One month ago, Elsa Frost finalised her divorce from Jack Frost. She decided to return to her hometown, the place where she initially met her ex-husband, and settle into her grandfather's old house. Originally owned by her parents, it now belongs to...
I was stunned by what I saw - a photo of my parents. It had to be their wedding picture, the one Dad mentioned in his letter to Mum. Studying the photo, I could sense the love between them, evident in their eyes. Mum looked radiant in her dress. I wished I had been around before their wedding. I pondered if Mum and Dad would ever reconcile.
Suddenly, Mum called for me. Hastily, I stashed the photo in my suitcase and descended the stairs to find Mum, Jackson, Anna, and Kristoff bringing in more boxes.
I approached Mum to inquire about Dad's arrival. She replied, "I don't know, Winter. He didn't specify a time, but he did mention he's coming. Could you please help Jackson with his room? You're his sister, and his favorite person in the whole world." I chuckled and remarked, "Well, I'm his only sister. But if there's something you're not telling Jamie and me, are we getting a new brother or sister?" Mum burst into laughter and assured, "No, I'm not pregnant. Now, can you please help, Winter?" With a sigh, I nodded and headed over to Jamie, who was struggling with a box. I rushed to his aid, quickly grabbing the box before it fell to the ground.
"Here, Jamie, let me help you," I offered, taking the box from him. "I'll go unpack the boxes in your new room." Jamie nodded enthusiastically, jumping around in excitement. Together, we walked upstairs to his new room, which was across from Mum's bedroom.
As we entered his new room and began unpacking, I heard Jamie start to cry. His sobs were soft, but I could still hear them. I turned to see him sitting in the corner, hugging a photograph - likely our last family photo.
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(Imagine Winter is taller than Jamie in this scenario.)
Jamie and Dad shared a close bond, with Jamie often expressing admiration for Dad, wishing to emulate him. He used to proudly proclaim to our parents, when they were still together, that they were the best mum and dad in the world. Sitting beside him, I wrapped my arms around Jamie, feeling his tears on my shoulder. He whispered, "Doesn't Daddy love Mommy anymore? Or me as his son?" Tenderly, I kissed Jamie's forehead and comforted him, "No, Jamie, Daddy could never stop loving you. I know he cares for you deeply. And I'm sure Mommy still loves Daddy too, she just needs time to realize it. Hey, guess what?" Jamie looked up expectantly, asking, "What?"
"I heard Dad's coming to the new house to see you, me, and Mommy," I shared. Jamie's eyes lit up with excitement as he asked, "Really?" I nodded, and Jamie laughed joyfully, squeezing me even tighter. I suggested, "How about we hang the photograph on the wall so you can see it every day? Then we'll finish unpacking your boxes and go help Mom."
Jamie released his grip on me and eagerly returned to unpacking. Meanwhile, I hung the photograph on the wall, ensuring it was visible from his bed. I heard Jamie cheerfully exclaim, "DONE! YAY! Now let's go find Mommy!" I chuckled at his enthusiasm as he grabbed my hand, urging, "Come on, Winter, hurry up already!" Hand in hand, I walked with my little brother.
Elsa's Perspective:
I wave goodbye to my sister and her husband as they leave from the front. When I turn around, my gaze falls upon the old shearing shed, standing steadfast after two decades. Memories rush back of the wonderful times Jack and I had here when we were only eighteen.
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He would assist my father on shearing days, stealing glances at me as I worked. One night, as my dad was preparing to shear the last sheep, Jack intervened, saying, "Go rest, Mr. Arendelle. I'm sure I can handle the last one for you." Dad hesitated, asking, "Are you sure, Jack?" Jack nodded, and Dad left the shearing shed, leaving Jack and me alone.
Jack removed his shirt, revealing his toned physique, causing me to blush. I continued separating the wool and the debris into different piles while Jack worked on the last sheep. When he was halfway through, he looked at me and asked, "Want to have a go at shearing the last sheep?" I replied, "No, I'm fine, but I don't know how to shear yet." Jack stopped the machine, still holding onto the sheep, and said, "Come on, I'll teach you, Snowflake."
Reluctantly, I rose from my seat and made my way over to Jack. He passed me the shearing tool and switched it on, all the while maintaining his grasp on my hand. With one hand still securing the sheep, he gently guided me through the process of shearing. After we finished, he directed me to push the sheep down the chute while he arranged the wool on the table. As I did, the sheep suddenly shoved me aside and made a break for the door. I let out a scream, anticipating a collision, but it never happened.
Feeling a strong arm encircle my waist, I opened my eyes to find Jack, shirtless, holding me close. We locked eyes, and without hesitation, began leaning closer until our lips met. Wrapping our arms around each other, the kiss grew more intense, filled with passion and desire.
(Yes, they did.)
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Jack declared, "I love you, Elsa Arendelle, and always will." I met his gaze and responded, "I love you too, Jack Frost. We should probably put our clothes back on. What are we going to do about the wool now?"
Jack leaned in close, resting his head on my shoulder as he whispered, "You're welcome, Snowflake. We should do this more often, Mrs. Frost. How about a date with me?" Blushing, I turned and gave him a kiss. "Hmm, I'll have to think about that," I replied with a playful tone.
He chuckled softly, planting a kiss on my ear before giving me one final kiss and playfully tapping my backside as he walked away. Surprised, I gasped, but couldn't help but smile at him.
After getting dressed, realizing I was missing my underwear thanks to Jack's antics, I walked him to his car. He hopped in, rolled down the window, and started the engine. Leaning down, I kissed him goodbye. "See you on Friday at 7 pm," I said.
Jack smirked and replied, "See you then, Snowflake." With a final kiss, he drove off into the night, leaving me to head to bed.
(Flashback over)
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So, that's what Jack meant about the old shearing shed.
