Daughter of the Moon

Chapter 7

❅❅Elsa

Elsa groaned in pain as she sat up from her bed. It was quiet and dark. She turned looking to see if any of the Guardians were around. Where is everyone?  Elsa tried to stand up from her bed, but her side hurt like a bitch. 

"Fuck...... That dagger was something else." Elsa sighed and pulled herself off of her bed. A sudden slid of fabric caught her attention. She looked to see that she was back in her purple nightgown. Who dressed me?  When they were fighting the Monkey King, she was in her thin travelers dress. What if.... Elsa gasped, as her cheeks turned red. She shook her head. No, he wouldn't. Would he?  Elsa shuddered at the thought. 

She paced herself as she walked to the kitchen. There she heard voices, one feminine and one deep and russian. Elsa sighed in relief and walked inside. 

"Hey, guys." Tooth gasped and flew right into Elsa's arms, "Oof, T-tooth, I'm still in pain." 

The colorful fairy quickly let go and sheepishly smiled, "Sorry, princess. I was just so excited that you are awake." 

"For the last time, call me Elsa. Speaking of awake, how long was I out?" 

North nodded in thought, "About 5 hours. The battle wasn't that long ago." Elsa was relieved. Okay, only 5 hours. Better than the last time I blackout. Elsa shuddered at the memory. 

She was fighting with her father, just for fun. Elsa was trying out some new magic that she learned, and it exhausted her very quickly. She blacked out for 2 days. Her mother forbade her to use magic for a week. And that week went by very, very slow. 

Elsa smiled, "Thanks. Um, does any of you know who dressed me?"

"I think Jack did. When you blacked out, he carried you back the North Pole. He was quite vigilant in being the one to carry you." North wriggled his brow, making Elsa slightly blush. 

H-he dressed me! O-okay..... I have no idea how to feel, "S-speaking of Jack, do you know where he is?" The guardians shook their head. Elsa sighed, grabbed a banana, and headed to her room. He's probably avoiding you. Elsa looked down at her body. 

Her waist was slim and had a lean pair of abs. Her breasts weren't that huge, but they were that small. She had some ass, but it was difficult to see with her princess-like dresses. Her legs were long, helping her reach to 5'7. He must've hated what he saw.

Elsa walked to her desk and grabbed her blue diary:

Jack seems to be powered through his emotions. Whenever he's aggravated or angry, Jack tends to be more powerful, but becomes more and more reckless. 

Elsa paused, reading what she discovered. How am I going to train Jack if the only thing he feels for me is hate? Hate and anger are one of the most powerful emotions. Elsa could understand that his power was fueled by his emotions. So was her's, but if Elsa were to train him, Jack will get closer and closer to his darker side. I'll be leading him to the wrong path. My mission is to be his personal guardian, but how? Elsa huffed, and banged her head against her book.

"Woah, easy there, ace." Elsa popped her head up. Jack was at her door, looking at her confused, "North and Tooth said that you were looking for me. Is something wrong? Do you need help with your wounds?" 

Oh, yeah. Elsa totally forgot about her wound and she nodded, "Yeah, that would be nice. Let me go change first." The winter guardian nodded and sat on her bed. Elsa hid in her bathroom, putting on a tank-top and some leggings. Once she was done, she stared at Jack. He was playing with a snowflake, but Elsa could tell that he was uncomfortable with the situation. She realized that she felt better than usual, when she was around him. Well, awkward is better than hate.