This Could Be Fun (Jelsa)

I'm Not Sure if this is a Rescue

Elsa went into her room and watched as Hans glanced around and finally sat on her bed.
"What's with all the snowflakes?"
Elsa shrugged, trying to act like she wasn't freaking out right now.
"Pretty childish if you ask me," he commented.
"No one did," Elsa said coldly.
Suddenly he whipped his face up to look at her. He studied her and she couldn't help but feel judged.
Elsa stole a glance at her phone on the nightstand right behind her. She mentally face-palmed. There was no way she could call for help. She completely stuck.
He got up and started towards her. She couldn't help but back away. This was totally creepy. Soon her back was to the wall and Hans' hands were on either side of her. She was pinned. He looked right into her. She stared right back, hoping she could get him to back off. Maybe then she didn't look so weak or cowardly.
"What do you want, Hans?" Elsa asked, not moving a muscle.
"Payback." He answered simply.
He was inching his chest closer. Elsa tried pushing him away, but her thin arms made no difference.
"Hans stop!"
"Uncomfortable yet?"
"You think!?"
He only smirked at her and got closer.
"Elsa," he hissed in her ear. She cringed.
"Hans get off-" she was interrupted by her phone ringing. Hans looked startled, but he didn't move.
It kept ringing and they were both silent.
Elsa started inching towards it and was surprised when Hans let her go. But he beat her to it. He grabbed the phone and looked at the number. He answered it for her.
"Hello?"
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Jack called Elsa. It was almost 8 and he figured she wasn't doing anything.
The phone rang for several seconds.
Finally he heard it being picked up. He was about to speak when a male voice spoke.
"Hello?" It was unfamiliar to Jack.
He glanced back at his phone to make sure it was the right number. It was.
"Who is this?" Jack asked.
"I should be asking you the same thing," the voice answered.
"Is this Elsa's father?" Jack asked, figuring all possible outcomes of this.
"God no!"
"Then who are you?"
"A friend of Elsa's. And you?"
"Oh, funny you should ask. I'm her boyfriend. So tell me again who you are?" Jack didn't even know where that came from.
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Hans talked to the person on the phone as Elsa tried to reach for it, but he was too tall. She backed off for a while and crossed her arms. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He looked at Elsa and said, "Hans."
He gave the phone to Elsa.
"Jack!" She said as she looked at the number.
"What is going on?"
"Um, that guy I told you about earlier. He's in my house. In my room to be exact." Elsa eyes Hans who looked uncomfortable.
Jack started calling Hans names Elsa didn't want to repeat. Then he said, "I have a plan."
"What?"
"I'm your boyfriend, okay?"
"That's not creepy..." Elsa said sarcastically.
"Loose the sarcasm, it's not going to get you anywhere."
Elsa shut up.
"Put the phone on speaker."
Elsa did what she was told.
"Can you hear me, Hans?" Jack asked.
"As bright as day." Hans muttered loud enough for Jack to hear.
"Listen, I don't know what you're doing in my girlfriend's room, but I suggest you get out. I'm only a few blocks away and I'm not afraid to drive down there and kick you out."
"I'm not scared of you. And you don't live near here. I would recognize you at school." Hans retorted.
"On the contrary. I'm in collage. Got there on a football scholarship. Practice 4 hours a day, unless you count the additional 2 hours in the evening. So yeah, I'm a big guy, and I don't take kindly to boys after my girl."
Elsa almost burst out laughing as she saw Hans's eyes bug out of his head. She managed to keep a serious face.
"I'm not hitting on your girl, just hanging out." Hans defended himself.
"Is that true, Elsa?" Jack didn't sound convinced.
It was Elsa's turn to grin slyly at Hans. "Nope."
Hans was outta there! He went downstairs and asked his father to leave. Luckily, they did very shortly.
Elsa was more than relieved. "Thank you, Jack!" She gasped.
The phone was no longer on speaker.
He chuckled, "No problem. Anything for my girl."
Elsa rolled her eyes. "Nothing you said was true, Jack."
"How do you know I don't have a killer body?"
"I don't, I..." She didn't know how to respond to that.
"Speechless I presume."
"Are you..." She didn't finish.
"No, I'm as skinny as a noodle."
Elsa giggled.
"What?"
"You're comparing yourself to a noodle?"
"What would you compare yourself to?"
"Hmm, a stick probably."
He sort of snorted, "Like that's any better."