The Thief

The Runner

*~*Jack's P.O.V*~*

"Jack-" Elsa pants, we have been running non-stop for the past twenty minutes.

"Huh?" I grab a tree to steady myself, I do not have high stamina.

"Can we- could we take-" she pants again, "a break."

She leans back on a tree and slides down the trunk until she's sitting on the snow. She hugs herself in an attempt to warm herself.

She continues to pant for the next few minutes, I watch her. She's just so captivating! Yeah we've been running and yeah we don't look exactly out best. But it's not about what's on the outside... it's about what's on the inside.

I walk over to Elsa and sit down with her, I slide my hand into hers. "You okay?" I ask gazing into her eyes, her sparkling, beautiful, captivating eyes.

"Yeah, just exhausted that's all." She smiles at me and her face turns a light shade of pink. Aww she's blushing.

We sit in silence for a few minutes until I speak. "I can't believe we did this."

"What run?"

"Yeah, have you done this before?"

"I'm a thief, my life revolves around running." Elsa begins to mess with the snow around her.

"Not anymore, your just Elsa now." I smile at her, she gives me a confused look.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"Meaning you left that life behind, now your here. With me." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She gives me a small smile and bites her bottom lip.

Elsa pushes me aside, I was not expecting that. I stand up with her giving her a pitiful look.

"This is all my fault! If you had never caught me- if we had never met!" She covers her face with her hands.

"Then everything would be normal." She whimpers.

"Elsa..." I sigh and grab her hands. Ugh if only she knew! That she's the best thing that has ever happened to me! I love her so much and, I just need to tell her.

"Meeting you was the best thi-" I am cut off by an arrow impaling itself into the tree trunk above Elsa's head.

"WHAT THE-" Elsa screams, she whips her head around wildly trying to find the archer.

"WHAT YE DOIN IN MY FOREST?!" A voice filled with what seems to be a scottish accent screams. A figure steps out from behind a tree, the figure holds a bow, and has a quiver of arrows on her back. Her cloak covers her face so we are unable to figure out her identity.

"What are you doing shooting at us?!?! We didn't do anything to you!" Elsa replies pulling out her sword.

"I didn't hit ye did I?" The girl scoffs.

"No but you came quite close." Elsa's eyebrows curve downward and her mouth forms into a scowl.

An eerie silence floats around us as we just stare at one another. Seriously who is this girl?! No kingdom near here has people with scottish accents.

The figure sighs and slides her bow over her shoulder. She brings two fingers to her lips and a sharp whistle pierces the silence.

I look to Elsa and she looks at me, we share the same confused look as nothing happens. The figure just stands there as if waiting for something, but what?

As if reading my mind large hoof beats could be heard trotting towards us. A horse?

A large black and white splotched beauty gallops to the strangers side. It nickers softly as the figure pets it's muzzle.

"This here be me best lad Angus, hop on if you want me help." She says swinging herself onto the gorgeous creature.

"Help for what?" I ask.

"Ye are runners aren't ya?"

Elsa steps forward, "how did you know?"

The figure pulls back her cloak hood to reveal a mess of red curls. The girl chuckles a bit and smirks. "Lets just say I be one meself."

A/N: Im sorry this one is shorter :( longer updates will come soon! I promise! :D

So my family and I are on a road trip so I have tons of time to write! :3 OMG YES I DID IT! COMMENT IF YOU KNOW WHO THE "figure" IS! ;)

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-Kiwi