Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Jack-Chapter 15

"I don't understand why you have to blindfold me!" Elsa giggled as Jack led her carefully up the steep slope of the hill. It would have been much easier just to have the wind take them up, but Jack liked holding Elsa's hand a little bit too much...

Finally, they stopped when they reached a nice, flat alcove, and Jack reached around to untie her blindfold, taking a little bit longer than he should have as he became transfixed by the supple curve of her lips. Despite the fact that she was mortal, the idea of trying to find out if they could ever be anything became more and more appealing by the second.

When Jack untied the blindfold, Elsa opened her eyes and gasped. Beautiful ribbons of light streaked across the sky in greens and blues and purples, and even Jack couldn't resist the urge to watch them at night every once in a while. It was always a sight for sore eyes.

"This is beautiful," Elsa breathed as Jack took her hand and led her to a rock that overlooked not only the lights, but the dark lake below as well. "I didn't know what I was missing out on."

A soft smile pulled up on Jack's lips as he stared out over the lake that reflected the ribbons of light. "I don't have very many memories of my life before I was Jack Frost, but I do remember this one thing. Every year, my parents would take my little sister and me to see the aurora borealis. I remembered it being something that I looked forward to so much because I was so interested in art and the sky looked like one beautiful painting."

Elsa intertwined her fingers with his, and Jack couldn't help but hold his breath, almost as if any sudden movement would scare her off. It probably didn't mean anything, but it still made his heart pound hard in his ribcage.

"Can I ask you something?" Elsa said, turning her head in his direction to gaze back into his eyes. "How old were you when you became Jack Frost? And I know you don't remember much about your life before it all happened, but do you remember what led up to that point that you were changed?"

Jack chewed on his nail, deep in thought. "I was twenty-six when I was turned. I know, that seems like nothing when I've lived eleven times that many years. I remember very vaguely about painting something for some apprenticeship that I had been a part of. I wanted to get a closer look at the mountains from where I had been, and I didn't realize until it was too late that the patch of snow I had stepped on was actually very thin ice. I fell through, and the current of the water dragged me down further so I couldn't escape. It seemed as if the point when I died was the point when I lived again. The next thing I remembered was someone calling my name. Jack. Jack, wake up. It's time for you to choose. Will you live and serve me? Or will you die?

Elsa's eyes were wide by this point, eagerly drinking in the entire story. "Was that the Snow Queen?"

He nodded. "It was the Snow Queen. She helped me when I could hardly help myself. She saved me from death and I willingly served her the best I could throughout all my years. We became such good friends, especially because we were the only two people in the entire realm who shared the same ability. She could control the ice and the snow just like how you can."

"Really?" Elsa asked in awe. "I wish she was still around. It would be nice to have her around to help me with this."

"That's what I'm for," Jack laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Besides, you're getting really good at it on your own. You've done things that I've never even taught you." His thumb moved in smooth circles on the back of Elsa's and, causing his stomach to fill with butterflies.

She rolled her eyes good naturedly at him and playfully nudged his shoulder. "I'm not half as good as you, but you definitely lack in the homey parts of your skills. That's why I thought the Snow Queen would help."

"Homey?" Jack chuckled, swinging his legs over the side of the rock as he focused on the lights overhead. "I would think of an incredibly witty comeback, except for the fact that I know you're right. It's hard to see a point because I'm gone a lot, especially during the winter season."

Silence fell between them for a few moments before Jack glanced over at her, and his breath immediately caught in his throat. The aurora borealis lights reflected in Elsa's eyes, making her already beautiful eyes come alive with color.

"You know," Jack said quietly as he gently tipped her chin up with his fingers to look her in the eye. "There's only one woman who's more beautiful than the Snow Queen herself."

"Who?" Elsa whispered as her gaze bounced back and forth between both of his eyes, almost as if she already knew his answer.

Jack grinned at her adorable reaction. "You. You are definitely more beautiful than the Snow Queen."

Even under this light, Jack could see the blush enter her creamy cheeks. But instead of breaking his gaze, she asked, "Don't you ever get lonely, Jack? Even if you are with a woman with a mortal lifespan, won't that make you happier than being by yourself?"

He dropped his hand and let out a deep sigh, an icy mist escaping his mouth before turning into shimmering powder that fell onto his lap. "It doesn't make me happier, because eventually that woman will grow up, want something more. And then I have to ache as she marries someone else and starts a family of her own and eventually dies. No, it doesn't make me happier. I'm stuck as Jack Frost for the rest of my life, but even so, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jack grimaced, kicking himself for what he said. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to sound harsh. It's just a little frustrating, that's all."

"It's okay," Elsa whispered, clutching onto his hand even tighter. "But what if there was someone out there who was a human who wanted to try? Who liked you enough to look past that about you and try?"

His heart beat dangerously fast and he dared himself not to hope. He dared himself not to dream. "But what if that person can't look past the fact that I'm three hundred years old?" he asked quietly, holding his breath.

"But what if she could?" she replied just as quietly, her eyes seeming to shine with that same hope that he felt inside. "Wouldn't you want to try?"

Instead of replying right away, Jack wrapped his arm around Elsa's shoulders and pulled her close to him, loving the feeling of having her so near to him. "Yeah. Yeah, I would."

In a whispering voice, Elsa said, "I think she would too." And then she lifted her head from his shoulder to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, making his icy skin feel warm and tingly. He grinned with surprise as he looked over at her, meeting her gaze. Maybe he could let this happen after all.

Jack kissed her hand and drew her back into a side cuddle, watching the aurora borealis together. They didn't talk much after that, but only enjoyed each other's company, and soon enough, Elsa drifted off to sleep on his shoulder.

"Come on," Jack whispered as he picked her up into his arms. "Let's get you to bed."

She only stirred slightly as the wind carried them back to his house, and when he laid her down on her bed, he pulled the covers up all the way to her chin. Elsa looked so beautiful, and even though something wonderful had happened today, he didn't know where it would go from here, but he felt excited to find out.

He turned an icy lamp crystal in its socket and watched as it glowed a luminescent blue in its icy case. If only he could sleep, then he'd return to his chambers and dream the night away with memories of Elsa, but he couldn't, so all he could do was hold them dearly in his heart. He hoped beyond hope that everything would remain the same tomorrow, that Elsa wouldn't change her mind, but only time would tell.

Jack smiled at the hope stirring in his chest. Only time would tell.