Snowflakes

Thoughts and Feelings

Jack's P.O.V.

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Hey, it was about time Elsa had some fun.

I was the one that started the pillow fight, but as I became tired and didn't even try to dodge any of her hits, she began throwing them with such force that I had to struggle to stay on my feet or butt or whatever position I was in. She was fiercer than she seemed, that was for sure.

My eyes kept drooping and my head my head was throbbing by the time Elsa has gotten some pajama shorts on and was squatting beside me, a look of superior victory dancing across her face. She was really pretty, with those breathtaking blue eyes and that thick, glossy hair. But she was a queen, and I was a thief and a guy she had picked up out of the forest-what chance did I possibly have?

"Have you accepted defeat already, Jack? I'd expect someone like you to still be fighting!" she teased, crossing her arms. I shrugged helplessly, trying to fight the smile that was creeping across my face. Me? Weak? Never.

Elsa sighed and stood up, scratching her back and walking to her bathroom. Probably getting ready for bed, thank goodness. What time was it anyways? I looked at the grandfather clock that sat over in a corner. A quarter to two. In the morning.

I sighed and stretched, yawning. This was such a weird day. First, we had a planned thievery in the village, then a chase, and now I was living in a castle. If that makes any sense. But Elsa was amazing. She just needed to get out more...

"Jack! I've got an extra toothbrush in here if you want it!" I heard her call from the bathroom through a mouth full of toothpaste. I grunted as I got up to my feet and trudged into the bathroom, my eyes droopy and vision blurry. "Uhn?" I said sleepily, scratching my head and looking in the mirror.

My hair was a complete mess, and my nose still had the bandage on it. It was throbbing in pain from being hit with a pillow so many times, but the worst part were my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore my eyes. They are my pride and joy, besides my hair. But staring into the mirror, I saw two eyes full of sadness and loneliness. I saw a look that I had never seen in my eyes before. It was like dread or... Depression. I had no one. Sure, I had a "family", but I nearly killed my sister while iceskating with her and I just couldn't go back. They'd think I was someone else.

"Hey. You okay?" Elsa's voice interrupted my thoughts. I blinked a couple times before turning to face her, plastering a huge fake smile on my face. "Oh, yeah, fine. Just a bit shaken up from those pillows! You got a great arm," I replied, taking the spare toothbrush from her hand. I saw a bottle of toothpaste and opened it up, squeezing out a little bit onto my toothbrush. Although I had turned away from her, I could sense her smiling. I don't know how... Maybe like a Spidey-sense but a Jack Frosty-sense? Stupid, yeah, okay.

"Ah, you're just saying that." Elsa said playingly. I was not in the mood for another pillow fight. No way. "Oh, yeah, but your arms probably need a rest! You threw like what-a hundred shots?" I said shakily, brushing my teeth. Elsa smiled again and spit into a sink. "You flatter me, Jack. One of the better men I've met," she said softly, opening the bathroom door and leaving me all alone.

Better men? What other men would she have met? Has she ever dated a guy? Or maybe, like, slept with them? Hey, it's a possibility! How was I supposed to know? I spit out the toothpaste, which was mint. And really spicy. I then rinsed off the brush, put it on the counter, and left the bathroom. Elsa was already laying in bed, looking out her window into the starry night.

I smiled at her and grabbed one of the many pillows she had hurled at me, placing it next to the bed, on the floor. As I was about to lay down, Elsa's voice swam through the air again. "Hey, umm, it gets kinda cold down there at night. You may wanna sleep in the bed," she said quickly. I peered over the edge of the bed up at Elsa, who was looking at me with those big blue eyes... "Oh, uh, thanks," I said I reply, standing up and getting into the bed.

As I settled into the bed, I heard Elsa turn back over, and her breaths slowed down. I smiled inwardly, noting that I was sleeping in a real bed. I hadn't slept in an actual bed in years. I stared at the clock, which ticked away the minutes. I watched it, growing more and more tired. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Elsa said, "How many do you think there are?" Her voice was small and distant, but I turned over to face her nonetheless.

"Huh?" I asked. She readjusted her blankets, but stayed facing the window. "The stars, Jack. How many are there?" Elsa replied. I was dumbfounded, to be honest, but answered to the best of my abilities: "More than I could count, Snowflakes. More than I could ever count." Elsa finally turned over to face me, a small smile dancing across her face. "That nickname is kind of kiddish. I like it. It's a lot like you... Childish, immature. But cute and fun. Night Jack," she whispered, closing her eyes. I let that sink in for a minute, and then willed myself to sleep.

I had some big plans for tomorrow, though, and I needed the sleep anyways.