Jelsa: A Tale Of Two High Schools

Chapt. 23

"Elsa, what a lovely surprise,"
"Nice to see you Ms. Frost,"
"Come in dear,"
"Thank you. How's Jack?"
"He's fine, other than some soreness. You shouldn't fall for his sob story about having his bones crushed."
"Well I brought some stuff for his sweet tooth and something for Ellie too," She held up a bag with a pastry logo. Jack's mother smiled.
"They'd love it, I'm sure. Go ahead, Jack's in his room and Ellie should be in hers."
"Thanks Ms. Frost,"

When Elsa made it to the second floor she knocked on Ellie's door. It swung open and the girl's eyes lit up.
"El-" Elsa clapped her hands over Ellie's mouth.
"I'm trying to surprise Jack, so let's not shout out my name," Ellie nodded and Elsa let her go. The younger girl threw her arms around Elsa. She chuckled lightly, hugging her back.
"Hey, I have something for you," She reached into the bag and pulled out a chocolate drizzled croissant. "These are Anna's favourites, so I thought you might like them too,"
"Thank you," Ellie grinned.
"I'm going to see Jack, so I'll talk to you later, okay,"
"I can come with you,"
"Ah, I love spending time with you Ellie, but is alright if you give Jack and I some time alone,"
"Oh," Ellie giggled, "Okay, sure," She giggled again, the tone of her voice saying she knew exactly what Elsa meant by 'time alone'. A faint blush coloured Elsa's cheeks.
"Thanks,"

Ellie gave her thumbs up as she stopped at the ladder to Jack's room. Elsa tried to be quiet as possible as she moved up the ladder. Peering over the top she saw Jack lying on his bed, looking like he was asleep. Elsa grinned. Perfect. Tip toeing over she rested the bag on his nightstand. She sat on the edge of his bed, leaning over him. She pressed her lips lightly to his. For a few seconds nothing happened, but then she felt his body jerk slight as he awoke. Grinning into the kiss, she ran one hand through his hair as he started to kiss back.

"Elsa?" He blinked blearily when she pulled away
"Hey you," She whispered, smiling down at him.
"I'm dreaming, right?"
She kissed him again, "You tell me," she teased. One of his hands moved to the small of her back.
"Yeah," He smiled, "I'm definitely dreaming," She giggled, "What are you doing here?"
"Can't a girl see her boyfriend?"
"You could have called,"
"I wanted to surprise you," She pecked his nose. The smile on his face grew.
"It is certainly a surprise, and a really good one at that,"
"So how's my big brave hockey player?"
"I would be better if someone hadn't turned my crash into a dubstep video,"
"What?" Elsa blinked, biting her lips, "S-seriously?"
"Yeah, Aster sent me the link earlier. He finds it hilarious,"
"Well," Elsa struggled to keep a straight face, "One can see why some might find..." A small snort escaped her throat which she tried to hide behind her hand; "some might find that funny,"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Go ahead," He muttered. Elsa burst into fit of laughter. "Geez, and you haven't even seen the video," He stated. Elsa didn't hear, too preoccupied with her laughter.

Jack continued to frown until he decided she'd gone on for long enough. He wrapped one hand around her waist and pulled her backwards. She let out a startled cry as she suddenly found herself on the mattress, Jack smirking down at her.
"I thought you came over to make me feel better,"
"And you're not feeling better?"
"I was, until my girlfriend started laughing at me,"
"Poor baby," Elsa said with a mock pout, "How can I make it up to you?" She placed her hands around his neck.
"I sort of recall Anna mentioning something while we were on the phone yesterday,"
"Anna mentioning something?" She furrowed her brows, pretending she didn't know what he was talking about. "I don't remember,"
"You don't?"
"No," She shook her head.
"That's a shame,"
"Maybe you could remind me," Elsa smiled. A matching grin appeared on Jack's lips.

He leaned down until his lips met hers. The kiss started slow, soft, lingering. Elsa was acutely aware that she was engaged in a full blown make out session with Jack Frost, in his room, in his bed...and she didn't care. Maybe she would have cared, if her brain hadn't turned to mush by the feeling of Jack's lips against hers. His warmth seemed to radiate from all around. She felt like she could float in it, just him, her and comfort from being together. When Jack broke away from her lips to trail heated kisses across her jaw and neck an involuntary moan escaped her lips.