Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Elsa-Chapter 12

When she got back to her room, Elsa caught sight of herself in the mirror on the wall. Her cheeks were stung pink from the cold, her eyes sparkling from the fun and excitement of the race and her hair glittered with tiny pieces of ice that Jack had made. She hated to admit it, but that had been a lot of fun.

Elsa smiled as she remembered the rumble of Jack's laughter as he had tripped her near the end of their race. A smile spread reluctantly across her face, she had really enjoyed that. She was beginning to understand Jack a little better. His sense of humor seemed to mask the pain he felt at losing the Snow Queen. She couldn't help but wonder why he had turned down the role of Ice King. He had defeated the Vatrans, he was a hero. Why had he chosen to not lead his people?

Elsa bit her lip, throwing her jacket over the chair in the corner. Jack had been right. She had loved the touch of the cold on her skin, the feeling of the icy wind whipping through her hair. It had made her feel alive. She had let go of her fear a little more and without realizing it, she had begun to trust Jack.

Turning on the shower, she jumped under the icy jet, practicing making swirls and patterns on the mirror, on the walls, in the air itself as it misted around her. Ice climbed the glass, crackling across the floor, over the ceiling. She could feel power growing and expanding inside her and suddenly she wanted to unleash more and more, expanding the patterns into pictures of the palace she had seen in her vision of Ledas.

The power inside her expanded and grew a little more, and she expanded the crystals until her ice began getting away from her and she slipped, cracking the side of her head on the bathtub before everything went black.

. . . .

The first thing that she felt was the snow. Frowning, Elsa ran her fingers over the surface she lay on, the powdery snow sifting through her fingers. With a groan, she sat up and put a hand to her head. What was the last thing she remembered? Oh yeah, she had been practicing in the shower and then she remembered falling...

Suddenly, the rough tongue of some enormous beast licked the side of her face, causing her to open her eyes with a start. A reindeer stood over her, its wet nose inches from her own. As she stared at it, she realized that she was completely naked as she had been right before everything went dark. And she realized she wasn't alone. A tall woman with a sheet of long blonde hair rode on the back of the beast, her eyes so blue they looked almost white in the harsh light of wherever she was.

"Where am I?" Elsa gasped, trying to cover herself by waving a pile of snow over her body. The woman didn't answer. Instead, she stepped down off the reindeer and handed her a light green, fur-lined robe. Elsa accepted the gift gratefully, pulling it on and hastily belting the sash so that the robe covered her from chin to toes. The woman handed her a pair of plain brown leather shoes without speaking and Elsa slipped them on.

"Thank you," she said in confusion, putting on the surprisingly soft and comfortable shoes. "Who are you?"

"Ilea," the woman answered, gesturing to herself. "Who are you?"

Frowning, Elsa considered for a moment. She knew she had a name wherever she had come from, but all of a sudden she couldn't remember it.

"I don't know," she said, rubbing her forehead in frustration as though that could help her remember. Looking around the clearing, she saw the glimmering palace of ice and snow that she had seen once before when Jack had touched her...

Jack! As the thought crossed her mind, she felt a sudden rush of fear. How was she supposed to get home? How was she supposed to get back to Jack?

"Please," she asked Ilea imploringly. "How do I get home?"

Ilea frowned, surveying Elsa carefully. "But this is your home, is it not? You are one of us."

"One of who?" Elsa asked curiously.

Confusion clouded Ilea's expression. "One of the Ledans, of course. You bear the markings, is this not your home?"

Elsa shook her head. "No, at least I don't think so. I'm from the United States."

Ilea raised an eyebrow at her, shaking her head as though she thought the girl standing in front of her was insane. "I have never heard of such a place."

Elsa swallowed hard, suddenly wishing that Jack was here. He'd know what to do. He always knew what to do.

"You've clearly been through something terrible," Ilea said kindly. "Come with me back to my home and stay the night. We will figure out what to do with you in the morning."

Numbly, Elsa nodded. She didn't know what else to do, she didn't know how to find Jack so that he could take her home. She felt lost and confused and frightened. The prospect of having someone take care of her for the night was more appealing than Ilea realized. Elsa would try and figure out what to do in the morning.

Ilea gestured for her to climb up on the reindeer behind her and Elsa obeyed. When the reindeer bounded forward, Elsa shrieked and nearly tumbled off, grabbing Ilea around the waist to steady herself. Ilea let out a musical laugh as they rode toward what appeared to be a village. Elsa gasped when she saw it. The houses were all made out of ice but each was a different color, made with different patterns on the sides and shutters. They were beautiful and charming, Elsa immediately fell in love with them.

"Good boy, Sven," Ilea said, sliding off the reindeer in front of a turquoise house with a pattern of birds and vines swirling around the outside. She opened the door and led Elsa inside to a bed made completely of ice and snow. Elsa was shocked when she sat down how comfortable it was, almost like sleeping on a cloud.

"This will be your room for tonight," Ilea said kindly. "If you need me, I'll just be downstairs. There's dinner cooking on the stove if you want to eat."

Elsa nodded wearily. "Thank you, but I think I'll lie down first."

Ilea nodded and left the room, shutting the ice door behind her. The firelight from the main room glimmered dully through the wavery ice, bathing the whole room in a warm glow. Elsa looked around her in wonder, surveying the ice pitcher on the dresser for washing her face, the mirror which was made of perfectly smoothed ice, the pillows and sheets which were all somehow made of ice and snow. It was so beautiful, she wanted to try it when she got home.

If I ever get home, she thought gloomily, wondering where Jack was and if he was okay. The thought made her laugh, of course he was okay. Jack always had a plan or a backup plan. Elsa, on the other hand, always felt completely lost.

Lying down on the bed, she closed her eyes, envisioning Jack's warm brown eyes as she drifted off. She liked the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled. The way he squinted when he laughed. As much as she hated to admit it, she had misjudged him. He was someone to be called a friend...

"Elsa!" Jack's voice sounded far away at first, but then louder as he shouted again. "Elsa, wake up!"

Her eyes shot open and she sat up, looking around blearily at her surroundings. She was on the ice-covered bathroom floor, all of her frosty designs still in place. Jack stood over her, a frantic expression in his eyes.

"You scared me!" he frowned. "I thought you might be dead."

Elsa shook her head, a dull ache throbbing inside it when she moved. "No, I'm okay," she mumbled, her fingers brushing the soft robe she wore. Her eyes widened as she looked down at what she wore, an ice green robe and a pair of soft brown shoes. So it hadn't been a dream...

"I couldn't wake you up for a long time," Jack said, visibly shaken. "What happened?"

Elsa looked up at him nervously, her eyes wide. "I think I went to Ledas."