The Invisible (Jelsa)

Chapter XVIII

But it wasn't just one night. Kristoff always saw Jack after that. He stared at the kid with the same expression for a month after that night, until Jack finally pulled him aside to explain everything.

"I don't believe in that stuff." Kristoff insisted, but Jack only raised an eyebrow.

"If you truly didn't, you wouldn't be able to see me." Kristoff frowned.

"If you didn't have two kids with the queen that look exactly like you, I wouldn't believe it." He grumbled.

"Really? Just like me? I'm not sure- Elsa thinks that Heimdall looked like her as a baby. I don't know what I looked like, but I'm assuming quite handsome." He said. Kristoff just grunted and rolled his eyes.

He didn't ever tell Anna about his discovery, but Anna didn't notice that he no longer agreed with her about how crazy Elsa was or how insane the town was for believing it. "I don't know why she just won't come out and introduce the guy- clearly she's had two kids with him!"

Kristoff quietly slurped his soup. He wished Anna and Elsa would make up.

The first start of the bridge appeared after the birth of their third child. Anna shrieked when she was born and washed off.

"It's like Elsa," Anna sobbed, "I don't know how to to control this?" She cried into Kristoff's chest.

"With love." He reminded his wife, who was dramatic at the worst of times, but still the eighteen year old set on finding her sister.

"I don't...I just...look at her hair." Anna blubbered.

"I like it." Kristoff picked her up. Sven came over and licked the babe's head, "And Sven does too."

"It matches my complexion perfectly." Olaf added, and Anna cracked a smile. Kristoff held out the baby with snow-white hair to Anna.

"You have to go to your sister. She can help you with her." He said. Anna twisted her mouth to a frown.

"I know!" She hissed angrily. It had been comfortable avoiding Elsa, like before she knew. She wasn't sure if she should be the ones making the first moves this time. But what else could she do? She was unprepared for a frost daughter like Elsa's children.

She knocked nervously on Elsa's door not soon after, her daughter in her arm. Elsa answered, and a look of surprise crossed her face. She looked back at where Heimdall and Jack sat, but she knew Anna would only see her eldest son on the grand chair.

"Aunt Anna!" Heimdall cried, throwing his hands up in joy.

"Anna...what are you doing here?" Elsa asked, caution in her words.

"Elsa...help me." Anna revealed her new-born to her sister, and Elsa gave a sharp intake of breath.

"Help with what?" She asked.

"Is she like you? Does she have powers?" She asked desperately.

"Well, white hair isn't...I mean...yes, both my white-haired children have powers and your two other haired children don't, but it's just guessing." She stuttered, looking back at Jack. He gave her a 'I told you so' sort of look.

"Elsa, I don't know how to deal with a child like you. I need your help. I don't want her hurting herself." She murmured.

"I'll help." Elsa sighed, "But there's nothing to be done tonight. Chances are, she won't show her powers for a year or more. When she does, then come and get me." She said.

"Oh, Elsa!" Anna forgot herself for a moment, and reached in to enthusiastically embrace her sister. Elsa's stiffness brought her back. She retreated, shuffling her feet and nodded.

"Well, I suppose, thank you." She said, and closed the door.