The Hero of Frost (Jelsa/Mulan merge)

Chapter 2

Elsa's POV

War camps were noisy, crowded, and not perfectly clean. But at least they were organized.

"Name!" the man in front of me demanded.

"Alexander Snow," I replied.

"Form!" he said loudly. I handed him my father's form. The man looked it over before throwing it in a stack. He marked the list in front of him.

"You are in Section C, tent 10. Next!"

I left and began wandering around the camp, looking for section C. Eventually I found my tent. I pulled aside the flap and went inside.

There were two cots on the ground. Besides that, the tent was empty. Two cots. That meant I would be sharing with someone. I would have to think up an excuse to sleep outside before they got here.

The tent flap opened and someone stepped inside. My heart stopped. We stared at each other for a few minutes.

My roommate was none other than Kristoff.

"Elsa?" he asked.

"I'm here in place of my father," I explained quickly and quietly. "He was too old and injured to go to war. My name here is Alexander."

"Are you crazy? What if you get killed?" Kristoff demanded.

"I won't!" I promised. "I know what I'm doing!"

"If you're staying, I'm sleeping outside," Kristoff declared. "And you better not die. Anna would never let me hear the end of it."

"Thank you Kristoff!" I said happily. Kristoff smiled grimly and exited the tent.

One problem down, probably a million to go.

We were all summoned to roll call that evening. They lined us up in neat rows as we stood at attention. Eventually, a guy came out and stood in front of us. He was young, about my age. He had white hair and icy blue eyes. He was kinda cute. He glared at all of us. Oh, right. He thought I was a guy.

"I am Commander Jackson Frost, but you will all refer to me as Commander Frost or Sir! Is that understood?" he called loudly.

"Sir yes sir!" we all called back. Commander Frost began pacing.

"While in this camp you will follow every command I give you without question!" he continued. "Train hard, and one day you might become proud warriors!"

He stopped right in front of me. He looked me up and down.

"And who are you?" he asked.

"Alexander Snow," I replied, feeling nervous.

"Son of the Great War hero Captain Snow?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't aware Captain Snow had any sons."

"I don't get out much."

"Don't expect any special treatment just because you're his son," Commander Frost growled. "That goes for the rest of you as well!"

"Sir yes sir!" we all replied.

"Show some enthusiasm!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Training begins tomorrow at dawn! Don't be late!"

Commander Frost turned and left, entering his tent. The rest of us began splitting up and going our separate ways.

My first impression of Commander Frost was that he was stern and smart. But there seemed to be more to him than met the eye. And his eyes were dazzling.

I mentally shook myself and headed back to my tent. Commander Frost was my commanding officer. He was probably some Great War hero. Besides, he thought I was a guy. If he found out otherwise, he would probably be forced to kill me. And that wouldn't be a great start to a relationship.