Ice Cold (A Jelsa Fanfic)

Chapter Three

“Of course I’m here to stay.” That smile grew on his face again. “So I saw you out with your sister today on the ice,” he said, changing the subject. “It must be great to have her back again.” Elsa nodded with a smile. “What happened while I was, uh, gone?”

“Well… I sent our village into an eternal winter…” She watched Jacks stunned face with amusement. “I almost killed my sister and then I almost got killed myself.” His eyes grew wider.

“Gosh, Elsa, you’re a mess.” She glared. “Sorry, keep going.”

“Everyone found out about my power. But I did it, Jack. I can control it. The villagers don’t hate me. I’m queen!”

So you didn’t need my help after all,” he smirked, a hint of proudness shining through his voice. “I knew you could do it on your own.”

Elsa’s smile faded. “It sure would have helped if you were here. Where were you, Jack? Why did you leave?” Jack stood there for a second, averting her eyes by tapping things with his stick to make frost grow. She kept her intense gaze on him, waiting for an answer.

“I… The moon talked to me, Elsa. It was the first time he’s talked to me since he told me my name when I first woke. I had to go.”

“What did the moon tell you?”

“That’s between the moon and myself.” Elsa sighed, but she knew that if he didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t. She began to yawn.

“Oh, right, I guess you’re tired, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not tired. I’m fin-” she was interrupted by another yawn. Jack laughed.

“Go to bed Elsa. I’ll be here in the morning. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Do you need a place to sleep?”

"No. I'm immortal, remember? I haven't slept for one hundred years."

“Oh, I almost forgot. Well, good night, Jack Frost.” Elsa laid her head down, her blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow. Despite her excitement, Elsa drifted off into sleep as soon as her eyes closed. Jack watched her chest rise and fall calmly with each breath. It had been a long while since she was able to go to sleep with such calmness.

“Hey, Sandman, give her some good dreams, okay?” Jack called out into the night. He stood perched on his stick for a while, then flew out into the chilly night.