Scorned Beauty-Jelsa Fanfic

Chapter 8 - Jack

She's got a point.

The sweet words that I once listened to gladly, are now cold and sharp. As much as I hate hearing her tell me that I'm stupid and that I would never understand, she has a point. I won't know. I stare at Elsa, her face buried in her hands and I know that I need to give her some space, even though the only thing I want to do is give her a hug, hold her. I'm starving for her.

Before I second guess myself or before she looks up to maybe launch another volley of words that I wouldn't want to hear, I get up and fly quietly out the window. I fly and fly, reaching a place well past the town and far away from any prying eyes. I sit cross legged on the cool grass of a forest on the very verge of a short cliff, and lean against my staff, contemplating silently as I stare blankly at the view over a small valley.

As a winter spirit, all I have ever known is fun. Yes, Elsa has that point that I won't understand her predicament, and that I won't fully know how to handle the situation, but that doesn't mean I don't care about what happens to her, or Arendelle. I'm surely not stupid about it either, but one thing is sure Jack: she is extremely stressed out about everything right now, that's why she said those things.

I close my eyes and lay down, resting my staff across my chest. I continue my internal thinking as I feel the grass brush against my skin.

Alright Jack. I will give her some space and some time. I know it's not something I really want to do, but it's important to do.

There's another reason why this is difficult.

I-I think, I, like her.

The hairs on my neck stand up and I get goosebumps at the thought of Elsa. Her warmth, her magic, her true and genuine enchantment to anything, and everything, brings a slow smile to my lips.

"It's kinda creepy when you smile in your sleep, mister."

I bolt upright as a, "What the hell," leaves my mouth. As soon as I'm up, I'm met with a rather peculiarly cute sight. A little girl, no more than seven, was sitting cross legged in front of me, clutching a little teddy bear.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. I just went out to play and you were here, and Caspian wanted to say hi." She pet her teddy bear extremely carefully, almost motherly, and I soon realized that he was Caspian.

"Well, hello there, m'lady," I say as I bow my head and place my hand over my heart. She giggles as she curtsies back to me. I return to my spot in the grass, and the little girl scoots over, sitting next to me. I look down and over the small cliff as the thought of Elsa returns to me.

"Caspian thinks you have a problem. You're thinking a lot and smiling a lot too," the little girl explains, "we wanted to come and see if we could help."

This truly intrigues me. How could she, or "Caspian" know my situation, and how could the even possibly help me. Oh well, she's seven, I need to rant to someone anyways.

"Well. I met this girl a few weeks ago, and I found out that her and I have the same powers. We can control winter." As I say this I swirl a little snowball and look up at the little girl who is pointing in awe and whispering to little Caspian, "Look Caspian! It's so pretty!" I chuckle at her reaction and disintegrate the snowball, continuing our previous conversation.

"So I found out and we got pretty close, we even practiced our powers together once. But I'm the Guardian of Winter so I had to go down South to bring Winter, and her allies are about to go to war. She's really busy, as am I, but worse yet, she's stressed and distraught and almost, angry at me! She even called me stupid, and said I would ne-"