Jelsa: A Tale Of Two High Schools

Chapt. 12

Elsa's mouth hung open, her brain struggling to process Ellie's question. Jack...ask her...girlfriend. Wait, what?!
Jack blushing deep red, avoided looking at Elsa, not ready to face any questions she might have.
Ellie was the only one capable of speech, "Did he?" She asked, looking up at Elsa, "He said he would,"
Jack snapped out of his daze, "No, I didn't,"
"But you said you li-" Jack clapped his hand over her mouth. Her muffled cries echoed as she fought to pull away his hands.
"No. I. Didn't." Jack hissed thought his teeth. Ellie managed to pull his palm away from her mouth.
"Why didn't you ask her?"
"Because there is nothing to ask,"
"But-"
"But nothing." Jack glared at her, "Go see if mom needs help with...whatever,"
"I want to talk with Elsa,"
"Go, or I'm not taking you for ice cream ever again,"
Ellie stamped her foot, turned on her heels and marched out of the hallway. Jack straightened up looking at Elsa. She had one eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. The look on her face said confused but the smirk on her lips said amused.
"Anything you want to ask me Frost,"
"Don't..." Jack warned rubbing his temple, "Just, don't,"
"Shame, you might have gotten an...interesting answer," Elsa said walking further into the house. Jack did a double take.
"What does that mean?"
She shrugged, smirking over her shoulder. Jack felt his heart leap into his throat. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was hoarse groan.
"Should we..." Elsa tilted her head down the hall.
"I...uh...I guess," Jack took the lead going to the kitchen. Ellie was sitting at the island eating a cookie.
"Why hello," Jack's mother said smiling warmly, "You must be Elsa," Elsa nodded, "It's such a pleasure dear. Our Jack has told us quite a bit about you,"
"He has?" Elsa looked at Jack, the corner of her lips twitching upwards.

"He talks about you all the time," Ellie said through her cookie. Jack glared at her.
"Careful you choke," Jack warned her. She smiled sweetly at him.
"Would you care for a cookie? They're fresh out of the oven." Jack's mom said holding out the plate.
"Thank you," Elsa said politely taking one of the chocolate chip treats. Jack picked up one as well. Elsa smiled as she bite into it, "These are really good Mrs. Frost,"
Elsa saw it Jack's mom lip turn downwards for the slightest moment. But then it was gone, so fast Elsa had to wonder if she was seeing things.
"Thank you dear. And Jack asked me to mention that he mixed the ingredients,"
"I said to say I helped!" Jack said, "Not to say specifically what I helped with,"
"I'm sorry Jack, but you should have made that clear," His mother said. Jack groaned and facepalmed himself.
"Am I supposed to be impressed that you mixed a bowl of batter?" Elsa asked.
"You make it sound easy. It's work that requires muscle," Jack said flexing his arm.
"Mommy, don't forget I helped mix too," Ellie said.
"Of course I didn't forget," Jack's mom said pinching Ellie's cheeks playful, "My little helper,"
"Why do you two hate me?" Jack said dropped his head onto the counter. The girls laughed at his actions.

"Jack, honesty. Your sister and I already know you're five at heart. But try to act your age when you have a guest," His mom teased. Jack turned his head and stared at his family and stuck out his tongue. Ellie stuck her tongue out in reply.
"Oh yes that's very mature,"
"I'm going to show Elsa my room," Jack said taking Elsa by the wrist, "Before one of you stay something that makes me want to kill myself,"
"Make sure you ask her,"
"Ellie eat your cookie," Jack snapped.
Elsa giggled as he pulled her up the stairs.
"You're having the time of your life aren't you?"
"Very much so," Elsa smiled. Jack huffed as they reached the landing.
"I knew bring you here was a bad idea,"
"It's not that bad. Not any worst than dinner Thursday was for me,"
"You have a point," Jack stopped at the end of a hallway, that had a ladder built into the wall. "After you princess," He said gesturing to the ladder. She eyed the ladder, following it up to the ceiling and square opening there.
"Your room is up there?"
"It is,"
"The attic?"
"Yep,"
Elsa climbed up, glad she hadn't worn a skirt. Once up she looked around the room. Jack pulled himself up next to her.
"So what do you think?"
"It's...bright," The room was light by large circular windows on three sides and a skylight, which Jack's bed was directly below. The ceiling was essentially the roof so it sloped downwards from the centre, but there was still a reasonable amount of head room. There was a desk with a laptop sitting on it, a small book case and a bean bag chair situated next to a window with a reading lamp hanging from the ceiling just above it. The whole floor was covered in a thick plush deep blue carpet.
"This is actually very cool,"
"Why thank you. I'm very proud of my little pad." He gestured to the bean bag chair, "Make yourself comfortable." He said with a bow.