late spring

chapter two: boredom got a new best friend

boredom got a new best friend?

Elsa surmised the importance of propriety as a part of the royal family. She treasured the loyalty and the support her people had given her, and she will offer them a prim and proper princess in return. It was all about give and take. Love and devotion. Foundation and offerings. And-

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Insanity and intolerance!

Ever since the fateful night of her and Jackson's encounter, he had been quite the insistent company. Sometimes, Elsa wondered if Jackson's unrelenting visits were premeditated. Because he emulated the same routine. Every. Single. Time.

The routine in question followed a whimsical process. At eight in the morning, a servant would knock on her door. The servant would only leave once they receive a clear answer from an attentive Elsa. There was a thirty-minute window before they checked up on her again in case she falls behind schedule.

A peaceful thirty-minute window that Jackson Overland gladly took advantage of. He had somehow deciphered her entire schedule, because he would show up at precisely eight-fifteen with prompt hammering on her door. Jack would try to make her open the door for him, and he let her on the fun day ahead of them. She would tell him to go away, and he would audibly pace back and forth with more persistent comments and eventually leave. You would think it would be the end of it, but it wasn't. It continued up until after dinner when she retired back to her room at seven in the evening. She would prepare for bed, and thirty minutes later, another set of incessant knocks would ring.

It was time for the seven-thirty rotation, and she was at her wit's end!

The Princess clasped her wrists behind her back as she gaped at her wooden door, trying to picture the brown-haired boy behind it. She nibbled on her bottom lip at the anticipation of Jack's requests for an open door. It was dreadful enough that she must need to turn away Anna's knocks, and then came Jackson, who had embedded himself in her life.

She wouldn't say she was annoyed, just frustrated. (She was definitely annoyed).

"Hey, Princess," whispered from the keyhole of her door.

Elsa supposed if she happened to be silent as the grave, he would dismiss himself and put an end to his desultory pursuit with a friendship with her. Although, the thought incited a forlorn feeling within her as much as she vehemently refused to admit it.

"I know you're in there!" Jack sang-song.

With a tight voice, she responded, "Please, go away."

A soft thud can be heard from the inside as Elsa can only assume that Jack decided to drop his head directly to her door. Jack's lithe figure impeded the light coming through from the bottom of the door as he swayed side to side.

"But I'm so bored," he dragged out from the other side.

"Play with someone else then," Elsa suggested with a shaky sigh.

Jack resorted to playing with her doorknob, shaking it as he articulated, "I make you a sandwich and this is what I get in return? Unbelievable!"

Though she recognized his playful tone, her consciousness weighed on her. For the first time in forever, Elsa had experienced dizziness from pure, uninterrupted fun. Fun that was actualized by Jack.