Elsa's POV
This is crazy.
He kissed me.
Why?
I liked it, but still, why?
I can't be in love.
Not again, anyway.
The last time I loved a guy it was when I was 15.
About 6 years ago, a guy named Silas found himself inside the castle.
"Hey, Elsa?''
I looked back at Jack. He looked upset. Did I do something wrong?
"Yeah, Jack?"
"I was just wondering, uh, are you mad. You know, 'cause I, uh, kissed you?"
"What? No, I'm not mad. Even if I was, I could never stay mad at you."
"Thank goodness." He said in relief.
"Do you have anywhere to stay?" I asked out of nowhere.
He shook his head.
"You could stay at the castle."
"Alright, thanks."
The more I think about the kiss, the more I think I might actually love Jack.
I've known him since I was little, it would be really weird to be with him.
But at the same time, I can't help myself but loving him.
But it's not really being in love I'm scared of.
It's being in love with Jack.
