The Invisible (Jelsa)

Chapter IV

She was, of course. Late into the night, she paced outside where he'd been sleeping for nearly two weeks.

"Elsa, I can hear you," Jack called from inside the door, and she mentally cursed.

She meekly entered the room. He was wide awake, of course, and sitting with an expectant look upon his face. That damned grin of his, too.

"What brings you here at this hour, Queen?" he asked.

Elsa gathered her courage, sitting at the edge of his bed, "Was it true?"

"Was what true?" he asked.

She frowned. He was really going to make her spell it out, wasn't he? He knew exactly what she was talking about, and he was enjoying it. "What you said...at dinner," she said.

"Ah, we said so much at dinner. I believe we had quite the satisfying conversation about reindeer and having a maid to clean your room."

"No...the other conversation."

"Remind of that one again; I'm a bit hazy from sleep."

Elsa glared at him. "You know what, Jack? Never mind." She started to leave, but Jack grabbed her arm.

"C'mon. I know what you're talking 'bout." He smiled softly.

"Was it true?" Her second time asking was much softer, much of the same fear toward her powers reflected.

Jack softly pulled her down to lay by him, knotting his fingers in her hair. He realized from her stories she'd most likely never loved another man before, and this made him protective. Elsa was his; he'd believed in her first like she had first seen him.

The first time he kissed her, it was hesitant- hardly a brush of the lips. She stiffened, and Jack began rubbing circles along her back to calm her down. He didn't know where he knew what he did, but somewhere in his male mind; it was coming by pure instinct.

Even though his body was seventeen, his mind was much older, and he realized he wanted older things. This is why his second kiss was much more bruising, and this time she reacted. Positively. He wondered if it was coming naturally to her as well. He only paused when she had to come up for air, and he looked at the state of her braids- no longer such. Her hair lay in waves down her back, free from the bonds. He ran his fingers down her white locks.

"I think you just don't like answering my questions, Jack." She laughed against him, and he smiled.

"They're usually answers you already know."