Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Elsa-Chapter 4

"Here's to starting over," Elsa whispered, putting her snow globe collection on a shelf in her new apartment. She had one for every city she had ever lived in—Los Angeles, Brisbane, Albuquerque, Tucson, Mexico City, Bangkok, and even New Delhi for a little while. She liked to keep little mementos of the places she had been, even though no one could know who she really was.

Sitting down in the middle of the bare floor, she stared around her. She didn't have much of anything—no furniture, no bedding, nothing but knickknacks and memories. She didn't know when exactly the powers with ice she had came to her, they had been part of her ever since she could remember. Her parents had homeschooled her, to protect her from discovery they said, although Elsa had her suspicions that in reality they were protecting other children from her.

She had never yet been able to master her powers and it flared up at unexpected times. Even her little sister had been kept away from her sometimes and Elsa had always felt as though she was alone in the world. Or rather, she felt surrounded by people but completely isolated. Her family had always been loving, but they had never really understood her plight and so hadn't known how to help her.

Her thoughts turned to the boy in the alley and she smirked. Who frosted their tips in this century anyway? Tools, that's who. For some reason, Elsa was still suspicious of him. His answer when she had asked what he was doing felt too neat, too clean. But he hadn't done anything to hurt her either. Maybe he really was looking for his dog. She needed to learn to be less suspicious of everyone. Not everyone was bad or wanted to use her powers for their own purposes.

Furniture was going to be a real problem, though. She didn't have a job or a way to get one because although her fake IDs were the best money could buy, they hadn't been ready when she had left California in such a hurry. They would probably arrive in Chicago in a day or two and then she could start looking for a job. Not that she didn't have a bit of money that she had saved up, but she liked to save as much as possible for emergencies. Like the one in California. It had cost her a fortune to run away that time.

She paused for a minute considering. She needed a place to sleep tonight, no one would ever know if she made herself a little bed, right? Just a small one. She could, hopefully, get rid of it in the morning. Right now, all she wanted was to sleep. It had been hard saying goodbye to Britta, harder still getting across the country unnoticed.

Her thoughts turned irritatingly to that guy with the hair again. What was it about him that unnerved her so much? Under normal circumstances, minus the frosted tips, he would've been the kind of guy she was attracted to. She especially liked his eyes. They were a warm brown color that gave heat to his otherwise pale skin and hair. But these weren't normal circumstances anyway and she had a feeling that she should steer clear of dating anyway. To say her last date had been an unqualified disaster was an understatement.

Waving her arm through the air, a trail of ice and snow followed as she fashioned herself a bed. It wasn't as intricate as she had envisioned, in fact it came out looking more like a snowy blob with a barely discernable headboard, but it would have to do. She conjured herself a pillow and a snowy blanket and laid down on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin nervously. The first night in a new place always frightened her a little and, if she was honest with herself, she hated being alone. Her sister, Anna, still lived back home in Minnesota. They would write to each other occasionally, sometimes even call, but the friendship they had when they were kids had dissipated like snow in April.

Closing her eyes, she began to drift off, wondering how long she'd be able to stay in her new home this time....

. . . .

The next morning, she was woken by pounding on her door. Elsa's eyes snapped open and she gasped in horror as she realized that she had let the bed melt overnight and it had created a massive puddle on the floor that was probably seeping through the ceiling by now.

"Miss Peterson," the landlord barked, using her last fake last name. "Open the door, something is flooding in there!"

Elsa gasped, flying out of bed. Oh gosh, what was she supposed to do now? She'd have to get rid of the ice, that was certain. But how to explain the giant wet spot? Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she managed to make the snow and ice disappear almost completely before the landlord pounded on the door again and she panicked, one blob of ice about the size of a soccer ball still sitting in the middle of the room.

Scooping up the remaining ice, she looked around for something, anything, that would explain the mess. The previous occupants had left a few items in a closet and she quickly rifled through them, fortunately discovering a fish tank near the back. Thank goodness, this thing could end up saving her.

"Open up!" the landlord growled through the door and Elsa finally crossed the room, slid back the chain, undid the deadbolt, and peered through the door.

"I'm so sorry," she said apologetically. "I think my fish tank must have a leak. I filled it so I could get some new fish today and I think the water all leaked out during the night."

The landlord rolled his eyes at her. "Do you realize how much this is going to cost me to fix? You should see the bubble in your downstairs neighbor's ceiling."

"I'm sorry," Elsa repeated, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Really, I am."

The landlord didn't say anything but he picked up the fish tank and carried it out of the apartment with him muttering, "As of this moment, this building now has a no pets policy."

Elsa closed the door, sliding down so she sat on the floor, relief and sadness flooding through her. She had come so close to having to run again. Why were her powers so hard to control? She was glad the fish tank had been there, even though the landlord officially hated her now.

Yeah, so far her stay in Chicago wasn't off to a great start.