Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic

Waking up-Jack POV

Jack

I see Elsa's deep, blue eyes look around. I try to keep her conscious.

"Elsa?" I ask.

She looks up at me. I light up a little. "Elsa, don't stop looking at me. Look into my eyes. My blue, sexy eyes." Did I really say that? Could guardians be that vain? "Yes. Look into my sexy eyes!" "And I don't think that they can be," I mutter. I see her start to relax her head a little and her already heavy eyes get heavier. "Nonononono, Elsa. You need to keep looking at me. Please, Elsa please." She looses consciousness again. Shit.

We reach the castle and I see Anna talking to the snowman. Olaf, I think. She sees us and runs over to the guards and looks at me. She rushes over to me.

"What happened?" She asks. I explain about the dress and the seamstress. Through it, she worries more and more. "Oh, God. ELSA!!!"

We catchup with Elsa and the guards carrying her. We run up the palace steps to her room. There, they set her down on her bed and leave. I thank them on the way out of the room. Anna stays in the room for a while. I stay too, but she never woke up.

Elsa: okay. Do we have the plan straight?

Olaf: I'm distracting. That's all I know!

Hans: why can't I come? Just because both of my legs are broken doesn't mean that I have to stay and be bored

Anna: shut up, Hans. At least you have Sven to keep you company.

Kristof: Hans, one hand on him and the rest of you will be broken. *Hans gives a look of fear*

Sandman: *motions "what plan? I want in!"*

Jack: okay, so Elsa's gonna give us a haze from the tropical waters and in that time, Kristof is grabbing The King and we'll leave. If the fog leaves before we're done, Olaf's gonna distract the pirates. Sandy, if you want you can use sand, but make it not sting us. Please? *sandman nods*

Kristof: Hans?

Hans: yup?

Kristof: ONE. finger.

Elsa: okay. Before we go, comment and vote for the section and check out some books by jirraathalia and SwangleBear. For the rest of you on the count of three...