Frosted (A "Jelsa" Fanfiction)

Chapter Six -

Elsa awoke to a knock on the door of her temporary bedroom.
"Come in!" She yelled, unsure if he could hear her.
Jack opened the door, carrying a dish of croissants and cherry cream cheese pastries. He was wearing something similar, if not the same, as yesterday. A frosted deep blue sweatshirt, a pair of dull light brown skinny jeans, and of course, no shoes. She took a minute to admire his face- the way his sharp tanned cheekbones managed to hold onto their childlike composure.
"Why the room service?" Elsa inquired, smiling.
"I had some extra flour laying around, so I figured I'd whip something up." Jack's face warmed. She took a pastry off the plate. "I thought maybe we could go on a walk today?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
"Okay, your clothes from yesterday are in the restroom washed and folded."
"Thank you," Elsa started. Jack set her plate on the nightstand, and walked out.
The guest bedroom of the manor was large, and mostly empty. The king size bed was the main attraction of the room, with a huge walnut frame and a plush golden comforter- not to mention the insane amount of pillows layered by head. A large tapestry hung on the other end of the room depicting a huge birch tree. Each black line was composed of hundreds of miniature animals and creatures. Coincidence, Elsa decided, that of all the trees the artist could've chosen, they chose a birch. And despite the medieval color scheme, the bed frame was shaped in a way that kept constant with the contemporary vibe of the lodge. 
Elsa entered the grand bathroom. It was beautiful, modern, and spacious. The cabinets were a matte black brown, with white creamy counter tops, the handles polished in a silvery bronze. She changed quickly into her clothes, and went to find Jack.
Jack was totally ready to go. He wore his usual, plus a satchel with a few apples in it and the map, and a long wooden staff.
"What's that for?" Elsa nodded to the staff.
"It helps me channel my powers, I guess." Jack replied. Elsa realized this was the first real conversation they'd had about magic, other than the brief mentions and such. Jack unlocked and opened the door for her.
The snow drifted to the ground rather slowly that morning, as if everything was just waking up. Jack made a point of dramatically jumping out the doorway, and then landing millimeters above the snow. Elsa followed suit, and soon they were sprinting across the surface, gliding smoothly. They skated for almost a half hour in silence, acclimating to the frosted air.

Thunk.

Elsa tripped upon the impact, nearly face-planting in the snow. Ice whistled from her feet, letting it spin around to face Jack. He smirked, and motioned his hand upwards. With it came three more snowballs. Elsa pulled out a thin shield of ice miiliseconds before they were sent flying towards her. She laughed, and they quickly found themselves in a (very intense) snowball fight. The two of them were methodical, in sync with each other. Jack ducked behind trees to dodge her. Elsa sent more towards him, Jack retaliated and Elsa moved to defense. They sparred until neither could move, Jack collapsing from laughter after successfully landing a ball of snow smack in the center of her face. Elsa walked over to join him in the snowdrift, sitting down sighing.

"Impressive." Jack murmured, lying down. Elsa laid down, too.

"You're the one who hit me in the face." Elsa cocked an eyebrow, turning to face him.

"Yeah." Jack chuckled.