Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Jack-Chapter 11

If Jack had a middle name, it would be Fun. Or at least that was what he personally thought. Before Queen Delani's assassination, people would have disagreed and said his middle name was Mischief. Now they called him Jack the Feared or Jack the Ice King. Although, he didn't like either one. He preferred just Jack because that was all he really was. Jack didn't feel proud of what he did to avenge Queen Delani's death and protect the citizens of Ledas, but it protected the other realms as well which was most important. Because of the giants, they had to seal away each realm for their own protection. Vatra, the realm of fire, was the one to blame for so much heartache and sorrow. Even for his own heartache and sorrow. Delani had been a really good friend of his, and losing her had been hard on him.

He did his best to shake those unwelcome, sorrowful thoughts away and focus instead on having fun with Elsa. There was only one place he wanted to start, and then they'd see what happened from there.

"What are we doing here?" Elsa asked as she glanced around at the field of snow all around them. "Building a giant snowman?"

"Not at all," Jack chuckled, reaching out to take Elsa's hand as they walked across the field. She intook a breath of surprise as she glanced over at him, but he just continued staring forward. He had only meant to take her hand for what they were about to do, but he didn't expect to like it so much. Her touch made him feel... Alive.

They stopped walking suddenly and Jack turned to her, still holding tightly onto her hand. Without a word, Jack created an icy patch right under their feet and grinned as he slowly began to spin her out in a wide arc around him so he remained fixed in the middle, and everywhere that her feet touched turned to ice.

"What are you doing?" Elsa giggled, but even he could see that her guard was lowering ever so slightly.

"Having a little fun. I'm creating our own ice rink, but I'll need help." He dropped his magic right as Elsa was about to run into a dry patch, but then almost on instinct, she picked up where he left off so she wouldn't plummet headfirst into the snow.

"This isn't so hard," Elsa laughed as he continued to spin her around the field, and little by little, they created their own ice rink. Jack watched as if transfixed. Elsa's shimmering blue eyes came alive and she looked to actually be enjoying herself. But not only that, she created designs in the ice so beautiful that he felt as if he were staring straight into her soul.

Jack glanced back into her eyes and he could feel the backs of his ears turn red. She looked so beautiful when she was carefree and open. Until now, he hadn't noticed the way the skin around her eyes crinkled when she smiled or the way her lips turned gently upward when she laughed.

She looked so beautiful...

He laughed along with her as they continued to spin around the ice rink hand in hand, and more than anything, Jack felt surprised to see her guard dropping little by little. There wasn't a single soul around except him that she could hurt, and even then, she couldn't hurt him. Well, technically she could, but he had at least two hundred and seven-eight years on her, so it was highly unlikely.

When they stopped for a moment, Jack pulled Elsa toward him by the hand and carefully unzipped her jacket.

"What are you doing?" Elsa gasped as he pulled her jacket off her shoulders, leaving her in just a short sleeve t-shirt and jeans.

"You don't need it." He threw it and it picked up on the frosty wind to hang on the tree branch several yards away. "Embrace the cold. The ice, the snow... They are yours to control. They bend under your will. Now show it who's boss, princess."