Ice Cold (A Jelsa Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Elsa stood against her bed breathing heavily. A dark figure was standing on her window sill. Even in the darkness she could see those bright blue eyes. She wanted to say something, to say anything, but she couldn't get a single word out. All those rehearsed conversations she'd been planning alone in her room had faded from sight. All the long lost feelings she'd dismissed came rushing back. She was surprised, to say the least. She didn't think she'd ever see him again. She'd spent so long telling herself that her parents were right, he was just imaginary. It saved her the pain of knowing that he'd left her. But now, here he stood, tall and handsome, with the moon glowing brightly behind him. He laughed and smiled. Oh, that smile. She'd forgotten how lifting, how perfect, it was. It had been so long... A sudden anger built up inside of her. It had been so long. So long since he'd left her with no note, no explanation. Just silence and dead parents.

There were three years of unsaid words stuck on lips, and all she could manage to get out was anger. "Jack Frost!" she yelled, the words finally flowing from her mouth. The sudden outburst startled him and he fell off the window sill and came tumbling into her room. Before he could get back up she was already fuming, her face flushed and her features scrunched. "JACK FROST! Where have you been for the past three years?! You left me! You left me all alone, just like my parents! How could you? You were supposed to help me! Because of you I almost killed my sister. I couldn't control it, Jack. And where were you?" Jack stood there in awe, staring at Elsa's furiously red face. He'd never seen her this angry before. 

The red soon faded. She looked him straight in the eyes. "Why?" she asked in a much quieter tone. "Why did you leave me?" Her head sunk into her hands. Jack stood there for a second, not really sure what to do. If this was still the little Elsa he used to know, he would have known exactly how to react. But a lot could change in three years. This wasn't his little Elsa anymore. She had grown up. She was queen. And he? He was the same old Jack. Hadn't aged a bit, hadn't done anything more with his life after he left her besides create a bunch of snow.

"Elsa..." he hesitated, then stepped closer. His hand reached out towards her chin, his frosty fingers brushing against her smooth pale skin, and picked her head up. Her blue eyes rose to his. My, how she'd grown. She was a young woman now. A beautiful one.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I never meant for any of this to happen." She closed her eyes for a second. She could feel the gentle touch of his fingers lifting her chin. The small feeling of loneliness that had resonated inside of her had diminished.

"So, are you here to stay?"