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A/N: Fluff ahead!

Impending Victory
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jB

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Elsa glanced at her wristwatch after she once again checked her already completed and organized supplies in her school bag. She slung her bag across from her shoulder to her waist, all ready to go for another Student Council meeting. The platinum-blonde girl was completely unaware of the presence waiting beside the doorway, conveniently blocked from her vision from the other side of the wall.

Such presence leaned against said wall, white hair disheveled, uniform creased with few blotches of bloodstain he was sure would gain him a couple of slightly hard strikes of the broomstick and an overnight sleep outside the house from his mother. The boy hung his blazer over his shoulder, barely had time to put it on considering the fact he had just escaped another bout of "For the thousandth time, STOP SKIPPING CLASSES AND PICKING A FIGHT WITH THE SENIORS!" "Hey! I was relaxing on the rooftop! They approached first!" with the school nurse.

Of course, there also was the fact he thought he looked better without the boring blazer on...

But before he ditched detention for the umpteenth time, he still had one more routine to do before he had to listen to his mother's rant about the laundry...and probably, about some of his misbehavior.

Elsa's step abruptly stopped at the doorway, her hands gripped the strap of her shoulder bag, her indifferent gaze looked straight on, and her voice in monotone, completely unaffected by the arm that suddenly hindered her way. "Let me pass, Frost."

The boy pressed on, drawing his face closer to hers as he whispered in what his fangirls deemed as his husky voice, "Only if you kiss me first, Pres..."

It didn't go unnoticed from his peripheral vision how her already stiff shoulders stiffened more, or how she tried so hard not to twitch an eyebrow.

Elsa turned to him seemingly unaffected, and Jack Frost couldn't help but smirk at the Student Council president's ever so stubborn dead-panned mask.

Ho-ho. Victory is gonna be darn sweet...

~ Impending Victory/END ~

A/N: So...Uhhh...Any thoughts on this?

~ May the Fortress be with you ~

~ jB ~