Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic

Arendelle a Whole Buttload of Fear

Jack

Today, we play blackjack again. Most of the time, I stare up at the globe, waiting for something to happen. Then, the room floods with red light.

"Well, Jack," Toothy says. "You wanted something to happen. Well, now it is.

Within minutes, we are ready to go. I go to the garage where the sled is being fired up. Shoot. The sled is being fired up. I turn towards Santa.

"Uh, Santa?" I start. He turns towards me. "Can we teleport to wherever we're going. Because I'd really prefer to--" I am interrupted by the non-stereotypical booming laughter of Santa. "What?"

Bunny speaks up. "Preferably, we'd like to see you suffer, Rookie." As he says this a yeti comes over and plops me at the back of the sled. "So, Frost. How do you feel about this whole sled thing?" I turn around to find Bunny holding up a videocamera. I ignore his question. "Come on, Mate, do it for the Vine."

I turn around and raise an eyebrow. "The what?"

"The Vine. It's social media."

"No... No... I'm not doing this."

"You said it wrong."

"Are you ladies done, or are you still fighting over the makeup?" Toothy sasses.

"I'm good," I say blushing.

"Good," Santa says. "Because here we GOOOOOO!!!!!"

"SANTA YOU FREAKING BASTARD!!!! I WASNT READY!!!!" I scream, I fear like it's a little girl scream, but not more than I fear this sled. "OH MY GOD!!!! SHIT!!!!! YOU ARE GOING REALLY FAST!!!!" I look over at a crying Easter Bunny. "GODDAMMIT BUNNY YOU KANGAROO'S ASS PUT THE VIDEO CAMERA DOWN OR I'LL THROW IT OFF OF THIS GODDAMN SLED!!!!!"

"Jack, think of the children," Sandy motions. "You sound like a jet a few feet off of the ground." Everybody bursts into laughter as I shout more curses at the sled.

As they laugh the rest of the way, we arrive in a place called Arendelle. My legs I wobble across the cobblestone pavement to the bridge across a moat to the castle. I use my staff for balance as I stumble across it. I trip through the open gate. Regaining my balance, I run towards the back courtyard. I see a girl, probably a princess, looking through the window. Her face is smothered in chocolate crumbs and she screams at the sight of me. Then, I point towards the monsters. Her freaked out face turns sour as she looks at it. She wipes the crumbs off of her face

"IT'S STILL NOT NICE TO THROW PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screeches at the top of her lungs. She must have seen these before.

I reach the courtyard and there is no one or no thing. So, I admire the courtyard in the meantime. There are no flaws in anything. It isn't like a garden, but it is filled with life. There are four fountains. Two in each row. One of them is frozen. Then, I look at another girl fighting up front. She looks familiar to me, but I don't know how.

After I finish my admiration, there is a rustle in the bushes. I grab my staff, assuming it's a monster. But then, I see a little cloud. Then, I hear:

"... I really should stop sniffing the flowers," it is an actual, living, walking, snowman. "Whenever I smell them, I sneeze and Sven, or maybe it's Kristof, attempts to eat my nose. They need to add different colored flowers in here. It's too blue. We could add white. No, it would get stained by the leaves on the bushes. Maybe yellow? No, yellow's an awful color. Remember, never eat yellow snow..."

He continues to talk to himself. Then, he sees me.

"Oh. Hello."

"Uh... Hi," I am just trying to be polite.

"Hi. I'm Olaf. And I like warm hugs. Who might you be?"

"Hi. I'm Jack Frost. And I like..." What do I like? "I like... the cold?"

"Oh. Ok. See ya, Jack!!!!"

Then, a monster come. Feeling brave, I shoot ice at it. Man, now he is pissed. Spikes of ice grow on his back and wrists. He roars at me. I run. He knocks down some of the work in the courtyard. I am now cornered I shoot ice shards at him, trying to phase him. He picks me up and throws me into a wall. I stay there. I am weak and helpless.

Before I black out, I see the girl fighting the monster. It shatters right before my eyes After he died, the girl runs towards me. Can she see me or is she upset about the flowers? She may not see me, but I can see her. I look into her deep blue eyes as the tip of her braid tickles my chest. My vision darkens as I remember her beauty. She may be. No. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.