Swapped~Jelsa in High School

New Discovery

Elsa P.O.V

After lunch I had to go to art. Even though I was never very good at drawing I still enjoyed it.

I sat next to a girl with dirty blonde hair that was rather short. Her skin was ash colored, not like she was sick, but it looked off.

I got out my sketch book that I was required to have for art and sat there awkwardly.

After a while I decided to spark conversation, "Hi, I'm Elsa."

She didn't look up, she just kept looked down at her green sketch book.

I felt awkward, like that feel when you don't know if they like you or not and you're just sitting there not knowing what to do. I fitted with my fingers for a moment.

"Uh... I'm new." I finally said not able to stand silence.

She glanced up at me with her dark green eyes, "Yeah. I noticed." Her voice was deep, but not like a man. Just making her sound tough.

I looked down, "It was that obvious huh?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

"Well like I said, I'm Elsa."

She looked at me again and sat straight, "I'm Annabelle."

I smiled, "Great! I love that name."

"Thanks, Elsa is... Unique." She tells me.

I nod, "Yeah, I know."

She looked back down and I continued conversation, "So are you good at drawing?"

She opened her sketchbook and it was already half full. There were many drawings of animals and everyday people.

"I'm not bad." She shrugs.

"Annabelle! These are amazing!" I insist staring at a drawing of a husky playing in a field.

She blushed slightly, "Thank you."

I nodded and smiled when the teacher came in. By now everyone was in their assigned seat.

"Hello class." The teacher said, "My name is Mrs. Reby but you can call me Mrs. R if you'd like."

She looked around awkwardly smiling, "Now let's do a getting to know everyone activity. We will draw one thing we like on a piece of paper and walk around showing everyone."

I got straight to work. I knew what I would draw, a snowflake. When I started it looked pretty bad but as I went it felt like snowflakes were in my blood, I knew every detail. When I finished I stood, as did some others.

I made eye contact with a guy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. Gingerly I walked over to him.

He had a picture of a football, must enjoy that sport.

"Hi, I'm Jake, I like football." He introduced.

I waved with my free hand, "Hello, I'm Elsa. I like snowflakes and winter."

He examined my drawing, "Wow, what a drawing."

"Thank you." I beamed.

"May I see it?" He asks holding out his hand.

I nodded and handed him the paper. He looked at it closer and ran his fingers along the page. As he did his hand shot back.

"Uh, this is messed up." He looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I ask not fully understanding.

He held out his hand, "It froze me."

I looked at his hand, "Surely you're just cold."

He shook his head and I took my paper back. As I touched the drawing more and more snowflakes appeared on the page, only these were colored.

Jake rose an eyebrow, "See?"

"No no, it's uh, it's suppose to do that." I falsely assure him.

He shook his head and walked away, cupping one hand in the other.

I shook my head in an attempt to shake off what just happened. This never happened before, or maybe it has.. I just thought those happenings were dreams, that's what Kai said.

I walked around and kept to myself. Some people would occasionally compliment my art but I never let them touch it. I didn't understand what was going on, and I didn't want anyone hurt.

Anna P.O.V

I had Social Studies next. I walked down the hall until I came across a door that was marked number 326. It said, 'Mr. Wrights Social Studies.' Once I got there most people were already inside, quickly I entered.

I looked around trying to find Hans, but sadly learned he wasn't in this class. I frowned and found an empty seat next to guy with dirty blonde hair.

He glanced at me and looked back down. I sat here awkwardly, I wanted to talk to him but what if he found me weird.

"I'm Kristoff." He introduced himself and looked at me again.

I blushed lightly and introduced myself, "I'm Anna."

He smiled, "You a freshman?"

"Well yeah this is a freshman class, it's not like I could go into a sophomore social studies class." I tell him laughing a bit.

He smirked, "Well I can."

"Huh?" I ask him and raise my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah I'm in a sophomore math class." He brags.

I giggled, "A smart guy huh? Well you wouldn't like me, I'm 'normal'.

"Oh no I probably wouldn't like you." He playfully teased me and shook his head, "No no you're not normal, you don't scare me."

"What?" I question him.

He began to explain while giving a number of hand gestures and turning his torso towards me in his seat, "Well you see, normal people scare me. With their perfect complexion," As he went on my mouth opened slightly, was he calling me ugly? "And their their perfect life," I stopped him.

"Wait wait, are you calling me ugly?" I ask raising both eyebrows this time.

He shook his head and his eyes got wider, "No no it's just, you're prettier than normal people, and from what I can tell your life isn't exactly normal."

"What? How did you tell that right off the bat?" I ask shocked. He must be a stocker.

"I saw the whole episode with that teacher, what's his name..." He informed me while searching his mind for a name.

I stopped him before he could say it, "I know who you're taking about." I looked around nervously to see if anyone heard us.

Before he could continue on the teacher came in and began to talk.

As the lesson went on I was slightly nervous. This guy was strange, but I think he's okay, nothing like Hans though... Slowly my mind drifted off as I thought about how he saved me.

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Hai so hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update. Anyway, HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! Clearly I'm not doing much because I'm sitting here writing... Sometimes I wonder where my life is headed :'D. Oh and I'm leaving to Oklahoma on the 9th for like 2 weeks so I'll be busy and may not update. Sorry, but I'll try! Thanks for reading, remember to star! Thanks Frosties, I'll update later! ✌️❄️.

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