“Do you wanna build a snowman…?”



“One, STOP singing in my face. Two, forget it, you’ll never be able to hit the last note correctly so quit practising. And three, cut it out with your Frozen fever and go back to your work. The essay’s due this Wednesday.”



Benjamin sticks one finger up his nostril, “ONE, I wasn’t singing in your face and isn’t planning on to do so because your face disturbs my concentration. TWO, I never intend to get the last note right. THREE, I don’t have a Frozen fever.”



“Stop digging your nose.”



Benjamin digs deeper, adjusting his mouth here and there.



Tobby snaps his book close, “Didn’t your folks ever mention that picking your nose in the public is discourteous?”



Benjamin retracts his hand, and playing with the mucus, he says, “Yeah well but it’s not illegal, is it? Wait- it’s legal, right?”



Disgusted, Tobby simply glares as his friend smudges the mucus onto the desk.



“You know,” Benjamin sniffs, “You always remind me of Olaf.”



“Cute and happy?”



“No, pale and lost.”



“Know what, mate?” Tobby looks around the class, “If any one of the girls heard that, I’m quite sure you’ll be assassinated in no time.”



“One can’t simply assassinate the Ice King, mate.”



Tobby flips a book open, “I’m serious. Cut it out with that Frozen stuff. I’m sick of it.”



“Sure.”



“Seriously?”



“Yeah sure.”



Tobby arches a brow, “Okay? No more Disney stuff?”



“Okay!”



“Good. Now back to our essay on ‘A Mother’s Love’-”



“Love is an open door.”



