Chapter:9 A Threat

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"Where do I sleep?"

"Um well I actually don't have another bed..." Did she expect me to sleep on the floor?

Probably.

"Duh just clone it!"

"oh yeah!" She zaps the bed and zaps next to it.

I jump onto the newly cloned bed and stare up at the ceiling.

I. Am. Sleeping. In. The. Same. Room. As. Elsa.

What am I supposed to do if she has that nightmare again? I can't necessarily go and crawl next to her to comfort her. I mean I can but I would never do that, Too much disrespect. Or we could always just sit on the floor and fall asleep so when she falls asleep she'll be next to be. Then it wouldn't be considered weird right? Right? Yeah I'm going to go with right.

"Hey Elsa?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we sleep on the floor?" I say as I bite my lip. She looks at me for a second, confused, but then nods as if she understands.

"Oh so that if I have a nightmare you can comfort me without it being awkward? In that case sure I didn't think of that."

"Lets go to the balcony. " she suggests. I follow Elsa to the balcony with some blankets and we sit outside.

"Hey Jack? I still don't know much about you." She whispers.

"Well what do you want to know?" I question.

"Your family, friends, childhood, stuff like that. Start from the beginning."

Why would she want to know about my life? It's depressing and boring.

"Okay, I'll start from the beginning." I sigh. Elsa curls up in her blanket and looks at me anxiously.

"Well my life is going to sound very far fetched. I guess you could say I had a different life once. I had a sister, I had a mom and a dad, and that's as normal as this story gets. One day I took my sister ice skating on our lake. The ice started cracking and I was able to get her to move away just in time, but I fell in instead." I explain awkwardly.

"I was supposed to be dead. But then the moon chose me to be a guardian. So now my family is really the sandman, Santa, Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny." I chuckle.

"You probably don't believe me do you?" I ask sadly.

Elsa looks at me surprised.

"Why wouldn't I believe you. I grew up listening to those stories about the guardians and the moon. They never mentioned a Jack Frost though."

"Well that's because I'm kind of new to this." I nod.

"Next part of my story is... well lets just skip the mental break down part. That's a whole movie in itself. Long story short, people didn't believe in me, which caused the villain Pitch to take advantage of this. Soon more people started believing in me and Jamie was one of the first. He's my friend, but really we call each other brothers. Oh and as pathetic as this sounds...my only friend is you." I start to ramble nervously.

Elsa blushes. Her face turns bright red as she says

"you're my only friend too."

I try not to blush at her statement, but I feel my cheeks turn red anyways, causing me to turn away.

"What about you miss Snow Queen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me about your life."

"Well okay." She smiles.

"Well ever since I was little, I had my powers. I was born into them and Anna knew about my powers back then. We made Olaf and flew and all of that with my powers. You actually remind me of Anna, my sister. Then one day me and Anna were playing and I couldn't keep up with her. I ended up freezing her brain or something. We got help, but all the memories of my powers were gone."

"My parents wanted to keep it that way too. They shut the doors of the castle and hid me from everyone. I'm a threat..."

"Elsa, you are not a threat! I get that your parents wanted to protect you but it seems like they were protecting everyone else from you. So no wonder you feel like a threat. Your powers are apart of you, don't let anyone take that away from you!" I almost yell. Her life is even more upsetting then mine.

Elsa is surprised by my outburst but then she thinks my words through. "Your right." she says quietly. "So I guess that means you bring out the best of me." she laughs.

I guess I do. But what she doesn't know, is that she does the same for me too.

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