Lost and Found

Chapter 15: Home

"Elsa, come on! You don't have to pick out the fanciest thing in your closet. Just grab something, put it on, and let's go!" I call.

"No!" shouts Elsa as clothes start flying out of her closet faster. "No, I have to find the fight outfit!"

"Come on, you'll look good in anything you wear." Jack calls.

The flying clothes stops for a few seconds before they resume their flight. "You're sweet, but I have to find the perfect outfit."

She comes out in her corset, her breasts almost spilling over the edges. I immediately cover my eyes. "Elsa!" I shout.

I hear her run a hand through her long messed up hair. "How in the name of the sun and moon, am I supposed to go if I can't even find something to wear? I have to wear the perfect outfit or else they probably won't like me." she sniffles.

I feel Jack get off the bed and he hugs her. "Elsa, they're your parents. They love you."

I hear her grumble something before the resume of clothes throwing. I feel Jack sit back down and I uncover my eyes.

I look at him. "You okay?"

He snaps out of his worried and confused look. "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. It's just... I thought... Never mind."

I shrug after awhile of deciphering if he's telling the truth before turning around towards the closet again.

"Aha!" exclaims Elsa and both Jack and I's ears perk up.

"What? Did you finally fine something to wear?" I ask, my voice hopeful. The clothes stop flying and a blue light fills the room.

Silence.

I sit up. "Elsa?"

"I don't know... Maybe?" she sounds so uncertain and tearful that Jack and I both lurch up from the bed, scrambling to see what she has on.

We both stop in our tracks when we catch sight of her.

She bites her lip when she sees us gawking and tears spring to her eyes. "Oh no. I knew it. It looks horrible!"

Jack rushed to her. "No! No! You look so beautiful my mind can hardly process how gorgeous you are." he kisses her forehead and turns her around to look in the body length mirror. He holds her to his chest and she brings her arms up to rest on his.

He kisses her neck once, so lovingly my jaw drops farther.

"See? You're beautiful, my Snowflake." he grazes his finger across her cheek and she smiles.

"Really? And you're sure it doesn't look bad?" she eyes herself warily.

I come to stand beside her. I graze her cheek with my hand. "Positive. You look absolutely stunning."

She beams.

She's wearing a skin tight grey cotton shirt and a black Corset over it. Her pants are black and ripped with a frilly brown layered skirt over them. Her hair is in a beautifully big giant side braid. Some of the hair has been left out of it so it frames her face delicately. She puts on a pair of brown furred ankle boots.

She stares at herself in the mirror. "I look like a Viking."

I laugh. "You do. A very confusing Viking if I may say so."

She looks at and tilts her head to where it learns against Jack's chest. "How so?"

"You look deadly but at the same time almost as if you couldn't hurt a fly." I chuckle and she grins.