A Dying Wish

Chapter Two: The Truth

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous

|Elizabeth Gilbert|

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Patience was one of Elsa's good qualities. Bring up her sister forced her to gain tolerance for other people. For example, Hans tying the package together the suitcases, Elsa remained silent. She was good that way. Elsa knew full well that Has would snap at her if she tried to help. That's virility for you.

Wedding bells were heard. Both Elsa and Hans looked for the source. Wedding bells at an airport?

Looking through her bag, Elsa noticed her phone going off. Elsa sighed with annoyance as she realised. Meg, being the kind friend she was, changed her ringtone. Rolling her eyes at her best friend and ignoring Hans' questions Elsa answers the phone.

"Hey, Rapunzel," Elsa said as she turned away from her boyfriend for a moment so she could hear her cousin.

"Hi, what time you getting in?" Rapunzel asked down the phone. Elsa had to contain her sigh of annoyance.

"Are you serious?" Elsa exclaimed as she had answered that question various times.

"Hey don't get mad at me, I was under strict orders from bridezilla to triple check," Rapunzel confessed in an innocent tone.

Sighing at her sister's annoyance, Elsa answered "midnight. For the last time, we get in at midnight."

Elsa glanced over to Hans who had hold of a knife. Eyes wide open, Elsa exclaimed, "Hans you can't bring a knife."

"Wait, your mystery man whats to bring a knife to the airport? Call 911, he's a terrorist," Rapunzel stated nervously as she listened to Elsa. Cringing, Elsa knew that her cousin would be judging Hans from that one thing. Not the best information to hear.

"Yeah, he's terrifying," Elsa stated sarcastically as she rolled her eyes at her cousin's joke.

"Have you seen Jack yet," Rapunzel asked.

"No, he's probably flirting with some girl. Try his cell. I'll see you in Norway," Elsa answered bluntly before ending the call on her cousin. Slight guilt got to Elsa bet it left soon enough.

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Drinking his troubles away, Jack was at the bar.  It had been a long day. Too long.

Sighing as Jack heard his phone go off, Jack picked his phone up. "Yeah?"

It was clear that Jack wasn't in a good mood, his tone gave him away. To Kristoff, it was a warning sign. It was never a good sign when Jack was in a bad mood.

"Wow, its nearly my wedding day and you sound like a depressed schoolboy," Kristoff mused down the phone.

Jack managed to smile at his friend's joke, " yeah, sorry man, its just been a rough day. Yeah, I'll tell you about it when I get there."

"Great," Kristoff said sarcastically, which made Jack roll his eyes, "have you seen Elsa yet? We're dying to see her mystery man."

Jack had no interest in Elsa's relationships, as harsh as that sounds. Jack knew whoever she was dating wasn't good enough. Elsa always deserved more than what she got, but she always ended up with the scrag ends. Jack had given up being the protective best friends many years ago.

"No, no sign of Elsa," Jack stated with a dull tone. Looking around to see a spot of platinum hair, he saw something else that intrigued him, "but something else did just pop up on the radar."