Jelsa Infernal Ice

Chapter 25: Immortal

Jack continued to stare at her, as if waking up from a dream for the first time, asking himself if this was real or just some sick joke that his mind was playing on him. He felt his chest ache when her eyes connected with his again. Those dazzling blue irises that he has longed to see, that face that he use to look upon everyday. Everything. It was her. It was really her, right in front of him, alive again.

Alive, for the first time in two months.

Jack watched as she continued to stare at him until she broke their gaze to look down at her surroundings. He watched as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she noticed that she was covered in a thin white cloth. She carefully pushed herself up until she was sitting upright before slowly picking the cloth off her body with her slender fingers.

She looked at the cloth for a few seconds before her eyes darted around her. She gasped audibly when she realized that she was still in the hospital room and in that moment, she instantly looked down to her palms in fright, as if afraid that her powers had done something again.

Jack wanted to go over to her, to just be with her, to stare her in the eyes so that he knows that she is really alive again, but for some reason, he couldn't. He continued to stare at her in astonishment, in wonder and awe, still unable to believe that the young woman he is so incredibly in love with, the woman who has been dead for the past two months, is awake and alive and breathing.

She inhaled shakily as her hands trembled, before looking up to meet the Guardian's gaze again. Jack could see the intense confusion in her eyes, almost to the point where she looked like she was about to cry. She looked back down again, and it absolutely broke him. He knew that he has a lot of explaining to do, but as of now, he just wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.

"Elsa?" he asked quietly.

She slowly raised her gaze once more as her weary hands turned into shaky fists. Her bottom lip began to quiver. "Wh-what happened?"

Jack felt his chest clench when he heard the tremble in her voice.

Elsa's chest rose up and down before looking down into her palms again. "What have I done?"

The moment those words left Elsa's mouth, hearing her blame herself for something again, even when it had nothing to do with her, made Jack's body cringe with guilt. It killed him to hear Elsa blame herself because it made him feel as if he wasn't doing enough to protect her. Elsa, blaming herself for yet another thing, always treating herself like the villain. And Jack always tries so hard to tell her the opposite, but at times, Elsa just doesn't want to believe him.

And without wasting another second, Jack instantly flew over to her, took her in his arms and gently pressed his lips onto hers. He held onto her delicate frame, not ever wanting to let go, as he pulled her closer to his body. Elsa froze in his grasp, breathless, before kissing him back. However, it only took a short moment before she began to cry.

"Nothing," Jack answered her when he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. He continued to hold onto her in a protective manner, as if terrified that she would die again. He closed his eyes as he pulled back to kiss her forehead. She was shaking beneath his touch.

But Elsa pulled away from their embrace, her head in too much of a daze to even fathom what was going on. She looked at him, still keeping a tight grasp on his blue sweater.

"Jack," her voice trembled when she said his name again.

Jack reached over and gently caressed her cheek, running his cold thumb over her soft cheekbones. He smiled weakly at her, feeling himself go breathless at the sight of her elegance, longing deeply for her touch, her voice, her smile, everything. He just couldn't believe that he was looking at her again.