Icy Court

Do You Wanna Watch Some Netflix?

A/N: HAPPY EM?!

Elsa's POV

"Elsa?!"

"Rapunzel?!"

"You're alive!"

"You're a doctor!"

"After you went missing, I dropped out of law school. I went to medical school and opened up this place."

"Umm..." I had forgotten Jack was still standing there.

"Jack, this is my friend Rapunzel. Rapunzel, this is-"

"I know who this murdering asshole is," she snapped."

"Hey! I'm innocent!"

"Yeah right."

"If I wasn't on parole, I would-"

"OKAY!" I yelled. "ENOUGH! I came here to see a doctor, and that's what I'm gonna do!" I took a couple deep breaths. "Jack, please step into the hallway."

"Why do I need to g-"

"JUST GO!"

He fumbled with the doorknob and stumbled out. Too much? Nah.

I sighed with relief the turned towards Punzie. "Now, can you take a look at my back? To see if it's infected or any of that crap."

"No problem, Elsa." She gestured to the cot. "Lie down here."

I layed on my stomach and she lifted up the back of the hoodie. I don't think she liked what she saw.

"JESUS FRICKING CHRIST THAT'S BRUTAL! Who did this to you?!" She raised her voice. "Was it that idiot, Frostbutt, in the hallway?"

Jack responded, a bit muffled. "Very funny Miss Rapunzel. Very funny."

"It wasn't him. The same person who killed Melanie, Pitch Black."

She was quiet for what seemed like hours. Then she finally said, "Do I need to get my frying pan?"

"No need. Can you just tell me if my back is infected?"

"Oh it's DEFINITLY infected. I can write you a prescription for an ointment that'll help."

I pulled the hoodie back down and got up off the table.

I turned around and Punzie handed me a piece of paper.

"Here's your prescription. There's a pharmacy down the street." She smiled. "It's good to have you back, Elsa."

I smiled back. "It's good to be back."

Jack's POV

Elsa stepped out of the doctor's office with a slip of paper in her hand.

"Prescription?"

"Yep."

We went outside and drove to the nearby pharmacy.

While we were waiting for the doctor to get her medicine, I built up the courage to ask her.

"Hey, Elsa?"

"Yeah?"

"So, um, Valentine's Day is this weekend."

"I'm aware."

"So, I was, uh, w-wondering if you, um, would want to, uh, go out? I-I mean not, uh, like a date or anything, uh I mean, j-just as friends." Smooth, Frost. Real smooth.

She smiled at me. GAHHH!!! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! WHY ARE GIRLS SO CONFUSING?!?!

"Jack, I'm flattered but," Here comes rejection. "I'm just not ready. This whole kidnapping, and I broke up with my boyfriend. By the way, don't get mad, I dated Pitch. It's not a no, but it's not yes either. Maybe some other time."

It took a while for my brain to process all of this.

"YOU DATED PITCH?!"

"That was before I knew he was a murdering psychopath."

"Alright."

There was on awkward silence for a few moments. How long does it take to fill a freaking prescription.

"We could still do something as friends," Elsa suggested. "Do you wanna watch some Netflix?"

I grinned. "As long as we can watch Harry Potter."

"Deal."

-|-TIME SKIP-|-

Elsa's POV

I sat down on Jack's couch.

"Ready to watch the movie?"

"Yep."

He hit play and the classic Harry Potter theme began to play.

Da dum da dum dum da dum dum
Dum dum da dum dum dum dum
(A/N: I tried my best but you should know how

~•~Several hours later~•~

"Well hopefully, Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day."

"Don't worry. I will b-"

A bullet hole pierced the TV.

"Shit," I muttered. "Gaston."

"Who the hell is Gaston?!"

"Me."

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You thought the chapter was over didn't you? No, I didn't wish to bring down the wrath of the fangirls. Continue reading.

Gaston was standing right outside the front window, shotgun still smoking.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY YARD!" Jack screamed. "AND YOU BETTER NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN HERE!"

Walt ran down the stairs. "Gaston."

Gaston turned to look at him and grimaced. "You."

"Get out of here and stay the hell away from my niece."

"I just need to deliver my message." He turned to me. "We have your little brats. And because of you're escape, they're gonna die."

He threw something on the ground that caused a bunch of black somke to appear, and vanished.

"My-my children... He can't... No... Crystal... Storm... No..."

I fell to the ground, sobbing.

A/N: I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!! I PROMISE THERE WILL NEVER BE A MONTH BETWEEN UPDATES AGAIN!!!

I just finished taking my IOWA's and CogAT's. After coming home, I felt more like curling up into a ball and sleeping. Not writing.

So... Pitch is gonna kill Crystal and Storm. Yeah...

BUT YOU CAN HELP!!

I've got a bit of story planned out in my head that rrvolves around one of the kids surviving. Sooo...

You can vote on which kid you want to live. (Crap, I made the fanfic comment Hunger Games.)

Here for Crystal to live.

Here for Storm to live.

And here if you're a sick person and want neither of them to live.

THERE IS NO VOTING FOR BOTH OF THEM TO LIVE! ONE MUST DIIIIEEEEE!! (Dear Lord, I'm a sick person.)

BTW this chapter is dedicated to CJTML_Kitkats for voting for EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER!

Also, the picture is an edit I made of what Melanie Black looks like in case you wanted to know.

Adios!