Jelsa One Shot's

Mark My words II

Helloooooo. Welcome to another chapter lol. This is the part two of Mar My Words. The one shot that was inspired by elsa_jack_love

and was also inspired by an indian series called 'Thapki' HIGHLY recommend. It's a bit dramatic and by a bit i mean so much drama. But it's what i love about the series lmao. I am still not satisfied with this yet so i might be doing a part 3 to this chapter. 

Enjoy lol.

3 years later

Jack's POV

It's been 3 years since Elsa went missing. Everyone was shocked when the cops couldn't find Elsa anywhere. They even checked to see if she bought a plane ticket but nothing, she just vanished.

A few months after she went missing I found out that Jelina wasn't actually mine. Jelina is hans's daughter. I felt so stupid that I didn't believe Elsa. She tried so hard to make me believe her but instead I kicked her out of the house. But the thing is, hans also went missing.

Hans went missing the same time Elsa did. Because of that, Toothiana had to raise her child on her own. I don't want anything to do with that woman, I just helped her because I don't want Jelina to live an awful life.

Why did I choose Toothiana over her? I guess the thought of being a father excited me and when she started saying all those things I kind of got scared that it was the truth.

I believe she is still out there somewhere while my family and hers just think she's dead. Today, our family has a meeting with another company and that I must be in that meeting too, I have no intentions on going there but I guess I have to.

I put on my suit and looked at myself. Still useless, I couldn't even protect my Love. I sighed before grabbing my stuff and going in my car. I drove to my parents company and waited in the parking lot for a bit before going out.

I greeted everyone there and they greeted me back.

"Ah, Morning sir. how have you been feeling?" Eugene greeted me.

"Alright, I guess," I muttered but managed to smile.

"It's alright not to be okay," He smiled warmly at me.

"Thanks," I smiled before going on my way to see my parents.

I got into the meeting room to see my parents in there. My mother smiled at me but my father was busy reading a document. I sighed and sat next to my mother.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Mother asked me.

"I'm fine mom," I smiled. I can tell she didn't believe me but she kept quiet.

"Jack, we have another arranged marriage for you," Father spoke outof nowhere and I stood up immediately.

"What?! No!" I yelled and my father frowned.

"Yes, and that's final," He replied.

"I'm not getting married, I'm still married," I gritted my teeth.

"Elsa is dead. Accept it," He hissed.

"Elsa is not-" I protested but my mother stopped me.

"Sweety, Just let it be," Mother smiled sadly.

"No-" I got cut off again.

"If you're not doing it for me, then do it for your mother," Father said strictly.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and sat down. I then grabbed the glass of water and took a sip from it.

I heard the door opening and looked at who was entering. My eyes widened. I almost suffocated, I looked at her twice just to be sure my eyes weren't tricking me.

"Elsa?" My mother whispered to me. She sounded shocked.

"Good morning sir," I heard a man said. It was someone who I did not know. What is he doing with Elsa?

I looked back at Elsa. She looked the same but some things are different. She had brown hair and she wore glasses. Her stare, it seems the same yet so different. It felt like she was a different person, but I know that's my snowflake.

"Good morning," My father replied. I can tell he was shocked but tried his best to hide so he can seem professional.

Then he stood up and shook the man's hand and then he shook Elsa's hand.

"This is my daughter, Lizzie Larsen," The man smiled and I was confused. Lizzie Larsen? She looked almost the exact same as Elsa.

"Hello," She spoke. Her voice sounded a bit different. More deeper than her usual voice and more mature sounding like, if that make sense?

The whole meeting I was just constantly looking at her. Everything about her was different except her face. Her face looked exactly like my snowflake. I made up my mind that after this I was gonna talk to her. I need to speak with her.

The meeting felt like forever, but I managed through it. I was paying attention to the meeting but almost forgot everything after it was done.

"Uh, excuse me," I catched up to her.

She turned around and looked me up and down, but not in a intriguing flirty way, more like a "Wtf do you want?" Type of way.

"Do you need anything?" She asked. The way she asked was almost like she was way too out of league for me.

"Uh, can I speak to you for a moment?" I politely asked.

"Alright," She agreed but was intensely eyeing me. Her presence felt comfortable yet weird at the same time.

"Tell me the truth, who are you?" I asked her seriously when we were alone.

She flinched a bit but you can't really tell before saying, "My name is Lizzie Larsen. My father already introduced me, unless you weren't listening,"

Her way of speaking really threw me off guard. Her tone was very serious and very, annoyed?

"Now please excuse me-" She quickly said and I pinned her against the wall. I didn't realize what I did, I guess it was just something I always did to Elsa to tease her.

She looked at me with wide eyes and then she narrowed her eyes, "Let me go," She growled.

"I know you're not Lizzie, stop lying to me," I hissed.

"I've never lied to you. Now Let. Me. Go." She glared at me before pushing me off of her.

"Don't do that again. Just because you're rich, doesn't mean you can act like a piece of shit," She snapped before walking away quickly.

"I know it's you snowflake," I yelled after her and she stopped walking for a moment.

"My name is Lizzie, It's the name my father chose for me. Respect it," She muttered angrily before walking away from me and I smirked.

I know it's you snowflake. I know it's you. But this game that you're playing, I guess i'll play along with it. But i'll make it harder for you. I will prove that you are Elsa, My Elsa.

Just wait Lizzie Larsen.
Your secret will be out soon.