She Stole My Heist ( Jelsa / Big 5 / Big 6 )

35 Scarred

POV Anna

I send another picture of me and Kristoff spending our honeymoon in Norway. This place is outstanding with the mountainside and the lakes. The nature is so pure and everything is fresh. Also the chocolates that they do here are worth tasting for.

"Anna! Look at this!" Kristoff gasped and I go to him. "It's really nice," I smile as we look at an ice sculpture. There's a park specialized into them.

"It's a legend of an ice queen," Kristoff whispers and I look at the figure of a woman. "Mm.. I can read too," I chuckled.

"She looks like your sister," Kristoff grins and looks at me. I rolled my eyes, "Yes but Elsa isn't evil and cold hearted."

"How is she in Burgess anyway?" Kristoff smiles as he takes a picture of me next to that sculpture.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Fine I guess. She's probably busy with that secret boyfriend of hers since she isn't responding to my messages."

"Hopefully yeah," Kristoff chuckles. I lifted my eyebrow, "Why?"

"She might be jealous for your happiness otherwise," Kristoff winked his eye.

"She is not like that!" I giggled and leaned down. I took some snow into my hands and I made a snowball that I threw at him. He dodged it and runs towards me. He knocked me down and we fell into the snow.

"You're silly!" I laughed and Kristoff grins. "Not as silly as you are!" He laughed aloud. I look around us and I see people staring.

"They're just jealous," Kristoff smiles warmly and I smile slyly to him.

"Toffie, everyone is jealous to you today," I teased him and he blushed.

"Yeah."

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because I'm having a great time with the cheeriest and most beautiful woman in the world." He chuckled.

"Who is that?" I pretended to be annoyed.

"You."

"Oh," I blushed and he leans closer, giving me a kiss.

POV Jack

"Why aren't you coming in here anymore?" I whispered as I touched the painting. I'm just seeing my latest response to her which I did over a week ago.

I feel a tear escaping from me, "W-why wouldn't you just tell me if you don't want to be with me again?" My hands are shaking as I kneel on the floor. She's gone, my Elsa. Serves me right, I did horrible things to her but I thought that she had forgiven me.

Someone knocks the door and I wipe my face to my sleeve as I stood up. I turn the lights back on and I'm staring at the chubby guard of the museum.

"Hey Maurice," I do a fake smile for him as I read his nametag.

"Oh, it's you Mr. Overland!" He gasps from surprise.

"Were you expecting someone else?" I laugh bitterly and walk past him.

"Yes, a girl," Maurice said and I stopped to my tracks.

"What girl?" I asked without turning around.

Maurice, "A really pretty and nice one. She has friendly smile and she wears hair on braid every time I see her. It's odd that she stopped coming here over a week ago. She was here always the same time, right now and was like fragile flower. I still don't get it, how a person can be so sad and happy at the same time."

Slowly I turn around. "Her name is Elsa, isn't it?" I asked and go to him.

"Yes. I didn't know that an artist would know their fans that well," Maurice laughs.