I Choose You

22 The Frost Team

Elsa felt something tickling her face. She opened her eyes slowly and made out her surroundings. It was certainly not her bedroom. But then she remembered sleeping with Jack. Wait. She was sleeping with Jack. They were sleeping in a bed together.

Her eyes widened as she saw Jack's sleeping figure. Her face was heating up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. Elsa smiled as she snuggled in closer.

"Snowflake," Jack called with a grin. He still had sleepy eyes. Elsa looked up and smiled.

"Good morning."

"Morning to you too," he greeted. But then that grin turned into a devious smirk. Elsa raised an eyebrow, feeling confused on what on earth he was thinking about. Poor Elsa didn't at all know what she was in for. 

"Jack? What's with that face?" She asked with a worried tone.

His smirk grew wider. "Snowflake, do you sleep talk?" 

Confusion was written all over her face. She looked at Jack who still had a smirk plastered on. "What do you mean?"

"You have really weird dreams," he said and let out a laugh as he put an arm around Elsa.

"Huh? What are you talking about, frost?"

"I mean that you sleep talked."

Her face flushed with embarrassment. She wasn't aware of the fact that she actually sleep talked. She actually had no idea that she even did it. This has to be one of the embarrassing things she ever did. First being the time when she accidentally yelled at Jack when they were singing the national anthem. It still made her cringe.

"N-nonsense. I did no such thing," she lied. Well, she didn't know if Jack was only teasing her or actually telling the truth.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Don't try and lie to me, snowflake." Smiling, he tightened his grip around her waist. Their faces were extremely close. But that didn't bother Elsa at all. She smiled widely as Jack leaned in. His touch made goosebumps rush down her back. He placed kisses on her forehead and onto her nose. He kissed her jawline as he traveled to near her lips. Just as he leaned in more, there was a knock.

He groaned as he got up. Elsa was blushing madly as she stood up, walking towards the door.

"The Queen has asked you to get ready. She wanted the two of you to attend a meeting," TinkerBell told them with a smile.

Great. Just great. Having to dance in front of a large amount of people was better than attending a boring meeting. Well, to Elsa that is. She frowned, letting out a sigh.

Jack's face suddenly became serious. "What's the meeting about?"

"About the trade with Duke Weselton."

The prince clenched his jaw with anger as he nodded. He closed the door and sighed. Elsa was confused. Not about the meeting, not about the trade but about the name.

Duke Weaselton? What kind of name is that? Is he some kind of weasel? She asked herself.

But her attention averted to Jack who looked like he could punch something. She approached him cautiously. "Jack? Are you okay?"

"Yes I am," he said blankly. "Just get ready." He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Elsa flinched as the door shut with a loud thud. She blinked. There was something wrong with him. Elsa knew that. It was obvious. Someone couldn't just change from happy to angry without a reason. But she decided to question him later. It wasn't the right time. Jack looked angry. He was furious. So, for the sake of her safety, she decided to ask him later.