Walt Disney College

Chapter 5~ Elsa

It was 6pm on the first Thursday of second term, and almost all the students were in the theater.

"Thank you for meeting with me in the school theater. So these are all the people interested in contributing something to the play?" Edna asked.

Almost the entire school was there, considering they wanted a boost.

Little did they know, that Edna was not giving them a boost, she hoped that over the course of making the movie they would bond together and learn teamwork, which would help them with their competitions.

"First thing in order, I need a director. I think I'll pick a fourth year...Hm, Elsa, how about you?"

Elsa glanced up from her sketchbook. She wasn't even listening. She only really came along because her sister wanted to sign up, and she wanted her to be there.

"Uh...I..."

"Perfect! You're our director. Now, next thing in order..."

Elsa drowned out the rest of what Ms. Mode was saying.

Director? She couldn't be a director. Elsa was so shy and...and...that's why she came to Disney College in the first place! She just became so stressed with ruling Arendelle she decided, it's time for a break.

I can't direct a movie!

Elsa sat frozen on her seat. She wanted to bend over and finish her sketch. But she only gripped her pencil.

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Elsa was lucky enough to have not been assigned a roommate. She had extra space. The meeting had finished at 7.

"Maybe I could get some frozen yogurt at the parlor." She mused.

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The parlor wasn't far from the campus. Elsa walked into the store and looked at all the flavors.

"Key lime...lemon sorbet...cherry... There is always plain vanilla." Elsa said to herself.

She looked at more options, and saw one that caught her eye.

She walked up to the register.

"What's in the Frostbite please?" Elsa asked.

"Some blueberries, raspberries, a little bit of vanilla and you can taste the sugar." The woman at the desk answered.

"I'll take that please."

"One Frostbite for...Mack? Smack..? Yack?"

"It's Jack." A guy with frost white hair and icy blue eyes chuckled.

"We'll call you when your order is ready. What is your name?"

"Elsa."

"Okay, thank you ma'am."

Elsa sat down in one of the booths, waiting.

"A frostbite for...Melsa? No, no, no...Crelsa! Wait...no, Jelsa!"

"It's... Elsa." She mumbled.

She sat back down.

"That guy...just can't seem to get people's names right huh?" The same guy laughed.

Elsa gave a small smile but said nothing.

"Hey...you're Elsa, aren't you?" He asked.

Elsa was about to bolt. How did this guy know who she was? Did someone send him from Arendelle to take her back? Because she never really specified when she was coming back.

"I...um..."

"Our drama teacher said yesterday in the board meeting that Edna Mode, you know, Disney teacher, was going to choose you as the director of your film festival movie."

"Oh...he did?"

"Yeah. I'm the director of ours so you've got tough competition. DreamWorks is definitely taking home that prize money." He smiled.

So he goes to DreamWorks Academy and his name is Jack.

"Prize money?" Elsa repeated.

"Ms. Mode didn't tell you about it? Weird."

"No...she didn't."

"You seem quiet. Yet you look like a person who talks a lot."

"How can you tell how much a person talks by the look of them?" Elsa asked.

Jack shrugged. "I don't know. I guess you just feel it."

"I still don't get why Ms. Mode wouldn't tell us about the money..." Elsa murmured.

"It's not as if the college needs it anyway." Jack scoffed.

"Hey! We can put it to good programs! Like art for example, we can get new-"

"I love art too but guess what that cut off because the Academy can't afford it." Jack blurted.

Elsa took a spoon of her yogurt as she took this information in. "What?"

"Nothing...forget I said anything. At all." Jack got up and left with his frozen yogurt.

Elsa wanted to know more. But she was shy. She was sure if it was Kida she would run after Jack and demand him to answer her. But she was Elsa. And she couldn't do that.

But change was good...right?

"Wait, Jack!" Elsa ran out of the store and after him.

"What do you want?" He said, turning around.

"I promise...I won't tell anyone. I barely talk to people. You can tell me. If you want." Her face was flushed from running so fast.

"I don't even know myself. I guess our school isn't doing well financially." He shrugged.

"But why? I mean...it's okay I'm asking too many questions." Elsa blushed.

"That's why we're going to try so hard in the film festival. Winning prize money is a million."

"Really? For a film festival?"

"It's like a big deal apparently. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I need to go anyway, gotta be back on campus by eight on school nights."

"Yeah...same here." Elsa said.

"Well, bye."

"Bye." Elsa waved awkwardly and speed walked back to campus, holding her yogurt.

Guys, I don't care if it's yoghurt or yogurt, color or colour, favorite or favourite, because I literally use all the spellings.