Jelsa -ice alliance ?

The upper hand

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual innuendo-throughout this entire scene. This... will be a regular thing. (I know, I know; just like in the first few chapters. But now that we've gotten started, I'm going to start actually posting warnings.) ;)

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4: THE UPPER HAND

The Snow Queen.

This was the Snow Queen of Arendelle. The powerful young monarch, the woman behind the reforms, was now standing regally before him on the other side of the bars in the form of a stunningly beautiful maiden, her cerulean blue eyes expectant, the snowy folds of her icy, elegant dress falling over her—um.

Well, those—eh, heh—her—those hips, and—

Stuff.

"I said, do you understand?" the young woman gritted.

He jolted back into focus. Jail cell. Captured. Interrogation.

Right.

"Fine," he said coldly.

She nodded curtly, whirling away from him and quickly pacing across the room towards the art gallery. As she disappeared behind the doorframe, Jack moved his foot to the side, carefully pulling his staff towards himself across the ice-covered carpet. Easing his toes underneath it, he then kicked it into the air, catching it with his hand. How had he been dumb enough to get himself into this one? Despite the fact that this girl could see him (yeah, like he was walking away from THAT without any further investigation), Jack did not like being locked up, tied down, or forcibly held in any way. And he did not intend to cooperate.

Time to have some fun with this.

Suddenly, the young woman reappeared and was walking towards him again, holding an ink well with a quill and a long piece of parchment. Jack watched as she put the items down on her nightstand, turning and pacing across the room towards a chair.

"Now, young man," she said coldly, reaching for it and beginning to pull it back towards the jail cell, "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours. But you should know that I recommend the former, rather than the latter."

Jack scoffed. "And what if I don't feel like telling you anything?" he retorted.

She ignored the comment, pushing the chair up to the cell and calmly stepping back, swirling her hand through the air.

Whoosh.

Jack's eyes bulged as a delicate, spindly end table made of ice spiraled into existence beneath her fingers. He quickly gulped down his shock, trying to maintain his feigned annoyance as he watched the young woman gracefully sweep past the chair and ice table towards her nightstand again, the snowflakes on her skirt glittering in the moonlight.

Snowflakes.

Oooooooh, geez...

And she was back in front of him again, daintily placing the ink well with the quill on the icy end table. Her eyebrows lifting slightly, she sat down, drawing her hand beneath the parchment as a frosty tablet on which to write materialized in her lap.

"You have been warned," the young woman said coldly, shifting in the seat and reaching to the quill. She placed it on the parchment, looking back up into his eyes. "First things first, young man. What's your name?"

"Jack Frost."

She jolted, sucking in her breath with shock. After a few moments, looking back to him, her face fell, and she exhaled in frustration.

"A code name. Of course," the young queen sighed. "How perfect. For my assassination. I meant your real name."

"But that is my real name!"