Jack's POV:
I woke up with the sound of water trickling down calmly inside the washroom. I noticed Elsa wasn't in bed. I got up lazily and walked tiredly to the washroom. I see Elsa brushing her teeth rapidly, spilling splashes of tooth paste in the sink. I laugh at the amount of toothpaste inside her mouth. I wrap my arms around her from behind and lay my chin on her shoulder. I sleep in my position. She bends forward to spit out the water. I pull away until she stands regularly.
This continues to happen until she finally walks out and I follow her. She stops walking and turns to me. I stop dead in my tracks also, confused on why she stopped.
Her face was priceless. She had black eye bangs clearly bursting from her face and her eyes half opened. Her mouth is slightly opened, forming a small O. I laugh at the sight. I couldn't stop laughing and I was dying! Like literally, she looked like a depressing gothic. I hold my laughs back when she looks at me seriously. I jump because she looks scary. Woahhh.
