Icy Court

The Visit

Elsa's POV

I am going to kill him. I don't know who or what the hell he is, but I'm going to kill him.

The 'right' thing to do would to have the court system take care of him and punish him accordingly. But, I don't care. He can pay for his crimes in hell.

"Ms. Winters?" A female voice asks.

I turn towards it. "Yes?"

"You may see the patient now."

"Thank you."

I walk into the hospital bedroom. The Jack look-a-like is in the bed at the far end of the room. The other bed is occupied by an old woman.

"You!" She shouts, pointing at me. "Are you here to see that devil spawn?"

"Yes, and why would you say that?"

She glares towards the bed which is currently blocked from view by a curtain.

"Ever since he got into this room he's been tossing and turning in his sleep muttering about something or other. Sounded like the 'no' over, and over, and over. I get sick of it and look over to tell him to can it, and what do you know? His hair changed color! He comes in here, his hair is black a a raven's feather. Ten minutes later, it's white as a snowman's rear end. He's doing deals with demons, I tell ya."

"Deals with demons..." I mutter under my breath. "Thank you for the information."

"You be careful with that one, girl. You be careful."

"Trust me, I will."

I walk past the old woman's bed an towards the far end of the room.

I push back the curtain and intake a sharp breath.

The man laying in the bed in front of me is, without a doubt, Jack Frost. Except, it can't be.

Jack Frost died in front of me months ago. I took his pulse, there was nothing there. People's hearts don't stop beating and then just start up again. It's not how it works. I pull out my phone.

"There has to be something that could explain this." I think.

I've been scrolling through a couple articles, which have given me no useful information, when I stumble upon a Wikipedia page for Lazarus Syndrome.

Lazarus syndrome or autoresuscitation after failed cardiopulmonary resuscitation, is the spontaneous return of circulation after failed attempts at resuscitation. Its occurrence has been noted in medical literature at least 38 times since 1982.

Could it be...?

Occurrences of the syndrome are extremely rare and the causes are not well understood. One theory for the phenomenon is that a chief factor (though not the only one) is the buildup of pressure in the chest as a result of cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). The relaxation of pressure after resuscitation efforts have ended is thought to allow the heart to expand, triggering the heart's electrical impulses and restarting the heartbeat.

Is it possible that whatever mixture of drugs Pitch stuck in his arm caused his heart to stop beating and then after I left, they tried CPR and it was ineffective, but it triggered Lazarus Syndrome? It seems crazy, but according to this, it could have worked.

The question is, did it work?

The heart rate monitor speeds up slightly and the man in the bed begins the stir, letting out a small groan.

He's waking up.

"Okay," I say to myself. "I can't let him think he's off the hook just yet. Gotta put the glare on. Have to act like I don't know anything."

I fix my facial features into a glare and cross my arms right as he wakes up.

He opens his eyelids and my glare almost breaks because damn it all to hell, those eyelids reveal the ice blue eyes that I've missed seeing.

"C'mon, Elsa. You can do this."

"You're awake. Good. Now, who the hell are you?" I spit out in a sharp tone.

He looked puzzled and a bit distraught. "You-you mean don't recognize me? You don't remember who I am?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Jack Frost."

"Then you're delusional. Jack Frost is dead. He's been dead for months. He died in front of me. You can't just pop up months later claiming to be him after what you did." I was getting angry now. Every word I spoke was drippig with venom. "You know what you did, right? You broke into my house, you killed my kids, you tried to kill me. Did you know that it was their birthday? Did you? No? Well, now they're dead. You killed my children and now you expect to believe that you are the man that I..."

He leans forward. "That you what?"

I take a deep breath, a silent tear dripping down my cheek.

"The man that I love."

Jack's POV

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My brain is on shutdown. I have no idea what to say. Help how do love? How do? HALP. HOW DO CONFESS LOVE? ME NO KNOW HOW. GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

She sighs and turns away from me, wiping the tear from her cheek. "But it doesn't matter anymore. I don't want anything to do with you. So, whoever you are, goodbye." She starts to walk away.

No, no, no, no I can't let her leave. What can I say, what can I say?

"It was Pitch!" I shout. She freezes in her tracks.

"What?"

"It was Pitch. He did this. He did this to me."

Elsa walks back and sits in the chair next to the bed.

"Alright. I'm giving you a chance. Don't screw it up. Now, spill."

A/N: WOO-HOO! Chapter done!

Also, it took about 20 chapters but.......

JELSA IS FINALLY GETTING SOMWHERE YUSSS

Speaking of chapters, this book doesn't have a whole lot left. Keep that in mind.

And now, a few words of wisdom:

*ahem*

BRACES

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

I hope this has enlightened you.

I'm rambling so I'm gonna cut it here. Adios amigos and I'll be seeing you very soon. *wink*