Elsanna. College AU multi-chapter fic. Rated T.

A/N at the bottom. Enjoy!

Elsa ducks just in time for the soccer ball to bounce off the frame of the cab and then hit her in the back of the head anyway.

"Ow," she hisses.

She goes to rub the back of her head, but Flynn's hand is already rustling through her hair, making a messy braid even messier. He kicks the soccer ball back to its owner who calls out a 'sorry!' before joining back with the other players on the lawn.

"This is awesome!" Flynn says, grinning. He plants his hands on his hips and takes in the view of the college. "Arendelle Academy for Arts and Design. I'll say, if a life of swashbuckling heroism wasn't my calling, this nerdy art stuff would be a good plan B."

Elsa blows the hair from her face with an unhappy puff of air. "I hate it already," she grumbles.

"Oh lighten up, Ice Queen; you and I are going to have a great time." Flynn swats a hand through the air.

The blonde quirks an eyebrow, wondering what will bother her more: having to redo the whole school experience - or having to redo it with him. "I think you're forgetting why we're here. In fact, I think you're forgetting that you're the reason why we're here, and if you hadn't forgotten to read that One Percenter's Miranda rights, we might actually be on regular patrol." She shrugs on her knapsack, joining Flynn on the curb. "How do you forget to do the only thing you have to do when arresting someone?"

Flynn claps a hand on her shoulder, grin not faltering in the slightest. "Rookie's mistake, you can't blame me."

"- actually I can."

"Well, whatever – regular patrol is overrated. Which rookies get to do undercover stints 4 months into the job? You and I – that's who. We're gonna blow this case out of the water!"

"If you don't blow the case," Elsa gives him a warning look. It was his fault they were here anyway. They had apprehended a known drug dealer and criminal, and would have for sure been let off park duty; but of course Flynn had to screw up and land them in the 21 Jump Street program, of all things.

She nods towards the main building and the two start walking towards the registrar.

"I'm not going to blow the case. If anything, you're going to blow the case with that stick up your backside. To do this, we've got to go out and make friends, and making friends is easier when you're – you know, friendly."

Elsa shoots him a glare. "I am friendly."

Flynn laughs nervously, wiggling his fingers through the air. "Sure. In a terrifying, non-friendly way."

"Okay fine; I can exude friendliness and reciprocate positive social cues when the situation appropriates it. How about that?"

"Boring and true."

Elsa raises her chin in dismissal. Flynn can think what he wants. She was here to do a job and she was going to do it right. Infiltrate the dealers, find the supplier. It should be easy. Right?

"Ah, shit." Flynn grumbles. "You think we can flash our badges and skip it?"

Elsa follows his gaze across the quad.

A discouragingly long line stands in between them and the registration tent. She can hear Flynn groan. "It's not a coffee shop, Flynn."

"Another downside. You're making me sad," he feigns a pout. The campus is buzzing with students making their way around for orientation. He eyes sweep the quad, looking for a way to forego the queue. Instead, his eyes fixate on something in the distance and his brow forms a straight line. "Icing on the cake - some crazy girl is headed straight for us." Flynn says, equally unimpressed.

Elsa looks through the crowd and sure enough, there's a clipboard-holding, too-enthusiastic redhead stomping towards them. Elsa looks over her shoulder for the off chance that she might be heading somewhere else. Nope. She was definitely looking at her. And waving. And coming in fast.

Elsa shares a confused look with Flynn, who shrugs before the redhead finally plants herself in front of them with a cheery smile.

"Welcome to Arendelle! I'm Anna, I'm part of the ASC Welcome Team – you can find any of us with our ASC green shirts on – and I'm here to help you out today. Scary times, right? Starting your next four years in a new school?"

"No." "Yes."

They answer at the same time, and Elsa wants to pummel her palm into her head. Flynn had said yes – why did he say yes?! They were supposed to be transfers.

"Uhh?"

"No," Elsa affirms. "We're in our last year; we transferred to Arendelle for the art program."

Anna's smile is right back up on her face. "Oh, where from?"

"Elsewhere." Elsa answers, hoping to give the impression that they don't want to talk - because really, they don't want to talk.

Anna doesn't pick up on it. "Oh great, well you're going to love it here! Great food if you like pitas. And everybody's artsy, and who doesn't like artsy people?"

I don't. Elsa thinks to herself. Artsy people were usually dreamers and illogical, and more often than not let their emotions get the best of them. From her world, those kind of traits can get you killed.

"Now I'm just gonna find you on this list – what are your names and program?"

"Flynn Rider; I'm taking drama."

Anna scratches something on her clipboard, tongue peeking out from the side of her mouth as she writes. She looks up at Elsa with curious blue eyes, "And you?"

"Urban planning - architecture. My name's Elsa Winters." she responds.

"Elsaaa -" Anna repeats, long and drawn out. She scribbles on her clipboard and nods to herself. "Interesting bunch you two – I've never known someone with either of those names before!" she says, as if it's the best news. She digs into the satchel she has strung across her shoulders, producing two lanyards. She scrawls a course code on either of them. "Here, one for each of you."

Flynn takes his and throws it around his neck immediately, grinning down at it. Elsa takes hers and stuffs it in her pocket.

"Oh, no – you've got to wear it! Arendelle pride!" Anna says, throwing a triumphant fist in the air. Flynn does too, if only to get on Elsa's nerves. When Anna sees that Elsa's about to protest, she adds in a half-whisper, "Also - If you don't wear it, you'll have others just like me come up and try to give you one."

Elsa sighs. Yep, she didn't want that. She puts the dorky lanyard on.

"Great! Look at you two, so cute. Any questions? Concerns? That's what I'm here for!"

"No and no." Elsa says flatly.

"Positive?" The redhead's eyes are wide, and bright, and excited, and who the hell has this type of energy at 8am on a Monday morning? Elsa tries not to roll her eyes into another universe.

"It's still a no."

The girl flashes a smile. "Well, I'll be around. It was nice to meet you! Give me a shout if you do need anything," she says, pointing the corner of her clipboard at both of them. She spins on her heel, and within the next couple seconds she's already making a beeline for the next group of people without lanyards.

"No." Elsa mutters, turning away from the girl.

Flynn crosses his arms, chuckling to himself. "Right. We're gonna work on that whole friend thing, Ice Queen."

"Infiltrate the dealers, find the suppliers. You can deal with all that other garbage."

Flynn shakes his head. "That garbage is going to solve us our case."

They place themselves at the end of the long line and Elsa lets out something between a sigh and a grumble. "Whatever. Just don't let it distract you."

Short little chapter to get the ball rolling! I don't intend to make Elsa angsty or anything; she's just a bit of a grump at the beginning.

I've had this fun little 21 Jumpstreet crossover idea in my head for a while now.

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