Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Jack-Chapter 19

The threat from the giants weighed heavily on Jack's heart. More than anything, he didn't want to have a repeat of what had happened twenty-two years ago. He didn't know what he'd do if he couldn't protect the people of Ledas.

Jack's thoughts were interrupted as Elsa appeared at the top of the staircase with another book in her hands. He grinned as he watched her descend the staircase, looking as beautiful and regal as ever. Despite her previous heartache and fear, she held herself tall and proud, just like the ice master she was always meant to be.

"Hey, pretty lady," Jack said as he pulled Elsa into him for a long, sweet, savory kiss that crystallized every cell in his body. If only she knew how much she set him ablaze in this frozen land. Every time they touched, every time they kissed, every moment she spent with him breathed life into him. Jack cared for her so much that he never ever wanted to let her go. He'd stay by her side until she ordered him to leave.

Elsa giggled when they finally broke apart, her cheeks delightfully rosy. "Hello to you too, Old Man Winter. You act like you haven't seen me in years!"

"What's a few years to a Season?" he asked in a whisper, nuzzling his nose against hers. "I want to kiss you every time like it's our last just so you can know how much you mean to me."

She bit her lip as she gazed up at him, her majestic blue eyes sparking another fire in his heart. "I take it that it's a lot?"

"Definitely a lot."

Another laugh escaped Elsa as she followed him into the kitchen where he had a whole bunch of books open on the counter, doing his best to research what could possibly be done to avoid an attack from Vatra. So far he didn't have much luck.

Jack flipped through the pages of one of the books but was suddenly brought out of focus as Elsa sifted through a box that he had left on one of the shelves.

"What are all these?" Elsa asked curiously, causing Jack to smile and drop what he had been doing to stand beside her.

"Things from my old life. My family had been by no means rich, so I didn't have many things." He pulled out a small wooden carving of a bird and held it up underneath the light. "This was a trinket that my little sister, Emma, had given me about a year before I disappeared. And this here..." Jack pulled out a soft scarf and smiled as he held it against his cheek. "This is a scarf my mom made me when I was a teenager. I'm surprised it's lasted three hundred years."

Elsa smiled softly before she pulled out a small piece of paper. "And what's this? I can't read it."

Jack took the worn down card from her hands and turned it around in her fingers. "Sure you can if you focus hard enough. My parents didn't have a lot of education, so they never spelt anything correctly. We lived in Rupert's land back before it was colonized even further and turned into today's Canada. This is actually a recipe for my mom's famous chocolate tarts. They were my favorite and each year for my birthday, my mom would make them for me. I've never since had anything similar that tasted as amazing."

He handed it back to her, grinning as he watched her squint to try and make out the words. It was adorable.

"Now that you mentioned it, I can definitely make out words from this," Elsa giggled. "Your family sounds like they were wonderful."

"Yeah..." Jack sighed. The memories that he did have of them made him feel so happy.

Jack wrapped his arm around Elsa's waist and pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers. "You know what's wonderful?"

"What?" Elsa breathed, her eyes wide.

"You," Jack replied as he kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose and then finally her lips. "You are the most wonderful person I've ever met."