A Jelsa Story(Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

When Jack woke up, Elsa was nowhere in sight. Great, he thought, more chasing. That girl was nothing but trouble. Beautiful, unfiltered trouble. But today, Jack had a plan. The time for running was done. Jack had an inkling suspicion that running had gotten her in this position. She was a force of nature and Jack realized he couldn't manipulate or control her, but he had to do something. But whatever her did, he couldn't get close to her. After this storm was resolved, he'd be gone again and it'd be better if he didn't leave her with a reason to miss him. A clean break is always easier to heal. He wondered to himself if she was off making amends with Anna. He hoped so. He hated to see the two sisters fight this way when he could very clearly see how much they loved each other. If Jack had his way, it would all be resolved by the end of the night.

Elsa held Anna while she sobbed intently. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" Anna repeated over and over again. And every time she did, Elsa would whisper that it was okay, and that she was sorry too. Elsa put more value on Anna's happiness than she'd every put on her own, which was apparent through her every decision. Anna was always more emotional and fragile than Elsa, but that was mostly because she'd never had a reason to be strong, unless you count the death of their parents. Elsa had never had to witness Anna's grieving on account of the door that had always been between them, but Anna came every day for the next month, always pleading with Elsa to come out of her room. In the midst of this scene, Jack slipped into the window. "Anna?" Elsa whispered.

"Yeah?" Anna pulled back and looked Elsa in her eyes.

"I need to tell you something." Jack's head shot up as she said this and he raised a brow at her.

"Anything." Anna said.

"Do you remember when we were very little girls and mom would always talk about a man named Jack Frost?" Elsa asked. Jack looked concerned and was making a sawing motion at his neck, trying to signal to her cut it out.

"Of course." Anna smiled brightly. "Why do you ask?"

"Elsa you probably don't wanna do this..." Jack warned.

"What if I told you he was real?" Jack slapped his hand against his forehead when Elsa said this.

"Why would you tell me that?" She looked confused but very curious.

"He's sort of..." Jack winced."Right behind you."

Anna gasped and turned slowly to look at the general area where he was standing. She was still smiling excitedly. "I don't see him!"

At this, Jack moved forward until he was inches from her face. He stuck out his tongue and poked out his cheeks.

"Anna, you have to believe in him. Believe whole-heartedly in him."

"Okay, okay. I'll try." Anna slowly closed her eyes and silently counted to three. When she reopened her eyes, she yelped in surprise and fell back out of her chair. Jack moved to sit on his knees in the chair, looking down at her as she squealed in delight. She quickly jumped up and threw her arms around him. "You're real! You're real! You're real and you're very cute-"

"Wait what was that last thing?" Jack interrupted.

"It doesn't matter because you're real!"

Jack looked over Anna's shoulder at Elsa and she just shrugged. "Anna, Jack and I have to go."

Anna looked surprised and disappointed. "So soon? Can I at least come with you guys? I can already tell that you guys are gonna go do something really cool. Hehe, no pun intended."

Both Jack and Elsa narrowed their eyes at this. "I'm very sorry, but this is going to be dangerous Anna."

"I don't know Elsa, maybe we she should let her watch." Elsa went to protest, but Jack stopped her. "Elsa, she will keep her distance and stay out of the way. Isn't that right, Anna?" Anna nodded eagerly. "See? And besides, she'll motivate you to be more careful."

At this point, Elsa realized she didn't have a leg to stand on, so she just sighed. "Fine." she muttered.

"So what are we gonna do?" Anna said as she stood up, practically bouncing up and down.

"Elsa and I are gonna stop the storm." Jack said as he shot her a smirk.