Jelsa -ice alliance ?

One for one

5: ONE-FOR-ONE

The Ice Powers Girl whirled away from him, walking back to the chair, and a rush of excitement swept through Jack's body. Restraining from a grin, he took a few steps back, eying the snowflakes on her dress as she picked up the parchment and tablet, reaching for the quill. A one-for-one trade. In other words, a chance to talk to her.

Now, that he could work with.

"First things first," the girl sighed, dipping the quill in the ink well and placing its tip on the parchment. "How on earth did you get in here?"

"Well," Jack admitted, "Let's just say that—busting into places hasn't ever really been hard for me."

"What do you mean, bust in? Are you—"

"—My turn!"

She paused. After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh—I'm so sorry," he corrected, "I mean: My turn. As in, it's my turn. M'lady."

Rolling his hand through the air, he swept into a deep, dramatic bow, his hair falling forward into his face.

She blushed. Quickly hiding it, the young woman drew herself up, clasping her hands together in her lap. Righting himself, Jack leaned up against the bars again.

"My question is the same as before, because you didn't answer it," Jack started. "I want to know how long it's been since you've had any fun."

A look of confusion swept over her face. After a few moments, she scoffed, drawing herself up.

"For your information," she said coldly, "I am the Queen. I don't have time for fun."

"WHAT?!" he jolted, "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOU—"

"—You asked a question. I gave you an answer," she snapped, "Now, do you intend to hold up your end of the deal, or not?"

Abruptly snapping his mouth shut, Jack pressed his lips together in frustration. Ice Powers Girl had a point.

Grumble grumble grumble...

She sat back in the chair, crossing her right leg over her left and studying him through the bars. As she looked up and down his gangly frame, looking for suspicious characteristics, Jack heard the young queen muttering softly under her breath.

"The kind of devices or magic required for invisibility..." she mused, "And my guards couldn't... you got in, but...!"

Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, the girl suddenly looked back up into his face, pushing herself out of the chair and walking up to the cell.

"That shirt—thing—you're wearing," she quavered intensely. "Take it off. Now."

Jack let out a sharp bark of laughter, grinning in shock.

"Well, that escalated quickly," he chuckled, "Are you always this eag—"

"—I'm. Checking you. For weapons," she enunciated. "OFF."

Raising his eyebrows, Jack scoffed, taking a few steps back. After a few moments, studying the young queen's icy glare, his stomach twisted.

Aw, man.

She was scared again.

Biting his lip, the Spirit of Winter turned and walked to the back of the cell, leaning his staff up against the wall. Looking back to the young woman on the other side of the bars, he sheepishly reached for his hoodie.

Shirt... off. Taking my shirt off. Yes, ma'am, he thought. Yesssss, MA'AM...

Crumpling it into a ball, the web of ice fading as he held his arms out from his body, the now-shirtless Jack Frost slowly let out his breath, turning all the way around in the cell while she studied him.