Frozen Destiny: A Jelsa Tale Written in the Stars (One Shot Stories)

Caring Hearts, A Night of Comfort

Jack's POV:

Laughter filled the air as we engaged in a lively snowball fight in the palace courtyard. The entire family—Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, and myself—reveling in the simple joys of playfulness and camaraderie. With each throw, our spirits soared higher, snowflakes dancing around us like shimmering confetti.

But amidst the laughter, I couldn't help but notice Elsa's occasional sniffles and the slight redness of her nose. Concern began to gnaw at me, an instinctual worry for her well-being. She insisted it was nothing, dismissing our concerns with a gentle smile. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

As evening descended, I made my way towards the dining hall, intending to invite Elsa to join me for dinner. However, as I approached her chambers, a strange sensation pricked at the back of my neck. Instinctively, I pushed the door open gently, my eyes scanning the room.

There, amidst a sea of blankets, lay Elsa, shivering despite the layers of warmth surrounding her. Without a second thought, I rushed to her side, concern etched on my features. "Elsa, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Elsa's POV:

I attempted to brush off the discomfort that had settled upon me throughout the day. I couldn't let my loved ones worry, especially during such a joyous occasion. But as night fell, my body grew weaker, succumbing to the merciless grip of a cold that had taken hold of me.

Lying in bed, I tried to summon the strength to attend dinner, only to find myself wrapped tightly in blankets, seeking solace in the warmth they provided. My heart fluttered as Jack burst into the room, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

His voice laced with worry, Jack asked, "Elsa, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I mustered a weak smile, my voice raspy. "It's just a cold, Jack. I'll be fine. Please don't worry."

Jack's POV:

Worry etched into every line of her face, Elsa's assurance did little to alleviate my concern. I knelt beside her bed, placing a hand gently on her forehead, noting the fever that burned beneath my touch. "Elsa, you're burning up. Let me take care of you."

Elsa's POV:

His touch sent a comforting wave through me, easing the chills that racked my weakened body. I wanted to protest, to tell him I would be fine on my own, but the truth was, I longed for his care and companionship in that moment.

Nodding weakly, I whispered, "Thank you, Jack. I... I'd appreciate your help."

Jack's POV:

Without hesitation, I took on the role of caretaker, determined to ease Elsa's discomfort. I fetched a bowl of warm soup and a steaming cup of herbal tea, soothing remedies that I hoped would bring her some relief. Nestling myself in a chair beside her bed, I watched as she sipped the tea and took tentative bites of the soup, her eyes shimmering with gratitude.

Elsa's POV:

As I sipped the fragrant tea and tasted the comforting warmth of the soup, I couldn't help but marvel at Jack's selflessness. Here he was, caring for me with such tenderness, his presence a balm to my weary soul. In that moment, gratitude and an unfamiliar longing intertwined within me.

Feeling a surge of affection, I looked up at him, my voice soft. "Jack, thank you for taking care of me. I don't know what I would have done without you here."

Jack's POV:

Her words washed over me, a cascade of warmth that melted the walls around my heart. I couldn't help but smile, a softness settling within me. "Elsa, it's my pleasure. I'll always be here for you."

Elsa's POV:

The night wore on, the room filled with hushed conversations and shared moments. Jack regaled me with stories of his winter escapades, his words painting vivid pictures of frozen landscapes and snow-covered wonders. I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment, his presence like a comforting blanket enveloping me.

As the hour grew late, I looked at Jack with a mix of longing and uncertainty. "Jack, would you... would you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

Jack's POV:

Her vulnerability tugged at my heartstrings, and in that moment, I realized how much she had come to mean to me. I nodded, my voice gentle and sincere. "Of course, Elsa. I'll stay. You won't have to face this night alone."

Elsa's POV:

A surge of gratitude and relief washed over me as Jack settled himself on the edge of the bed, his presence a comforting anchor. With his steady breaths and the gentle brush of his fingers against mine, I drifted into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in a cocoon of safety and care.

In that night, as Jack watched over me, I felt a depth of connection that words could not express. It was a moment of unspoken devotion, of two hearts intertwining in the quiet hours of vulnerability. And as the night unfolded, love remained unspoken but fervently felt, silently growing beneath the moonlit canopy that held us in its embrace.