I don't mean to be dramatic but please save me from going to the mortal high school Arendelle High. Iv been dreading this all morning. I have been going to Arendelle'sSchool for Magic and Elementals ever since I started school not for nothing our education is very different than the mortals we learn combat training, and how to use our elemental magic, I know Anna is excited to have me joining her this year hopefully to help her avoid any boy drama this year the Hans situation from last year was not good considering it was her first year in high school. She got into a bad relationship with him... as much as I love my little sister and want to keep her out of trouble this year I would still rather have my normal routine I don't like the feeling of being uprooted and shoved into a temporary experimental school year this year. plus she swore off dating after Hans to let herself heal from it all.
Walking up to the front doors of Arendelle High the sky is still dark and the morning air is thick and humid. The sound of other cars dropping off students fills the air. I glance over at Anna who's a little too excited for our first day. Please don't introduce me to all your friends right now I want to keep my head down until I deal with Hans. Was planning a fight against a mortal a good idea? No. Was it justified for what he did to my sister? Absolutely.
"Remember Elsa to meet me at lunch so we can eat together," Anna says with a big grin on her face. I nod. Her relentless positivity after everything is something I'm always so impressed with it's her superpower. " I'll meet you at lunch, I promise " I need to go to Orientation and figure out where everything is going to be located I'll see you at lunch Anna," giving her a quick hug before I head for the auditorium. I started following the signs pointing towards the auditorium the hallway lit up with fluorescent lights with white painted brick walls, bulletin boards, and trophy cases scattered about. Flyers for clubs and after-school activities to sign up for fill the bulletin boards. This school is not as elegant as I'm used to. There are no high vaulted ceilings with intricate detail carved in the ceiling and walls ... no magic wards protecting it. Probably a good thing they are postponing elemental combat class here this place would burn in two seconds. My thoughts are interrupted when A familiar blond blur rushes up to me. "This place sucks compared to Arendelles school for Magic and Elementals" Looking up my eyes meet his stunning blue eyes. " Yeah it's a definite downgrade." Breaking his gaze I look past him and scoff at some fliers saying to sign up for the school musical. "I was wondering where you were today. you blew me off on the walk over. I was worried Els," he says fixing his messy white hair.
"I'm sorry Jack I walked with Anna she had to tell me the way mortal schools work. " I said with a laugh.
"The plastics Right?" Jack says with a grin on his face .
"Did you watch Mean Girls as a way to understand the Mortal School popularity chain? " I smile shaking my head. Jack Frost has always been the one to crack stupid jokes to make me smile since we met back in kindergarten.
"Umm yeh! I know on Wednesday we wear pink, " he exclaims lifting his blue hoodie to reveal a light pink shirt underneath
".Jack that's a movie it's not how mortal schools work you are such an idiot, " I playfully smack him in the arm.
"Ouch rude, " he playfully rubbins his arm.
Rolling my eyes at his dramatics "Come on Frost you know that didn't hurt." We both laugh.
"We should get our seats looks like they are about to start the orientation, " I say gesturing to the fold-up tables next to the the wooden double doors with purple and green flags hanging on the doors leading into the Auditorium. Walking up to the table a professor is seated with school maps laid out in a few organized stacks and our personalized schedules on the table arranged alphabetically in a filing box "Last name and magic classification " the woman says cheerfully, meeting my eyes I recognize her as one of the first year professors.
