Winter Love ~ A Jelsa Fanfiction

21 - The Guardian

She went back to the main hall and the Guardian was standing right where she left him. She walked up to him and peered into his dull eyes. What she was searching for she did not know and his neutral expression relayed no information, just as it should with no soul within him.

"What are your powers?" She asked him.

"Like most winter spirits, I have control of the winter season: I can make it snow, make the wind blow, but my strongest connection is with the frost. Recently, I developed the ability to bring joy to children...Though I must apologize, Your Majesty, I do not think I can use that power with no emotions," Jack stated monotonously. Snow tilted her head to the side, waiting for more but the Guardian did not continue.

"That is all?" She implored.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he stated with a light bow of his head.

Her eyes narrowed and she said, "Then what magic did you use to make my lips warm?"

"I do not have any power to create warmth," Jack replied.

"We are both winter spirits," she growled. "We are naturally cold. That warmth was unusual. What was it?"

Jack peered at her blankly and replied, "I am sorry, Your Majesty. But I do not know what you are talking about."

Snow rolled her eyes then leaned in and kissed the Guardian. Jack did not move, not even his mouth. He would not move until she commanded it of him. No warmth grew between their cold kiss and Snow drew back with a frustrated sigh. Whatever the warmth was, Jack's knowledge of it must have only existed in his memories and she would not dare returning Jack to his former self just yet. She felt somewhat disappointed, the warmth was pleasant...

"You are a quandary," Snow murmured.

"I apologize, Your Majesty," Jack murmured, bowing his head again.

"I doubt you know how I heard the astral voice that called out the name 'Elsa,' do you?"

"No, Your Majesty," Jack replied, his head still bowed.

Snow smirked and tilted her head to the side to see Jack's face as it was bowed. She informed him, "Pitch plans to use you to destroy the Guardians. You're going to be attacking North first."

"It would be an honor," Jack retorted, lifting his head. Snow peered into his eyes searching for a flicker of emotion but saw none.

Somewhere, deep within him, Jack's true nature was tied down. He could see everything that was happening but had no control. She wondered what Jack Frost was really feeling. Regret? Horror?

"It will be months until the attack, you will be my and Pitch's personal slave in the meantime," Snow informed him.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied.

Snow noticed Jack's staff lying on the ground a few feet from Jack. She walked over to it and gently picked it up. It looked like an ordinary stick but as soon as she touched it she could feel its power. She whispered, "Jack this stick is a part of you, isn't it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Jack replied. "Without it I do not have complete control of my winter powers."

Snow strolled back over to him and handed him the staff. She stated, "Then take it and guard me well."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Jack replied.

Snow glanced around the barren room. "Did you bring anything else with you?"

"I brought a golden cylinder with me, but it is no longer in my possession, Your Majesty."

"Did you see what happened to the gold cylinder?" She asked Jack.

"The King placed it in his robes right after my enslavement," Jack replied dryly.

"What?" Snow hissed. She looked up the stairs to where her husband was recuperating. Why did he take the cylinder? Was he planning to use it against her? Her trust with Pitch was an uneasy one and now it was holding on by a thread. He always described a world covered in darkness and ruled by him. He always forgot to mention her in these plans and, if he did, it sounded weak. Was he planning on getting rid of her once Jack defeated the Guardians?

She stepped up to Jack and whispered, "Forget about what I said earlier. You are still my slave but no longer Pitch's. Be on guard around Pitch. If he does anything suspicious around me or pulls out that gold cylinder around me while I am unaware, attack him."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Jack stated and his grip tightening on his staff.