Blue, White, and Ice ~Jack Frost and Elsa~

Chapter 10: Shattered

Check the media. That's how they will look like. ;) But Elsa won't have a cape though :)

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~Jack Frost~

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!"

I woke up with my ears tingling at the sound of my sister's scream.

I immediately got up and went to her to see what's going on.

As I found her in the kitchen, I saw her holding up a white suit with gold laces.

"What happened?"

"There's a dirt on your suit!" She pointed at the collar. 

"That's my suit?" I looked at my suit confusingly. 

"Yes!" Silvy said as she gave me the "duuuh!" face.

"Wow... That looks-"

"Beautiful, right?!" she said in excitement.

"Bright." I replied blankly.

"Oh, com'on baby brother! You'll look fabulouuuuus! Trust me!"  Silvy continued with much excitement. And she's convinced that this suit will be great on me. Don't want to hurt her feelings because she planned this prom night and took time to find me this suit which she likes so bad...

So...

"Okay." I sighed.

And she just giggled with excitement. 

No turning back now. Well, as she said. It looks beautiful. Just gotta have to trust her. 

I just smiled at her as she tries to scratch off the dirt with her finger. 

"Ugh, you know what? I'm gonna wash this!" She sighed in defeat.

My eyes literally went wide open. Like really? Now?

"But, the prom's gonna be a few hours from now. Plus, I have to get ready and still pick up Elsa. The suit may not be dry on time!" 

"Oh, don't worry! I'm an expert! Tsk tsk!" She winked and just started to walk to the washing machine just outside the door beside the fridge. 

"Eat your breakfast, hmmmkay?" She looked backed and smiled. 

"Okaaaay! You're the boss!" 

I didn't argue and just ate my delicious homemade risotto pescadore! One of sistah's specialties!

As I was finishing eating, I looked at my sister's plate and her risotto is getting cold. 

"Hey, sis! Better hurry or your food's gonna get cold!" I shouted for her to hear.

"Don't worry! It's fine!" She shouted back. 

"Alright then. I'll just be on my room."

I got up and took my plate to the sink and washed it. I turned to my left and saw the mess my sister made while making us breakfast. Having a sister like her is just simply amazing. I can't help but also be concerned for her because she still has work, she has to support me in my education, my clothes, my meals, she has to pay the bills and more. I just realized that I barely gave back the favor. So, I decided to clean those dishes myself as a simple way of saying thank you. I cleaned the frying pan and the wooden spoon, tidy things up and put trashes away, and returned the excess ingredients where they should be. Once I was done, I peaked through the window to see how she's doing. I could see sweat rolling down her face with her silvery white hair in a messy bun and brushing the dirt away from my suit. Looking at her, I frowned a bit. I went to the fridge and got her a glass of water, grabbed a small towel, and went to her.