Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Jack-Chapter 3

"I. Am. Going. To. Die," Jack moaned to Michael as they carefully unloaded boxes containing the pieces of dinosaur bones that they had uncovered in the no man's land close to the Russian border. They had been commissioned by the government to uncover these and afterwards sold the bones to the Field Museum in Chicago, Illinois. "Do you have any idea how hot it is here?"

"Are you kidding me?" Michael asked. "I'm loving it here! It's what, ninety-eight degrees of paradise?"

Shaking his head, he retorted with, "You mean ninety-eight degrees of hell? I can't wait until it's winter again."

"You're the strangest man I've ever met."

Out of all the expeditioners, Jack was the closest friends with Michael. Sure, Michael was ten years older than his twenty-six, but they got along pretty great. So far, they had already been on six expeditions together, more than anyone else could brag about.

As Jack entered the museum again with another box in tow, he stared up at the towering T-rex just above his head. It was the largest T-rex ever found, and strangely enough, they named it Sue. What a weird name for a terrifying dinosaur...

After their team unloaded all the boxes, the museum director shook all their hands one by one. "Thank you so much. This has been one of the greatest discovers that we've ever uncovered. Thank you!"

Jack couldn't wait to see these dinosaurs up in their own exhibit. It was almost worth staying in this hell hole of heat bearing down on him at every corner. Almost. He'd have to come back later in the year, perhaps, to check it out. But now, he wanted to make a run for Canada. Maybe even Antarctica. Yeah... Antarctica sounded nice.

"What are you going to spend your commission on?" Michael asked as they made their way out of the museum, and Jack practically started melting once again.

"Honestly? I was thinking about buying myself a mountain full of snow so I can live out the rest of my days in peace."

"I'm serious!" Michael chuckled.

Yeah, well so was he. "I don't know," he shrugged, trying to think of what normal men would want. "Maybe I'll buy a car. Or go on a trip somewhere."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Well, I'd like to finally settle down. I think I'll buy a house and find myself a wife."

Jack frowned. He remembered wanting that eventually once upon a time. He had wanted to live in a sunny place on the beach like California and soak up the heat as if there was no tomorrow. But life didn't always go the way he planned it to. He suddenly became an outcast in society, a rare specimen, and he couldn't stand the sun anymore. How times have changed...

"Good luck on finding a wife," Jack teased. "You're gonna need it."

His friend lunged forward and put Jack in a headlock before proceeding to give him a noogie. "Oh, I will, and she will be so beautiful that you'll take your mouth and shove it up your ass."

"Okay, okay!" Jack laughed, shoving Michael away good naturedly. "When that happens, you better invite me to your wedding."

"Even better, you'll be my best man."

Jack grinned and shook Michael's hand. "I look forward to it. If you plan on going on the next expedition, hit me up."

Michael saluted in agreement before walking away, leaving Jack alone in a crowded, scorching hot street. Now... How to get to Antarctica without being too conspicuous? He started down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of people going about their business at the end of a long work day. But then he froze right in his tracks.

Jack's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of a wisp of white-blonde hair amidst the crowd. He immediately would have written it off as an old woman, but he knew that hair all too well. It was the same white hair that the tips of his own hair acquired.

He started to move forward in the crowd toward where he had seen the woman, but when he reached that exact spot, the woman had vanished, almost as if through thin air. Was he going crazy? Was he just imagining things? Or could what he just saw have been real? But how was that even possible?

Not knowing where exactly he was going, he turned sharply to the right into the alleyway between two buildings, following the slight trace, the slight wisp of a frigid breeze. This woman was the same as him! She had to be!

Just that thought alone made him move faster. He needed to find her. He needed to track her down before he lost the trace completely.

The tendril of frost in the air beckoned him forward, and for a moment, he felt completely ridiculous. This was exactly what a dog did. Did dogs feel this ridiculous when trying to track something down using their noses?

Running now, Jack took off down the alleyway, realizing that he was losing the trace and fast. Where did she go?! He had to find her!

Jack took a left and another right, grinning as the trace became stronger and stronger. He was on her tail. He could feel it.

Before he could even have a chance to figure out what happened, something large and silver came barreling into him, smashing him right against the wall and into a heap of putrid, reeking garbage. But that disgust immediately melted into surprise as he found the woman standing just a couple feet away from him with a guarded expression and a very sharp looking knife in her hand.

"Why are you following me?" she snarled, looking as if she were ready to pounce at a moment's notice. He didn't miss the very obvious ice crystals crawling up that knife, and that only made him smile even more. But he hasn't been alive and undetected this long for no reason. He had to be smart about this. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to pull a good prank on her too. And he had the perfect prank up his sleeve. He just had to get past this unfortunate little encounter.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, deciding to play dumb. "I was out chasing my dog and I thought he went this way. I'm really sorry that I scared you. I didn't mean to. I probably heard your footsteps and mistook it for my dog."

The girl's guard lowered a little bit, but not quite all the way. "What kind of dog do you have?"

"Alaskan Malamute," he replied without missing a beat. If he didn't have duties in all seven realms, then that was the type of dog he'd want anyway. "You haven't seen him, have you? About yay high, black and white. Bushy tail." He slowly, cautiously got to his feet, noticing that the more afraid this girl seemed to be, the more her ice powers acted up. He'd need to find out if she really was the real thing, and not just some kind of phony to lure him out of the shadows before he trusted her enough to take her under his wing.

"No, I haven't seen a dog matching that description," she said, slowly lowering her knife but still keeping it in her hand.

Jack smiled again, completely dumbstruck. He thought he was the only one out there with messed up ice powers, but perhaps he wasn't. She struck him as an ice beauty. Platinum blonde hair that reached just past her shoulders. Icy blue eyes, but they seemed to shimmer in a way that ice did underneath the sunlight. And she was very pale, very much like him, as if she hadn't seen the sun in a long time. Perhaps she didn't like the sun just as much as he didn't...

"Again, I'm sorry for scaring you," Jack said apologetically before giving her one last smile and ducking out of there, leaving her alone in the alleyway. Scratch his venture to Antarctica. He needed to stay in Chicago and do a little bit of reconnaissance work. It was time to figure out who this girl really was.