Author's note: Haha I should have seen this coming. I knew it wouldn't be long until I got the song suggestion for "Let it go!" so here it is people! I've only seen Frozen twice and that was enough for me. The songs are nice, but as Elsa sang to us all: LET IT GO! Tehe sorry, I'm just not a super duper huge fan of the movie. But if you are, enjoy it to your heart's content. But please people, Let it go.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own the sandbox. I just jump the fence to play in it.

Chapter Summary: A young Craig Tucker learns to Let it go. Quite literally.

Sitting on the edge of his front steps, a young boy in a chullo hat stared glumly out into his yard. Snow was beginning to fall around him and it was freezing cold, but he didn't want to go inside. Not right now anyway. His parents were fighting again for some reason or another and his baby sister was throwing a tantrum, so going inside didn't seem like a very good option.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,"

"Not a foot print to be seen,"

"A kingdom of isolation,"

"And it looks like, I'm the king,"

He sighs, getting up from the steps and walking down the street. He knew exactly why his parents were fighting tonight and it was his entire fault. Earlier that day in kindergarten on the playground, he kissed Clyde on the lips and a teacher had caught him and called his parents. The minute he got home, his father had yelled at him and then flipped him off. His mother wasn't quite as mad, but she did give him a scolding saying he was too young for kissing boys on the playground. His father didn't like that comment and then they began to argue. To this minute, they were still arguing.

"The wind is howling,"

"Like this frozen storm inside,"

"Couldn't keep it in,"

"Heaven knows I've tried,"

He didn't mean to kiss Clyde; honest it wasn't! He just thought that Clyde looked especially cute today and weren't people supposed to kiss cute people? He just didn't understand why his dad was upset. Was kissing boys on the playground wrong?

"Don't let them in,"

"Don't let them see,"

"Be the good boy you always have to be,"

He was tired. Tired of being a good little boy and having his feelings hurt. It hurt that his father wasn't proud of him for making the first move. It hurt to have his parents fight over him. He didn't like feeling hurt. In fact, right now, he didn't like feeling at all. Perhaps keeping a stoic face and being passive was the right way to go.

"Conceal don't feel,"

"Don't let them know,"

"Well know they know,"

He headed onto the main street, glancing at all the people who walked by. No one would think it, but South Park had some pretty interesting people. He almost bumped into Michelle Donovan, Clyde's older sister, while rounding the corner. She stared at him, brown eyes gently looking into his stoic gray ones.

"You're the little boy who kissed my little brother, aren't you?"

He looked up at the preteen, feeling incredibly shy now. "Yeah." He answered flatly.

She smiled at him, shifting the sack around in her arms. "If your parents are giving you crap about it; ignore them. I thought it was cute."

She left after that, leaving Craig gaping after her. Maybe she was right, maybe he should just ignore the stupid adults. What did they know anyway?

"Let it go,"

"Let it go,"

"Can't hold it back anymore,"

He stared at his hand, his middle finger twitching. He hadn't flipped anyone off before, but he had seen his parents do it enough times. He looked over at the man walking next to him, raising it up. The man looked at him in surprise before turning to anger.

"Hey kid, stop that! It's not very nice!"

Much to his surprise, Craig found that he couldn't care less.

"Let it go,"

"Let it go,"

"Turn away and slam the door,"

He flipped the next person he saw off, enjoying her bewildered expression. He flipped everything off. The fire hydrant, the store windows, a baby being held by its mother. Everything. And he found that he liked it. He liked it a lot.

"I don't care,"

"What they're going to say,"

"Let the storm rage on,"

"The cold never bothered me anyway,"

For the rest of the evening, he just ran around the town flipping people off.

Oh Craig, how I do adore you. He is OOC in this chapter, but then again, everyone is kind of OOC in this whole thing. Well, review please! And feel free to throw in songs! Seriously, just throw a song in. Unless it's been done already. I'm not reusing the same songs. And to all those who reviewed, have some Lemon poppy seed cake.