JELSA ONE SHOTS(●'◡'●)ﾉ❄︎

Lover

(Smiling from ear-to-ear rn)

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She had never imagined how this would feel like.

She had never imagined that being wrapped in one's arms would feel as right as it was currently happening.

She had no idea that being inlove wasn't supposed to be suffocating and that it was just all about battling and fighting in order to stay this way. It wasn't the love she's grown up to believe. It wasn't about heartbreaks and wrong persons.

Love is something magical, it makes your doubts and worries disappear as if it had never existed. It was ethereal and so, so peaceful. It felt so different from her sister's experiences of her first love. Hers was different. It was nothing like that.

It was all about hot chocolates and late night laughs, it was all about trust, patience, communication and it was all about peace. Being in her lover's arms brought her peace. His smile had been her favorite sight and his free-spirited self made her fall deeper.

She had been perfectly fine on her own. She never needed anyone beside her. And she had never imagined she'd want someone. A safe haven. Someone to run away with. Someone to lean on as the lights stay dim and it was just the two of them. Her experiences with romance wasn't that well in the past, and now she was in awe of herself and how far she's become.

She was able to love and be loved, and she was in awe of that. Of how she can never depend on anyone, of how she could be her own person and still fall for someone who understood her more than she did herself.

And now, in the kitchen with the lights dim, pure silence and only intimacy and two hearts bursting full affection to each other, she stared at the white-haired man who held her at that very moment and who was responsible for the romantic mess she was in right now. Not that she could blame him, though.

There was no music but still, they swayed. The sound of their breaths errupted the warmth of their little home. With her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her waist, they danced. They weren't thinking of anything else but the person right in front of them. They were in their own world as their bodies moved together in sync. The warm, genuine smile that they both had and their laughs from time-to-time was enough to sound like music in their ears.

The both of them, just like this.

Her smiling like a lovestruck idiot as he gently whispers his affections to her.

Them softly talking about silly, stupid things as they swayed to the imaginary beat of the music both their hearts played.

It was so beautiful, it was peaceful. Just two lovers intimately close, not in any sexual way. Just both of them intertwined in the dark of night with only the dim kitchen light accompanying them. 

And she was in awe of that.

"You know.." Elsa spoke softly, her eyes not leaving him. "I like this more than the fancy restaurants you took me to."

He simply chuckled.

"I mean.... just having you here, close to me while we dance in silence, makes me so lucky to have you." She added.

"So, no more eating in fancy restaurants, then?" Jack joked.

She rolled her eyes, not bothering to fight the smile every second of this moment was giving her.

"Mr. Frost, you still need to treat me some Blueberry Cheesecake at Oaken's!"

He then again chuckled. "Ofcourse. You would choose food over me." He responded and gently placed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Always hungry, never satisfied." He joked, his lips remaining on her forehead as his arms wrapped around her a lot more protectively.

She let out a dramatic gasp.

"How dare you!" She pulled away a bit and playfully hit his chest. He laughed, his soft, gentle husky voice rung in her ears. She had never been more happier.

He pulled her back closer. "Come here."

She had retreated into his arms once again. No reluctance nor doubt. His arms wrapped around her protectively, as she rested her head on his shoulder. They begun swaying like before. He heard her sigh contently.

"Also, this is enough for me.." She softly spoke.

Elsa remembered Jack trying to be romantic and he had tried his whole best not to screw things up. Unfortunately, luck hadn't been on his side.

He actually had planned singing for her, but he had ended up breaking his voice. He had once tried to read her a poem, but he ended up mispronouncing words. He had brought flowers for her but it ended up slipping off his hand and messing them up. He had promised that he'd play the guitar for her but he had messed up anf hurt his hand.

She was in awe of how imperfectly perfect he was. She loved that he wanted to do things for her. She loved all of his mistakes. He had showed his sensitive, vulnerable side, his hurting, his scars..

And she embraced all of them.

Just the assurance that he loved her was enough. He was enough.

She was never asking for anything from the man she fell inlove with. Him alone was everything for her.

Just her lover was enough.

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