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

A Snowflake Serenade

The day of the dinner date arrived, and Jack couldn't contain his excitement, though nerves gnawed at him like an icy breeze. He had meticulously planned every detail to make it a special evening for Elsa. As the afternoon sun began its descent, Jack ventured into the kitchen to start the preparations for their dinner.

In the kitchen, pots and pans were scattered all around as Jack busily tried to cook a grand feast. However, his inexperience in the culinary arts betrayed him, and his initial enthusiasm quickly turned into a culinary catastrophe. The dishes he attempted to create were burnt beyond recognition, leaving him no choice but to improvise.

With a sigh of frustration, Jack decided to make simple sandwiches, hoping that Elsa would understand. He set up a makeshift dining area in the garden, arranging tables with care, but just as he finished, a commotion erupted when some wild horses from the nearby stables ran through the garden, causing chaos and damaging the setup.

Feeling flustered and a bit defeated, Jack improvised yet again. He spread out a cozy blanket on the ground, turning the failed dinner into a whimsical picnic under the stars. As the evening approached, he stood nervously by the garden doors, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, eagerly waiting for Elsa's arrival.

Finally, Elsa appeared, looking stunning as always. A soft smile graced her lips as she took in the picnic scene. "Jack, it's beautiful," she said, trying to soothe his obvious nervousness.

"Thanks, Elsa," Jack replied, relieved that she didn't seem disappointed. "I had grand plans, but things didn't go as expected."

Elsa chuckled, "Sometimes, the unexpected turns out to be the most memorable. Besides, it's the company that matters."

They settled down to eat the simple sandwiches, and Jack recounted the kitchen mishaps, making Elsa laugh. She assured him that it didn't matter, and she appreciated the effort he had put in.

After dinner, Jack mustered up the courage to ask Elsa for a dance. "I had hoped for music, but it didn't work out," he confessed with a sheepish smile.

Elsa took his hand with a grin, "I don't mind' They swayed gracefully under the moonlit sky, enjoying each other's presence.

During the dance, Elsa noticed Jack's slight frown. "What's bothering you?" she inquired gently.

Jack hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I can't help feeling embarrassed about how tonight turned out. I wanted everything to be perfect for you."

Elsa cupped his cheek, making his heart skip a beat. "Jack, it doesn't have to be perfect. I'm happy just being here with you," she said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

A blush crept onto Jack's cheeks as Elsa leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek. The gesture filled him with warmth, and he found himself falling even more in love with her.

Before the night could end, Jack had one final surprise for Elsa. He handed her a small, beautifully wrapped box with delicate snowflake designs. "I got you this," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Elsa opened the box with care, revealing a stunning snowflake necklace. Her eyes widened in awe as she admired the intricate design. "Jack, it's beautiful," she said, touched by his thoughtfulness.

With a shy smile, Jack explained, "I got this for you because you're as unique and beautiful as a snowflake. Each one is different, just like you."

Elsa's heart fluttered at his words, though he didn't explicitly confess his love. "Would you do me the honor of putting it on me?" she asked softly.

Jack's heart raced as he gently clasped the necklace around her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin. Elsa turned around to face him, and their eyes locked in a moment of pure connection.

Under the enchanting moonlight, they wrapped their arms around each other, feeling the magic of the night envelop them. Jack's disastrous dinner plans had unexpectedly led to a more intimate and heartfelt evening, and the snowflake necklace became a symbol of their blossoming affection.