Freezing Point / Jelsa Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Elsa woke to sunlight streaming through her windows. Her velvet curtains were halfway drawn, wrinkling up at the edges. She smiled to herself, as her eyes crinkled at the corners. She slid off of her bed, her covers falling behind her, and danced her way outside. Her feet glided over the carpet as if it were as smooth as ice, the bottom of her palms glistening with snow. Her hair was tied back into a tight knot, firmly secured with a light blue ribbon that seemed to endlessly float away. She walked outside of her room, greeting the servants that kindly offered her food. 
         Bright blue, and white all over, she twirled in circles down the halls. Her foot work was quite odd, her right foot dominated her left as it crossed over several times, and her left seeming to stay still in one spot. She couldn't help to feel so light and joyful. Her dim blue eyes were a cool serene, gleaming with carefree joy. She was as free as a feather.
         Today was the day she would be visiting an old friend she hadn't seen in years. His name was Willis Garter, and the last time she saw him was three years ago. Ever since they were little, they had been hand in hand. They shared smoothies, and one time she spilled hers on his brand new cargo pants. When he got mad, his beady eyes would narrow and his lips would push outwards, inflating. He had freckles that covered his face, and brown eyes that were dark around the ridges and light caramel in the middle. He had small and distinct eyes, sharp like an eagle. His hair faced all different directions and matted down with a different hat everyday.
         He was thirteen the last time she saw him. Her last vision was of him in plaid wrinkled tee, with dark washed jeans torn around the edges, and a fedora placed slightly left of his head. He was waving goodbye as a small tear escaped from one of his eyes and slithered down his face. It has been three years now, and he was sixteen. He probably already started high school, and has a girlfriend.
         She entered the carriage that waited outside her door. Her left foot pulled her inside. The carriage had crimson seats that looked elegant, the gold painted walls were peeling and each seat leaned against a clear window.
         She stared out the window, watching the castle she lived in shrink and watching as the trees rushed past her. She stretched her hand out to the window, and slowly pulled it down, leaving faint finger prints on the clear canvas. She felt distant, and excitement, and maybe a twinge of anxiety. Her heart was thumping it felt like it was in her throat. She felt if she had swallowed an alarm clock and it was about to burst out of her chest. Her heart felt hard and solid as it moved around her body. Her stomach didn't have butterflies, but a queasy feeling as if something bad were about to happen. She felt like if someone was punching from inside her chest.
         Why was she so nervous? She thought, her hand reached up to grab where her heart was. Slow down, she whispered inside her head. She closed her eyes for a moment and watched as her eyelashes covered her vision. Bit by bit, the scenery in front of her faded.
         "Here." The coach man yelled, his hand cupped over his plump lips hollering at her. 
         She quickly said thank you to him; she almost tripped over her dress and stumbled over the wheels as she got out. 
         As she patted down her dress to remove the wrinkles, her head slowly rises to see a gorgeous view.
         It wasn't an elegant castle, or a fancy kingdom, neither was it a big house. It was a medium sized cottage placed randomly in a field of trees.
         There were wide oak trees everywhere, their branches spreading out so far it poked the horizon. It was a huge forest with little spare space, there were small blades of grass that poked out of the ground. Bundles of animals gathered around bushes. Birds were singing quietly, echoing in the air. The light bounced off the windows reflecting like diamonds in a cavern. The air was wet and felt like you were swimming, it wrapped you in warm. The sunlight emitted from a small overture above the trees. She looked up and saw where the trees leaves met and covered the area. It was breathtaking.
         She continued to walk towards the cottage. As she got closer, her vision sharpened. She could see each individual hay string poking out of the roof, she could see the small raindrops that hung onto the window sill, she could see the amount of effort built into each brick. Her heart was rising and sinking, and sweat started to form along her forehead. She was so nervous, she bit her lip. Her eyes were dancing to every corner. It soon became too much; she started pacing rapidly, her breathing and heartbeat beginning to speed and fill her ears with white noise. She decided to knock on the door. Her hand was shaking as she brought it to the wooden frame. One knock, it's all it takes. But what if I say something wrong or do something horrible? She trembled at the thought.
         She stood on the tips of her toes, leaning over to the door as she brought her hand to it.
         A solid thud echoed through the house. 
        The door swung open to reveal a smiling man. It was Willis. His eyes were still sharp and small, but fuller. His brown eyes now filled to the top of his eye lids, and crinkled a the edges when he smiled. He still had his old smile, thin lips running from one side of his face to the other, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth that blinded you if you stared too much. He had on a demin button down shirt that ran from his collar bones and below his hip, he had rolled on jeans that looked dusty. His arms were opened up widely and his hair was tousled to the left. 
