Frozen, Jack and Elsa

Chapter 5

  Meanwhile, Jack came down from the forest hills and to the village below. The boy came to the front door of his house. He reached out to grab the knob. But stopped halfway, he hesitated; he knew that if he even touched the door knob, he would turn it to ice. Jack took a deep breath and quickly turned the knob and opened the door. He quickly let go before anything happened. Jack came into the house. He reached for the knob and quickly closed the door. He sighed in relief, as set his new staff at to the side.
"Jack where have you been, its late." he mother said
"Nowhere." Jack answered, shaking a bit. "Honey what's wrong?" his mother asked, noticing the boy shakings.
"Nothing, I just need some... rest." Jack answered.
Jack moved toward the stare case and turned to go up. The women gave a confused look. What was that about? Jack came to his room door. He opened the door and went inside. He shut the door, but when he let go, frost spread on the door knob.
Jack backed away and looked to his hands. What was he going to do? Jack looked all around his room and saw a pair of blue winter gloves. Jack went up and took the gloves and slipped them on his hands. He slowly set his hands down on the dresser and saw no ice emerge.
He sighed in relief. Jack lifted his hands off the dresser and turned them around. This was looking to be the only way to hide it. The boy sighed, as much as he was glad to have found something to contain the power and keep it out of sight from everyone; he was feeling guilty to hide this from his mother.
But the mar thought of her seeing him like this scared him deeply. It was the only choice for him. But if he ever sees Elsa again, she may ask why he constantly wears gloves? Many years had passed; both Jack and Elsa had grown, as well as their powers of ice along with them. One remained isolated; the other walked among the villagers of Arendelle, but hid his powers from any sight.
Jack helped his mother run their shop in town, selling bread to those who come and go. Jacks father and mother had been the town's bakers, making the best bread as well as other delicious treats for the people. Jack stands behind the covert, giving two people a loaf of freshly baked bread. He continued to wear gloves to ovoid the ice spreading from his hands. One the customers handed him a few gold pieces. Jack took the money from him. The two took the bread and walked out the door.
"More satisfied customers." Jack said, looking across to his mother.
"I'm sure your father would be proud, Jack." his mother said.
Jack thought about that for a moment. His father had passed away when his was young. His death left his wife and mother of his only child, to continue to run the shop. Jack always intended being the son his father had hoped he could be, to make him proud. But it became a wish that was sweped away, never fulfilled. Jack let out a sigh.
"Sometimes I wish he could be here." Jack said, looking to the window.
His mother looked at him with the eyes of a heart broken widow.
"I do, too." she said.
His mother turned and went to make another batch. Jack continued to look out the window, thinking of the course his life was taking. Losing his father, his friend and now just trying to hide the powers he'd been given. There came a moment of silence between the two.
"I hope the king and queen have a safe journey." the women said, as she went to the fire place to get the next loaf.
"Journey?" Jack asked, curiously, having to not hear anything about a journey.
"Yes, they are going to the southern Isles." His mother explained.
"When are they going?" Jack asked.
"This evening."
Jack thought to himself, he knew it would be polite to send his regards to the royal family on their journey. It would be like seeing old friends, again after all these years.
Meanwhile, to the kingdom, as the time of evening came. Elsa waits at the bottom of the stairs. Her parents were walking down the steps, preparing to take their long journey. As soon as they came to the last step, Elsa bowed to her parents as they turned to her.
"Do you have to go?" she asked, feeling a bit scared with this happening.
"Don't worry, Elsa. You'll be fine." her mother reassured.
"Be safe." said Elsa, as she hugged her two parents.
The king and queen held their beloved daughter tight. The three departed, and began to walk to the door way.
"Goodbye Elsa." her father said.
Elsa watched them leave outside, their servants handling the trunks and luggage they had for the trip. She narrowed her blue eyes, feeling even more scared with her parents going a way. But it was only two weeks, what could happen?
Meanwhile, at the docks, Jack awaits near the boat that was taking the king and queen to the southern Isles. He leans against a wooden post, hold his staff in front of him. Just then, he saw the king and queen approaching the dock. But Elsa was no where in sight.
"Your Highus." he said as he stood up to face them.
"Jack, it's been some time, what brings you here?" The king asked, as he and his wife stopped to face the young man.
"I came to wish you luck on your journey. And I hope you come back safe."
"Thank you, Jack. That means allot to us." The king said.
"I'm glad to hear that." Jack said.
Jack then looked toward the castle. He question why Elsa wasn't here, why does she never come out of that place, anymore. The king looked to what the boy was staring at. He saw his castle. He knew what Jack was thinking about.
"Jack, I'm sorry for all of this, I understand that you miss Elsa." The king said.
"How is she?" asked Jack.
"She's fine, Jack." the king answered.
"Been so long, I came by every day, but you guys never let me in. Did something happen?" Jack asked, curious of the gates.
"No, not at all. It's just-" The king said, trying to find the words to tell him.
"It's just what?" Jack asked.
"Your majesty, its time to go!" a voice called, as the three looking up at a crew member of the ship.
"I'm sorry Jack, we must go. Take care." The king said, putting his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"You too." Jack said back.
The king and queen then walked down the deck and boarded on the ship. Jack watched as the ships, white sails came down and set sail. Yet he kept asking himself, why were the gates closed?