The Invisible (Jelsa)

Chapter XV

Jack was the kind of person that Elsa expected him to be when she was pregnant. Always wondering how he could make her life easier, surprising her with late night ice-cream when she was all confused with her emotions, and staying surprisingly chipper even when she got unreasonably upset with him.

"You make it easy," He argued when she brought it up one day, "I mean, Anna's great. People love her, and she's a good mother. But, she's a monster when she's pregnant. I don't know. If I were Kristoff, I'd say the heck away from that bomb waiting to be put off. Life is miserable on her wing when she's pregnant, so I don't know why Kristoff keeps making her so." He pointed out.

"Anna wants a big family too, and Kristoff is so in love, he'll keep giving her that. And if he couldn't handle it, he would be long gone." Elsa sighed, as Jack rubbed her feet in their room.

"Still. You're happier even." He said.

"I'm just excited to meet this kid." She rubbed her stomach.

FROZEN

Jack was unprepared for the wrath that was Elsa in labour. Not long after their wedding, Elsa and Jack had employed only those that believed to be under their jurisdiction. Anna could have those who thought him to be silly children bed stories. She woke up, and grabbed Jack's hand with such force that he awoke in pain.

"Odin, Elsa. Let go!" He groaned, grumpy to be woken up, but then noticed her face, "Oh..." He put two and two together.

"Get the midwife." She growled in a threatening voice, and Jack leapt up, almost forgetting to put on more suitable clothes than what he usually slept in. He had noticed that after four years, he now had the ability to open any and every door or pick up anything, even when Elsa was no where around him.

His footsteps still made no noise as he hurried through the darkened halls, and pounded on the door of the midwife. She was up in an instant, and Jack didn't need to say anything. Good thing too, because half-real words were slurring from his lips.

The midwife stopped Jack at the door to his room. "You're not allowed in unless she asks. But that may be a while. I'd go and get some food, because you're not needed." The heavy door was slammed in his face, and he continued murmuring incomprehensible things. He opened a window, summoning his staff and decided to fly around. His flight led him to Gavner's house. He stood at the window of his best mate's window, until Gavner woke with a start.

"Hell, Jack." He opened the latch to the window, letting him in with a shush, pointing to his sleeping wife and newborn son Kai, motioning for them to come downstairs. He pulled out some ale, and slid it across the wood table, "Labor?" He guessed.

"I'm not allowed in with her." He growled sourly. Gavner winced.

"Take it from me, you don't want to be. It's full of heat, blood, screaming, and things guys will never understand." Gavner assured him, taking a long drink.

"What if something goes wrong?" Jack asked, "What if she needs me?" He asked.

"Jack, what could you do that the best of the best couldn't? She's our queen, no one would let her die." He said, and from the frown, he knew he'd made a good point to Jack. He frowned deeply, mumbling and just drank his ale. It was four AM and Kai began crying, which is when Gavner excused himself.

"It won't be born, but maybe she'll be asking for you. Let me know when we have the heir. I want to be one of the first to meet the little person." He said, clasping Jack on the shoulder. Jack sighed, and nodded, flying back to the castle. He slid down outside the door of his room, but it was still another hour before the midwife came out.

"If you really want to be in here, it's expected it won't be long now." She sighed, wiping her hands.

Jack scrambled to his feet, rushing inside. He looked at Elsa. "Hey beautiful." He greeted.

"Shut. Up." She hissed, and Jack stopped, "I'm not beautiful, and I'm cutting off your balls for this Jack. Odin, you're never touching me again." She promised, and a couple of the women in the room chuckled.

"Uh..." Jack approached with caution, and stood by her.

"It's nearly time." The head midwife announced, and Elsa gasped in pain, grabbing his hand with the same strength that had woken him, and Jack gaped.

"You think that hurts?" Elsa cried, "Try shoving a ten pound rock out your ass, and then we'll talk about pain!" Jack winced at the mental image, and shook his head.

"Duly noted. I'll keep my sounds of pain to a minimum, then."

"Oh, I see the head!" Jack perked up at that, and strained to see what the midwife saw. Elsa tugged him back, and he realized he'd see the kid soon enough. He stayed obediently at Elsa's side, letting her break a finger which was treated swiftly, for another half hour before there was a cry and Elsa fell back with a sigh of exhaustion. The midwife waddled the child swiftly, and someone began washing it off while another took notes on the health. It seemed like an eternity before the babe was put in Elsa's arms.

"It's a boy!" The midwife clapped her hands together with glee, and Elsa smiled.

"A son. I knew it; he kicked with so much force it had to be." Elsa turned the baby so Jack could see, "Do you want to hold him?" She asked. Jack was rendered unable to talk. His hands shook as he gently picked up his son, and inhaled sharply.

"Elsa! Elsa, look! He has white hair!" He said excitedly, wondering if he had a son like him and Elsa, but she just nodded and closed her eyes.

"If you wish to continue holding him, good. But the queen is very tired. Best to let her sleep." The midwife said, and Jack nodded. He sat on the bed next to Elsa, who was already asleep, and realized he'd never been happier.