         Elsa hugged him, feeling his arms wrapped around her shoulder blades. His thumb moved back and forth, moving around at the edge of her shoulders. He held her sternly as he mumbled words into her shoulder. She felt his hot breath ram against her body as he spoke diligently.
         "I missed you, Elsa." He said, sounding half asleep and relaxed. She couldn't help but smile as she squeezed him tighter, she closed my eyes and nodded. She knew he would understand.
         "Is that, you, Elsa?" A small voice asked. Elsa looked up to see a white haired boy with blue eyes.
         He had a puzzled look drawn across his face, like an upside down smirk. His eyes were dimly lit and looked gray because of the lighting in the house. He had on a dark blue sweatshirt and baggy canvas pants that reached to the floor.
         "Jack!" Elsa's face brightened with realization. She threw her hands off Willis and scrambled to Jack. Willis watched from behind, as Elsa hugged Jack tightly. "What are you doing here?" She asked, letting go of Jack.
         "Willis has been letting me live here for about a year now." Elsa's eyes darted towards Willis as he nodded proudly. "Why are YOU here?" Jack said, pointing a finger in Elsa's direction. Her eyes narrowed at the finger as she stumbled backwards, catching herself.
         "I was just visiting an old friend," she said, smiling at Willis.
         Willis smiled back. He forgot how beautiful she was when she smiled. The way one side of her lips lifted higher than the other, and how her eyes formed creases at the edges. Her smile lit up her eyes, making her look like the happiest person in the world. When she smiled, Willis's heart started throbbing. He cleared his throat and walked next to Elsa.
         "You two know each other?" He asked. Jack nodded, and gestured to Elsa to tell the story.
         "Jack and I met while I was secluded in a frozen land. He helped me survive and gather stuff I needed to survive, only if I helped pay back his debts he owed." She chuckled, fondly smiling at the memory. "Yea, I've known Jack for about two years now. He lived in the castle for a while, until he got kicked out. I guess he moved here. I haven't seen him in a few months." She finished with a small frown, but immediately looked up at both of them.
         They both looked at her with awe. Willis grabbed her hand, and her cheeks turned a deep bright pink. His fingers wiped across hers, rough and smoothly. He looked down at her in her eyes, and brought a hand up to her cheek. His warm hand surprised her, she looked at him wide eyed. Jack watched quietly in the distance, his hands balling into fists. 
         Willis pulled her in by the waist, like a fish on a hook. She flew towards him, her chest against his. His hand moved down her face and grabbed the edge of her chin. He pulled her in, feeling the softness of her lips brush against his. The sweet taste of honey covered on bread dipped his lips. She felt warm and fuzzy inside, and her stomach stopped churner and relax.
         She heard a door shut, as she pushed Willis away. She broke away from the kiss to see that Jack had gone away.
         Jack was gone, again.
         "Why did you do that?" She asked furiously. Willis fumbled over his words, his hand motions going at a faster pace than his thoughts.
         "I love you." He replied. She looked at him wide eyed. What was she supposed to do?
        "You haven't spoke to me in three years, you can't say that." She replied sternly, her thoughts on Jack and where he was. 
         "I have loved you and continue to love you, and I don't care if you return my feelings or not. Elsa, I love you." He replied, his eyes turning glassy. 
        Elsa walked out of the small cottage. She looked back, at the cottage sheltered by shadows. That will be that last time she ever went in there again.
         "That was kind of harsh of you." She turned around to find Jack leaning against a wall, his shoe placed against the bricks as his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was crossed and some what sad. Elsa walked over to him and sat next to him.
         "I just don't feel the same way with him." She replied looking away from Jack. She felt his knee cap brush against hers as he stood up from the wall.
         "So, if someone you didn't love back confessed their feelings, this is how you would deal with it?" He asked, his eyes looking up into the sky. He watched as the birds fly past. A moment of silence drew in, as she heard the distinct cries and shrills of birds. The leaves rustled against each other in the wind, fluttering like a lost bird. 
         "I guess," she replied after a moment. He looked back at her, but she was looking down at her thumbs. "Why?" She asked as her eyes pierced his. His blue eyes locked with hers, icy and cold. She felt a gush of wind hit her as her hair flew back. He stood there silent, falling deeper into her gaze.
         "No reason that you need to know," he walked away from her, the family of trees swallowed him up as he disappeared from her view. 
         Once again.