Titanic (Jelsa Version)

Titanic

❄Elsa❄

I step out of the car, looking up at the huge ship in front of. Titanic. The unsinkable ship, so it was called. The docking area was crowded with people, rich and poor, all waiting to get on the Titanic. My fiancé, Hans, steps out of the car and takes a deep breath.

"I don't know what all the fuss is," I say, looking back at Hans. He is currently wearing tux like clothing, his red hair neatly combed, "it's just a ship," he laughs and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"This ship is far more larger than any other ship around," he says, staring at Titanic, "and far more luxurious," I nod as I walk a few steps before turning around to see my mother getting out of the car, her brown hair tied nearly in a bun, similar to mine.

"Oh my gosh, Elsa!" A high pitched voice says suddenly from behind me, startling me. I turn around to see my sister, Anna, smiling widely with excitement, her strawberry blonde hair, also, tied neatly in a bun as well, "this ship is huge!" I smile at her. Soon, we are already walking up the walkway to board the ship.

❄Jack❄

I stare at the deck of cards in my hands, while looking nervously over at my friend, Hiccup, who seems more nervous than I am. I look up at the two guys we are playing with, who I believe are named Sven and Olaf (A/N: no joke, the two guys jack plays poker or whatever the card game is are literally named Olaf and Sven) Everything was on the line, especially since there are two tickets to the Titanic in the pile of money. We each draw one more card and I blink, not believing what I held in my hand. But the other two men might have luck on their side as well. One by one we each lay down our cards, Hiccup going first while I go last. I smile as I lay the cards down and Hiccup jumps up, laughing and cheering loudly. The guy sitting across from me, Olaf I believe, stands up and grabs me by the collar and pulls me towards him. He raises his fist as I close my eyes, preparing myself for the pain. Instead, he punches the Sven dude and I laugh.

"We got tickets to the Titanic!" I yell loudly, waving the tickets in my hand. The bartender interrupts our happiness.

"Titanic leaves in five minutes," he says loudly, pointing to the clock behind him with his thumb. I look at Hiccup, eyes wide as we push the coins into a sack before running full speed to the boarding area. We finally make it in the nick of time and hand the guy the tickets.

"Have you been through the health check?" He asks, looking up from the tickets. We nod.

"Of course," I say, still catching my breath. The guy nods and we jump into the ship. We run down to where our room is, weaving through the crowd of people in the same area before finding our room. I greet the two men we share the room with respect, shaking their hands and saying my name. They don't look excited when we arrive, but I shrug it off as I head towards the top bunk only to find Hiccup there. I glare at him before taking the bottom bunk.

❄Elsa❄

I sit down at the table, next to Hans as we begin to eat. Eleanor, a rich woman from Scotland who loves to travel, speaks after a long period of silence.

"I hear you are the one who came up with the name Titanic?" She asks the man beside her, his name being Geppetto.

"We'll, we needed a name to represent this lovely, huge, luxurious ship, didn't we?" He asks with a slight smile, "why not any other name than Titanic?" I look down at my food and suddenly feel nauseous. I politely excuse myself before standing up and walking out onto the deck. I stare out at the sea, breathing in the air.

❄Jack❄

I sit on deck, sketching a man showing his daughter the sea, while Hiccup and a guy we met on deck while exploring named Kristoff were talking. I finish the sketch and turn around to face my friends, looking around. My eyes land on a girl standing on a higher deck, her platinum blonde hair tied neatly in a bun, almost looking white in the suns glare, she is wearing a teal dress with black sleeves. She looks around and her gaze stops on me before quickly looking away again. Kristoff follows my gaze and smiles before returning to the conversation hiccup and him were having. I look back up at the girl to see her talking to a red haired guy. The guy walks off and the girl follows a few minutes after.

❄Elsa❄

I sit at a table for dinner, listening silently to the conversations the other people sitting at the table. I stare at my silverware, finding myself dozing off. Hans laughs a bit too loudly from beside me and it snaps me out of it. Hans sees me jump slightly and turns to me.

"Stop falling asleep and pay attention," he whispers softly to where only I can hear him, "perhaps you should actually sleep at night instead of reading your stupid books," I stand up and throw the cloth that was on my lap on the table, making the silverware and plate clang together loudly, causing everyone at the table and a few from surrounding tables look at me curiously. I turn around and leave the dinning room. I grab my black cape that falls almost wraps itself around my light green dress as I run out onto the lower deck.

I stop at a bench and look straight ahead at the railing. I stand up straighter and walk slowly towards the railing. I look behind me, making sure no one followed me, before looking over the railing. I slowly climb over the railing. I look back at the deck before turning around to face the ocean behind Titanic. I grip the railing as I lean farther over.

"Don't do it," a voice says from behind me. I turn my head to see a white haired man with icy blue eyes standing there, cigar in his hand, dressed in rags. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Who are you to tell me what to do," I say harshly, sick and tired of people telling me what to do. The man goes to take a step towards me, "don't come any closer! You hear me? I'll let go,"

"No you won't," he says before raising his cigar to throw in to the ocean. He takes small steps towards the railing and throws the cigar in once he is close enough before putting his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Watch me," I say and lean over farther. I can barely see the propeller things from here.

"No," the man says, "I won't watch you jump because I know you won't, not into water that cold," I turn my head to glare at him.

"We'll," I say, "the cold never bothered me anyways," he smiles before taking his shoes off.

"This cold will," he says, "it's like a thousand daggers stabbing you all at once. Besides, if you jump, I will have to go in after you, and I am not looking forward to it," I stare at him for a bit before looking back down to the water. The man steps closer to me and holds his hand out, "let me pull you over," I slowly turn around and take his hand. His other hand grabs my upper arm to help me. I step on the highest bar, only to slip on my cape and fall. Luckily, the man held on tight as I scream, dangling over the propellers, "hang on, hang on. I won't let go, I promise," I look up into his eyes before trying to climb back up. I slip again and scream as I fall.

The man grits his teeth in determination and pulls. I finally grasp the railing and pull myself over. I land on my back on the deck with the man above me just as three crew members appear. They study us closely and recognize me then glare up at the man.

"You! Stand back!" One yells, "don't do anything funny," the man stands up and steps away, his hands slightly raised.