Hello again! I've just read this amazing story of Lacey Weatherford, and it's called "Crush". This inspired me a lot to write down this story, and I think Jelsa pairing will fit it the most. I'm so excited!

Disclaimer: Elsa and Jack don't belong to me. They belong to Disney, Dreamworks and to each other xD


Prologue, Elsa.

It was wonderful! Indeed wonderful. We people danced and swayed to the music as fake snow fell from above, catching the glitter of the giant disco ball as it spread the flickering mood lighting around the gym. In spite of the Winter Formal's chilled and icy theme, the room was quite hot from the heat of bodies being close, but nobody, even me, seemed to really care. It was marvellous, and I was enjoying this night out with Hans, my best friend in the whole world.

There was a small commotion to my right, and I saw Gaston LeGume stagger toward me. My first thought was to wonder who spiked his punch. He abruptly lurched forward, collapsing against me.

"Elsa... Help...", he said in a desperate whisper, spitting on my face as he spoke.

"Ain't Belle enough for you to flirt? GET OFF HER!" Hans yelled in disgust and ruthlessly shoved the poor Gaston.

Gaston fell, his head hit the floor with a resounding crack that sent vibration under my feet.

I screamed.


My loud and horrified scream tore the air, causing everyone to stop dancing, talking or whatever they were doing. People started to scatter out ward in cries of disbelief, forming a wide circle around the twitching boy in the centre. I was frozen to the spot until Hans grabbed my arm and yanked me backward.

Teachers rushed forward, pushing through the crowd, trying to discover what was wrong with the school's top 10 charmer. Poor guy. He was foaming from the mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head, and all I could see that, behind his eyelids was the scary, creepy and deadly colour of white.

"Somebody help him!" I screeched out.

"Call an ambulance! Now!" one of the teachers yelled, and several students produced their cell phones all at once.

Gaston suddenly gurgled and gagged. Then stopped moving. Mr. Triton, the teacher who demanded an ambulance, laid his head near Gaston's mouth before straightening and checking for a hopeless pulse.

"Get these kids out of here!" Mr. Triton ordered the rest of the faculty as he ripped open the buttons of Gaston's shirt. Girls started crying as he placed his hand on Gaston's chest and started doing compressions...

Due to what I had known, I could tell it was too late. Gaston LeGume was already dead.


The sirens of an ambulance and several police cars reminded me to get out of the scene. Hans dragged me for a way out.

Before I could specified anything, I had a feeling that, two piercing and icy blue orbs were watching me...