"No one could survive that explosion!"

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Elsa's POV

I stood in front of my open locker. It was the start of a new quarter. That meant that everyone's locker got changed. Security reasons or something like that. But it was hard for me to empty my locker. It held too many memories.

There was a photo of my parents. Both of them had worked for a cruise company, before they died and me and my sister were sent to a foster family. There was a photo of my new family, the Stramps. My new mom, my new dad, and my new brother Noah. He hated me. He had dyed my hair blue once, and had ruined my clothes and done everything he could to drive me and Jack apart. There was a photo of my first dance, where I found out that Jack was going with someone else and had lied to me. That was the night I had died. And there was a photo of my old boyfriend, Jackson Frost. That one was the hardest to look at, because he had sacrificed himself to save me and the guardians.

"Hey Elsa." A voice said. I sighed. I didn't want to deal with Rapunzel. Not right now.

"What Rapunzel? I'm sort of busy right now." I sighed.

"Are you sure that you have no idea where Jack went?" She asked. She asked me this every day for the last two weeks. So had everyone else. I suppose they had a right. First I went missing for four days, then I reappear the same day Jack vanishes. They had all tried to get me to tell them. Police officers, detectives, Jack's sister, and especially Rapunzel. I have a feeling she was eyeing him while I was gone.

"Yes, I'm sure. I told you everything I know. I went down to the ocean for a few days, and when I came back I found out that Jack was missing." I told her. That was the story I had been using.

"What about those friends of yours, the guardians? What do they know?" She asked. Technically, I was a guardian now too. The guardians were North, Bunny, Tooth, Sandy, and me. All of us had died, but the only difference was that they disguised themselves as highschool students while I really was one.

"They have no idea what happened to him either." I told Rapunzel. Rapunzel pouted, then walked off down the hallway without another word. I turned back to my locker and began to pull the pages from the door. As I reached for the picture of Jack, someone else grabbed it and pulled it off. I turned to find the culprit. Bunny stood there, in human form of course, looking sadly at the picture. My anger melted away. Bunny checked up on me regularly, always watching out for me.

"I wish I was more like him." Bunny said softly. I was startled.

"What do you mean? You're amazing just the way you are." I said.

"No, not like he was. I didn't have a plan. I was going to let him die if it came to that, and I was going to take on the darklings myself." He admitted.

"We were all stressed."

"But he decided to save me. When he thought up a plan, I was the one he told it to. He trusted me Elsa. And what had I ever done for him? Insulted him, hated him. He was better than I ever could be."

"I'll admit, he had his rough spots too."

"There you two are!" North said loudly. Me and Bunny turned to see him, Tooth, and Sandy running towards us. They reached us in moments, then North began to speak.

"There is something very important we need to talk about." He said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's about the darklings." He told me.

"What's to say? They're all dead." I said. North looked at me. I read his expression in a moment.

"Oh no. Please no." I said. North nodded solemnly.

"No one could survive that explosion! There's no way the darklings are still alive!" Bunny protested.

"I'm afraid so. We saw it. All seven of them, alive and kicking. They were in the woods, by the old headquarters." North said.

"But they can't be alive! That's not fair! Jack died so that they would die!" I said, slamming my fist against a locker. North flinched.

"That's why I came to see you. Because if they survived..." He started.

"...Then there's a chance that Jack survived too." Tooth finished.

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