Jelsa -ice alliance ?

SOMEPLACE FUN

9: SOMEPLACE FUN

She didn't ever actually feel him touch down on the ground.

The flight was short, high, cold, and completely terrifying in a distinctly nauseating sort of way. Having left her stomach back somewhere on the balcony, from the moment he'd leapt into the air, Elsa had buried her head in his chest, clutching onto the ice-covered fabric of the young man's shirt with terror. Usually, she would have protested, done something to protect herself as she'd been helplessly scooped up into his wiry arms, but she was still in far too much shock to think straight.

How could the Council invite suitors without her approval? Did they find out about the reform? If so, how? She worked so hard to make sure that it was a secret... Her mind raced, heart pounding as her eyes went dry, the tears slowing to a stop as she struggled to analyze the situation. Were signatures forged? Or was this some trick of theirs? They always had another trick... it was unreal. That's what it was. Simply put, it didn't. Make. Sense. By comparison, the fact that a strange young man claiming to be her childhood hero had just kidnapped her from her own sleeping quarters and was now flying her hundreds of feet over Arendelle seemed positively normal.

Not that she was going to open her eyes.

Elsa waited until he gently set her down in the snow to let go of the young man's shirt, shakily releasing the fabric and pulling in her breath. Hesitantly looking up, she found herself sitting on the bank of a small lake, covered over with ice, in the middle of a clearing of trees.

She had never been to this place before...

The young man cleared his throat. She sucked in her breath, snapping her head up.

"And now," he started softly, "That we're away from all of that—at least you should believe me now about my identity. Right?"

His voice trailed off, and he raised his eyebrows, leaning into the staff.

Elsa broke eye contact. After a few moments of silence—

"YOU'RE STILL NOT CONVINCED?!"

"I'm s-sorry," Elsa choked, "It's just that I—"

"—I just PICKED YOU UP, and FLEW YOU OVER YOUR KINGDOM!" he sputtered, "Are you in denial?! I mean, am I missing something? Do you not WANT me to be Jack Frost, or—"

"—IWantYouToBeJackFrost!" Elsa blurted.

The words had tumbled out before she could stop them, and Elsa snapped her mouth shut, sucking in her breath. Staring even more determinately into her lap, she hugged her knees to her chest, feeling blood rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment.

The young man walked towards her, crouching down in front of her in the snow.

"Hey."

Elsa didn't respond, biting her lip. He scooted an inch closer, trying again.

"Ma'am, will you please look at me?"

She swallowed hard, hesitantly looking up, but not quite meeting his eyes. The boy sighed, shaking his head.

"Okay," he started carefully, "You—um—you said you researched Jack Frost. Right?"

She closed her eyes. After a few moments, Elsa nodded.

"I did," she admitted. "Right."

"So, why don't you tell me everything you do know about m—uh, him?"

Elsa let out her breath, scoffing softly and looking up. The white-haired young man was staring at her, raising his eyebrows.

She sighed in defeat.