Cold Love (A Jelsa Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Unexpected Announcement

Chapter 5

A week had passed since the incident with Jack. I got butterflies in my stomach everytime I thought of him and the kind words he had spoken to me. But, I was never picked in Ability Control lessons again.

Even though I wanted to see Jack so badly, I avoided him at all times. In the hallways, I would hide behind my books, behind a wall, look away from him, try everything just not to be seen by him. If he saw me that would mean I had to talk to him. And if I did, I would get too close. I'd end up hurting him.

I was lying on my bed, doing some homework, when I heard gentle knock on the door of my room. It was past waking hours. Beatrice was snoring lightly in a bed on the other side of the room. But I couldn't get fall asleep no matter how hard I tried.

I wondered who could be knocking at our door at this hour. I gradually twisted the door knob. I was surprised to see not a soul stading in front of me. I stepped out into the corridor. My eyes scanned the area. Nobody. I noticed a white piece of paper on the floor, right beside my bare feet. The writing was in blue. I kneeled down to pick up the paper.

My dear princess Elsa,

I think about you all week, all night, all day.

I just want to say,

I miss you. I can't wait to carry you in my arms again.

So how about you meet me tomorrow at 7 pm?

-Jack

I couldn't help grinning like an idiot at Jacks attempt at a romantic letter.

But my grin slowly faded. Should I meet him tomorrow? My heart longed for his soft, warm hands to hold mine again.

Screw it. An hour or so with Jack wouldn't be the end of the world. Would it?

* * *

The next morning, I awoke with a big smile on my face. Beatrice looked at me, obviously confused by my sudden giddiness, judging by the way her eyebrows were pulled together into a frown.

"What happened to the sulky, ill-humoured princess that had been living here all week?" Beatrice teased. I rolled my eyes. It was a saturday morning, so the both of us were lying on our beds

"Ha ha. Very funny." I said, turning my head towards her.

"Then what is it?" Beatrice pressed on, "is there a boy?" she smiled, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"No!" I scoffed, but I felt my cheeks growing hotter and hotter.

"No way!" Beatrice laughed, grabbing the pillow that was resting under her brown curls, and threw it at me, "tell me all about him!"

"But there is no boy!" I protested unconvincingly.

"Oh come on!" Beatrice moaned. That was when she noticed a piece of paper sticking out from under my pillow. "Is that from him?" She asked, nodding her head at it.

My eyes glanced at the paper, but before I had time to hide it again, Beatrice was already grabbing it. It took her less than a second to get to my side of the room, with her long dark legs.

"Give that back to me!" I cried. But she just lifted her hand up into the air so that I couldn't reach it. I folded my arms. "Fine, be that way."

Beatrice read the letter out loud.

"Jack? As in Jack Frost?" She gasped.

"Maybe..." I looked at her sheepishly.

"And he wants to see you today?" Beatrice inquired.

"Yes he wants too see me today. Stop making it such a big deal. I might not go anyway." I responded, looking at the floor.

"No! Don't say that! You have to go!" She said, "does he make you happy?"

I thought about my answer, "yes" I sighed.

"Than there's no way you're going to have second thoughts about this. You're going and that's that." She crossed her arms in determination.

"But... I'm nervous. I've never really talked to much people in my life, especially not boys!" I admitted.

"Don't worry, we can take care of that." A sly smile appeared on Beatrice's face.

* * *

A few hours later, after we had breakfast and Beatrice taught me some lessons on how to talk to boys. Now we were deciding on what dress I should wear.

"I'll wear what I wear everyday." I said.

"Girl, you can't do that!" Beatrice placed her hands on her hips. I raised my eyebrows at my own closet, were only 4 dresses hung on racks. "I have an idea don't worry." She began rummaging through my closet. "This'll do I guess." She said, picking out a dark purple silk dress, with a v neck.

After I had changed, Beatrice guided me to her white wooden vanity.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just close your eyes." She said. After what seemed like hours, Beatrice asked me to open my eyes again. I gasped in shock. A dark purple shade was brushed on my eyelids, along with a delicate peach lipstick on my lips. Beatrice had put some blush on my cheeks giving them a rosy pink glow. My platinum blond hair was twisted at the side, and folded into a bun at the back of my head.

"I look beautiful." I whispered. In one fluid motion my arms were around Beatrice, embracing her in a tight hug, "thank you."

She laughed. "No problem, princess."

There was a light knock on the door.

"I think that's him" Beatrice squealed. I was so focused on the makeup I hadn't realised how much time it had taken for Beatrice to do it. I was surprised to see a small chubby man with a curled moustache and a black tail coat, standing there instead of Jack.

"Princess Elsa of Arendelle?" He asked. His voice was very low.

"Yes?" I gulped.

The man cleared his throat. "I have arrived here to inform you of the passing away of the King and Queen of Arendelle. The reason of death was caused by a shipwreck, last night on the Atlantic ocean. Their funeral shall be held in a week on September 20th. Princess Elsa, you must return to the kingdom of Arendelle and choose a spouse to accompany you in ruling the kingdom when you are coronated. Good day."

After finishing his announcement, the man turned away abruptly, and walked away. I clutched my chest, an aching pain spreading through it. A cry escaped my lips. I felt hot tears spilling down my cheeks. My head hung low and I have to put my hand onto the door frame to steady my shaking body. Beatrice was standing behind me, stunned.

I felt so numb, like there was no reason to do anything anymore. My legs collapsed under my body weight, and I fell to my knees, sobbing.

Why?! Why did his have to happen? I was so distraught but also angry. Angry at them for leaving me in this school, and then just leaving me all together. Beatrice came up behind me and hugged me. She knew I needed it.

And Jack? He never came.