The Replacement

I was fairly certain I had PTSD. Not that I would tell anyone about it. No, father made it very clear that I was on my own, as he rushed to pack my bags and sent me to live with my mother. Anna didn't really care that she couldn't see her dad anymore. She rarely saw him to begin with.

I had to deal with a new school in which I refrained from making any friends. What I didn't know was how bad it was to forget your P.E clothes. I honestly never cared much for remembering my clothes. It wasn't like I cared or anything. Plus, despite my best efforts, being at a new school made remembering P.E clothes move onto my 'I couldn't care less' list.

However, on the second day I forgot my clothes, my P.E teacher took out her phone.

"Call your parents."

It made my blood freeze. Not literally, luckily. I walked up and took the phone from her hand, breathing only through my nose to disguise my heavy breathing. I didn't want to call my mother. She chose to see Anna more often than me. That was her decision and I respected that. Therefore, it was my decision to not communicate with her, and she respected that. I didn't want to call her today and send her the wrong signal.

At least, that was what I told myself.

I didn't want to call my mother, but the coach checked to see if I'd called or not. I shook my head. This was going to be a mistake. Shakily I dialed a number.

One ring, two ring...

"Hello?"

"Hi... Rapunzel."

"Who is this?"

"Um, Elsa."

"Don't joke with me Anna."

"I'm not and neither is she."

"Elsa? Why are you calling? Is everything okay with mom and Aunt Elisa?"

"They're fine. As far as I know anyways. I just... The coach wanted me to call home because I forgot my clothes. I didn't really want too call my mom."

It was a few moments of silence before Rapunzel replied.

"Okay then."

"Just, please don't tell mom. Or Aunt Cora."

"Fine."

"Thanks, I guess."

I hung up before Rapunzel could reply. I threw back my shoulders in attempted recovery and went to hand the phone back to the coach.

"Did she pick up?" she asked.

I nodded. It wasn't until I realized she said "she" did I realize my coach knew that something happened with my dad and me.

When I sat back down, someone tapped on my shoulder.

"Its so weird seeing Ms. Hofferson like that. She used to be my history teacher," an awkward boy with shaggy brown hair said.

I didn't reply.

"Um, I'm Hiccup."

That caught my attention.

"You're... who?" I asked.

Hiccup smirked.

"That's not really my name. It's really Harry. But Hiccup goes better with my name. Harry Horrendous Haddock. It sounds even better with Hiccup Horrendous Haddock."

I snorted.

"I am Elsa Snow Winters," I told Harry... or rather Hiccup.

"Wow. Sounds like a lot of cold."

He had no idea.

"And geez, you're so formal," Hiccup threw back his shoulders and mimicked a royal voice, "I am Elsa, the Snow Queen."

"Haddock! Winters! Get ready!" Ms. Hofferson called.

Hiccup snickered, but I just turned my head. I did not like this hiccup of a boy.

~oOo~

When I got home, my mom was waiting at the table, so I went to go up to my room.

"Wait, Elsa," she said.

I turned around and swallowed.

"Y-yes?"

"Sit. I need to talk to you," she said.

Rapunzel's long blonde hair caught my eye. I turned to my mother and nodded.

"I will. Just let me drop off my stuff."

My mother nodded, and then I was off.

"Rapunzel!" I hissed, "Why do I think that you have something to do with my mother needing to talk with me?"

Rapunzel looked surprised that I spoke to her that way, but shook it off.

"Because, I got detention for my phone ringing, and my mom went ballistic! I couldn't just let myself get tortured like that!" Rapunzel's tone softened, "Besides, you should clear up whatever you have between you and your mother."

"I'm sorry!" I cried, "But you don't understand what's really going on. And I don't expect you to. You can't clear what isn't there. And there's absolutely nothing between my mom and me! I didn't want to call my mom, because I've never wanted to talk to her!"

Rapunzel's stare hardened.

"Try me."

She slammed the door, and I looked back downstairs.

Never would I ever deal with anything like this again.

And yet I was.

As I looked at Hiccup, I was speechless. I swallowed and Merida looked at me strangely.

"Ah-ah'll leave ya two ta discuss— whateva this ahs."

"No!" I yelped, and suddenly I felt like I did all those years ago, "No. I don't want for you to go."

If there wasn't a party going on just a few yards away, you could have heard a pin drop. No one spoke for what seemed to be like hours (which was probably more like seconds), until Jack said something.

"I'd like to leave."

And just like that, Hiccup's victorious smile returned. What was he playing at? Why was he doing this?

I nodded in agreement.

"Well, if the party make you feel uncomfortable, there's always the ocean," Hiccup said, gesturing to the glorious sheet of water.

Hiccup was a horrible actor, so I knew something was up his sleeve. But I didn't think that he would want to torture me like this. Jack didn't look any better. He was pale as a sheet (as was I, I'm sure) and he looked like a fish out of water. I looked back at this unusual new smug Hiccup— wait, Hiccup was usually smug, so scratch that— this new evil Hiccup. Whatever, two could play this game.

"Very well, then," I walked over to the water, not checking to see if the other three were behind me. What I did know was that Jack was beside me.

"I'm... sorry. I knew that you and parties were pretty off set, but Hiccup said it would be fine. He said if I just took you, you wouldn't mind."

I nodded in sync with my steps.

"I'm guessing he also didn't tell you that there would be a bon fire."

"Y-y-you saw that?" Jack said, almost afraid.

I froze in my tracks.

"No, actually. I just... nevermind. I didn't realize you had a thing about bon fires.

Jack laughed.

"I should have known Hiccup was up to something. Him with Merida as a Replacement? He looks too happy for Astrid to have broken up with him."

I blanched.

"He's got a girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah, its been going on for years. You should have heard their story. His favorite thing to say that while most relationships are filled with ponies and unicorns, his and Astrid's are filled with— "

"Dragons," I mustered.

Jack blinked.

"You..."

"Know?" I filled in, "Yes, a little bit more than that."

I could just imagine what would happen if Jack knew about Hiccup and—

"Toothless?" Jack asked.

And right then I knew; Hiccup knew something that I didn't. Now I had to be extra careful to be sure Hiccup never goes along with his plans.

A/N: I know, I know. For such a long wait, you'd expect something bigger. But I put some effort into this. I've just been dying with writers block for this story, which is because of a few things.

Hiccup's character gave me an idea in which lead me right back to this. Keep reading to find out something that'll chock you.

Hiccup's character has gotten me obsessed with HTTYD. Again, continue to be able to choke.

Well, this is my read ahead in order to chock.

Did you guys remember reading that I wanted you guys to check out my new story How To Define Your Life (and Dragon)? Well, I REALLY wanted someone to catch on, but I guess not, so I'll tell.

As you guys have read, Hiccup has this dragon. Well, How To Define Your Life (and Dragon) is all about Hiccup leading up to this story. Its about how Hiccup got his dragon, his relationships, and hardships.

So, I hope you guys read and review to both stories!

~Sam