A Cold Love (a Jelsa fanfic)

Chapter 3

                                                                               Elsa's P.o.V

The wind carries Jack out the door and slams it shut. I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in. I turn to go to the balcony and see my reflection. My cheeks are bright red, I ignore it and walk to the balcony. The sun shines bright on my face as it starts to set.

I look over and catch one last glimpse of Jack as he flies out of my view. I sigh and go back inside where I make a couch and plop down on it. That Jack Frost was an interesting boy. I just think for the rest of the night, or until I fall asleep.

I wake up with the sun shining in my eyes. I block it with my arm and get up. I walk to my kitchen and make myself some breakfast. I sit at the small table and eat, and when I'm finished with it I do the dished and walk out. I walk through the grand room to go to my bedroom.

"I wondered how long it would take you," a voice says.

I turn my head,"Jack?" He's leaning against the wall with a smirk plastered to his face. He pushes himself off the wall and walks toward me. "So, what does a beautiful snow queen, like yourself, do in their spare time?" he asks. I blush and turn around.

"Well," I say turning to him," we usually are isolated so we don't harm anyone. I don't know, it's pretty much just me, my thoughts, and my powers." I look at my hands and fold them, thinking of the power the posess.

"Well seems like you have too much fun here," he says sarcasticly. I smile and look down. "But," he continues," I hope you're not too buisy having fun to come along with me. There's something I'd like to show you." He comes over and gently tilts my head up so I'm looking into his shocking blue eyes.

"Please take off a day of fun, I'd like to spend it with you," he says gently.

I smile and nod. A grin makes it's way onto his face. He lifts his staff and the wind gushes in the door. I'm lifted into the air, Jack next to me. The wind propells us forward and ou the doors. It was wild at first, spinning us and tossing us around, then it got calmer, and it felt like I was flying.

I guess my face was in awe because Jack gave out a little laugh, "It's pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah it is!" We fly through the air the wind blowing in my face, it's so wonderful up here, so magical, beautiful. We shoot through the sky, the wind carrying us wherever, which makes me wonder.

"Hey, Jack! Where are we going?" I ask. He shrugs,"I don't know. The wind carries me wherever if I'm not positive, so we're just drifting."

It makes me a little uneasy knowing we're just drifting but I don't worry. The cold is nipping at my face making it turn a light pink. Jack looks over at me.

"You know, you look a lot cuter when you're blushing," he says.

"I'm not blushing! It's just the winter weather!" I reply.

He smiles and laughs,"Ookay! If that's how you like to think of it!". I roll my eyes and look down. We're probably 100 feet off the ground. My stomach drops, I've never been up so high.

"Uhh, Jack!" I call.

"What?"

"Are you sure this is safe!?"

"I've done it a million times, don't worry!". But I do worry. My heart starts racing and my breathing gets a lot faster.

"Elsa, if you're scared don't freak out! Otherwise..." he never got to finish. The wind that was carrying me vanished and I dropped like a dead weight.

My dress flies up all around me, I'm falling back first down to earth. I start screaming. My arms and legs are flailing, trying to stop myself. It's no use, there's nothing to grab onto here, but I keep flailing.

I keep dropping, not knowing how far I am from sudden death. I just hope it's not too bad.

Author's Note:

Enjoying it? It's fun to write I can tell you that! Read on!