Snowflakes

I Actually Have A Pillow Fight

Elsa's POV

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I drag Jack away from the dining hall. What was he thinking, acting like that? He was worse than Kristoff! No manners whatsoever. But no one was perfect, and he had never had escargot before, so I couldn't blame him... Jack clicked his tongue as we neared my door, where Gerald was holding an extra pillow for him.

"The extra pillow you requested, milady," he said, bowing deeply. Jack snatched it from him, and I opened the door. "Good night, Gerald," I mumbled. I could've sworn Jack flicked him off before he entered my room, but I couldn't care less. I had to talk to Jack.

"Jack Frost," I snapped, crossing my arms. Jack smirked. He sat down criss-crossed on the floor, and took a stone out of his pocket. "What the heck were you doing back there? YOU SPIT A SNAIL HALFWAY DOWN THE TABLE! WHERE WERE YOUR MANNERS?" I cried angrily.

He threw up his hands in surrender. "That stuff was nas-tay. Were they trying to poison me?" he replied carelessly. I grunted in frustration and said, "You're impossible." I spun around on my foot and opened a drawer of clothes. I didn't have anything for him, so I assumed he could sleep in what he had. I'd have Fernando, my tailor, make him some clothes. 

I heard Jack get to his feet and make his way towards the bed. Rolling my eyes, I turned around and—whoosh—a pillow flies through the air and hits me square in the face. I gasp in surprise and fall over. What the...?

Another pillow hits me in the shin. "JACK!" I scream before another one hits me again. Jack was throwing pillows at me, the little—

He picks up another pillow and screams, "FOR NARNIA!" And throws it at my face. I open my mouth to say something, but he throws a stuffed bear's head into it before I can say anything. "Have some fuuuuuun," he whines, throwing another pillow. This time, I catch it, and throw it on the ground. "No."

I stand up and get a pair of shorts. But Jack throws another pillow at my back and I lose it.

The fight was on.