Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Elsa-Chapter 16

Elsa laid in bed for a long time the next morning, thinking about Jack. She smiled as she remembered the look on his face when she had kissed him. It was as though he had been starving and she had offered him food. Elsa really liked being the one that made him look so happy. And yet there had been an underlying sadness in his expression that she didn't want to think about because it made her sad too. She refused to think about the fact that their time together would be brief. All she wanted was to spend as much time as possible with him.

Swinging herself out of bed, she padded down the stairs, wondering where Jack would be this time of morning. Humans would probably be making breakfast, but Jack didn't need to eat. So if that wasn't what he was doing, where was he?

Suddenly a snowball hit the back of her head and dribbled down the back of her shirt. Jack's laugh sounded from the top of the stairs and she whirled around to face him.

"I'm going to get you for that," she said, trying to sound menacing but ruining it with a laugh. "Just you wait, Jack Frost."

Using her powers, she created a large snowball between her hands and threw it at Jack, who moved quickly away, watching it sail past him with a smug look on his face.

"See, that's why I prefer—" he started, turning around just as her second snowball hit him directly in the face. Elsa burst out laughing as he wiped the snow from his eyes, grumbling the words, "sneak attacks."

"The first one was just so you'd turn around," Elsa grinned. "I was reigning snowball fight champion when I was little, none of the other kids could even come close to me."

Her smile faltered as the rest of that memory came flooding back. "So they quit letting me play," she finished softly, looking down at the intricate floor so he wouldn't see her hurt and sadness. She knew it was in the past and there was nothing she could do about it, but the hurt caused by that moment, among others, lingered like a splinter she couldn't quite pluck out no matter how hard she tried.

Let it go, she told herself sternly. Holding onto those past griefs was only going to make her less able to control her powers, all it did was rob her of her strength.

Jack seemed to sense some of her inner turmoil because he slid down the banister and pulled her into a hug. "Come here."

Elsa let Jack's embrace engulf her and she buried her face in the place where his shoulder connected with his neck as though it could block out the world. She sighed into him. To normal humans, he would have been too cold to touch, but to her, he felt warm and safe. He kissed the top of her head gently and said, "You hungry?"

"Starved," she laughed. "Do you have food here?"

Jack grinned, leading her into a fabulous dining hall with two places set with delicate ice goblets and plates, a chandelier dripping from the ceiling just above the table. Elsa loved that there were so many windows in Jack's house, she loved the natural light they offered in every room.

"Voila," Jack laughed, lifting the lid off of her plate to reveal an Egg McMuffin perched on top of the plate. She laughed, her smile widening.

"Where did you get this?"

"Made a trip to the human realm this morning," Jack shrugged, pouring her a glass of orange juice into a goblet. Elsa raised her eyebrows at him, her smile turning teasing.

"And the first place you thought of to get breakfast was McDonalds?"

"Let's put it this way, princess," Jack smiled. "I followed you around enough to know that you love these, so I figured I'd get us a to-go order and bring it back here."

Elsa bit into her sandwich, savoring the flavors as they hit her tongue. Somehow it tasted better than ever here. Jack took the lid off his own plate to reveal a similar sandwich.

"I thought you didn't need to eat," she said as he took an enormous bite of his sandwich. He gave her a puffy-cheeked smile before swallowing the bite almost whole.

"I don't, but that doesn't mean I don't still enjoy it," Jack grinned at her across the table. "Tell me something, what's your favorite food?"

Taking another bite of sandwich, Elsa chewed thoughtfully before speaking. "Don't laugh, but I never liked ice cream or any of the frozen foods you'd think someone with my powers would like. I always really liked chicken noodle soup."

"Really?" Jack asked, intrigued. "Why?"

"I don't know," Elsa said slowly. "I mean, that's one of my earliest memories of home is my mom feeding us chicken noodle soup after playing outside all day. That was before my powers really began to manifest so it still felt like we were family."

Jack nodded, taking her hand on the table top and squeezing it gently. Elsa didn't want to talk about her family anymore, it made her too sad, so she changed the subject.

"What about you?" she asked interestedly. "Favorite foods before and after becoming Jack Frost."

Chuckling, Jack said, "I'm way more predictable than you, I love ice cream. Can't get enough, especially when Mara decides to unleash a heatwave on the human realm."

"So let me guess, that's usually when you come home?" Elsa laughed, her grin widening as Jack nodded.

"Pretty much. As far as favorite food before I became Jack Frost, my mom used to make these amazing chocolate tarts. We didn't have a lot of money so we would only get them on special occasions but she made sure I got them on my birthday every single year. I still like them, but I've never had one as good as hers since."

"Mmm, chocolate," Elsa replied, closing her eyes and remembering the taste. If she concentrated hard enough, she could almost feel the chocolate melting on her tongue. "My favorite."

"I'll remember that," Jack laughed as he drained the last of his orange juice. "I'll pick some of the best chocolate up for you on my next trip into the human realm."

"Can I come too?" Elsa asked hopefully. She knew immediately what the answer was when Jack looked at his feet, a frown line appearing between his brows.

"I'm sorry, but the borders between the worlds are fragile enough right now, we can't risk taking you through again for a while. Not until we figure out what's happening. Why, is there something you needed?"

Elsa shrugged. "I just wanted to get some stuff from my apartment, that's all. It's okay, though. I understand why you can't take me, you're just doing your job."

"Next time I go," he promised, taking both her hands between his. "I'll get your stuff from your apartment, okay?"

Her fingers tingled at his touch as he skimmed his thumb gently over her knuckles. "That means a lot to me, Jack. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Jack grinned as he dropped her hand. "I've gotta get going, but I'll be back in a little while. You going to be alright while I'm gone?"

Elsa nodded, taking a step away and letting go of his hand. It almost hurt, like breaking a physical bond between them. She didn't want him to go, she wanted to spend every second she could with him.

"I'll be fine," she said, pasting on a smile. "I have that library to go through, remember?"

Jack grinned, giving her a little wave as she walked away.

"Hey, Elsa."

She turned just in time to receive a face full of snow from Jack who laughed as though her face was the funniest thing he had ever seen before whisking away, leaving her alone in the room.

"I'll get you for that, Jack," she giggled, addressing the air where he had just been. "Just you wait."