A Tale Even Shakespeare Couldn't Top
A Jelsa Fanfiction
I think I'm overworking myself. Whatever. Enjoy this thingy that I just came up with. If you want me to continue, let me know.
If I seem irritated to you, it's just because I'm tired, but I didn't want to lose this idea. It's pretty later where I am if you didn't know.
Chapter 1: The Merry Wives of- OOPS! (Again, if you want more, let me know and I'll continue)
"Hum! Ha! Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep? Master Ford awake! Awake, Master Ford! There's a hole made in your best coat, Master Ford. This 'tis to be married! This 'tis to have linen and buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny purse, nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame: if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me: I'll be horn-mad!"
The audience claps at the actor's amazing performance as the terribly jealous Mr. Ford, and the lights go on as he leaves the stage, and the crewmen take away the props of the inn.
I stand up and stretch, working out all the kinks in my back. My eyes fall on the starry night, and I think I see a bat or two. There are definitely fireflies.
Next to me, my sister Anna is dozing. I shake my head affectionately and lightly shove her. "Anna! Wake up! It's intermission!"
Anna snorts awake, and opens her eyes sleepily. "Huh? Where are we? Who are- oh Elsa. Are we still at the play?" She yawns. I chuckle.
"Yes, Anna. I'm going to get some refreshments. I hear they have chocolate covered almonds. Want some?"
Anna's eye light up at the mention of chocolate, and I laugh. "I'll take that as a yes. Be right back."
I walk down the aisle of chairs, and head past the wooden fences surrounding the outdoor stage. My eyes widen at the sight of all the people. I'm glad Anna and I went to the bathroom before the play started.
I'm at the American Players Theater in Wisconsin, an early treat from my parents to me for my birthday, since they don't do plays in the winter. It's my first time, and I'm loving it. Though Shakespeare can be hard to understand, I'm getting the gist.
I haven't seen any Shakespeare until now, but I've heard of most of them. I have to say, this experience has totally made, The Merry Wives of Windsor my favorite Shakespeare play. It hurts my sides just thinking about it.
I'm at the front of the line eventually, and order two Pepsi's and two packs of chocolate covered almonds. I thank the woman at the register, then make my way back to my seat, which is in the very top row at the very middle of the area.
On the way, I crack open my can. I'm about to take a sip when someone crashes into me so hard I lose my balance and hit the ground. The soda spills all over me, and now I'm soaked in the sticky liquid.
"Oh crap, I am so sorry!" Someone says, and I look up. Holy Crabcakes he's gorgeous.
The man I'm staring at has silvery white hair and piercing blue eyes. He's tall and thin, but I can detect some sort of muscles underneath his thin -looking blue sweatshirt.
I blink once. Twice. "Oh umm, no, I'm sorry it was totally my fault." I say, although it probably wasn't.
"No, really. I apologize." He seems to realise I'm on the ground, and holds out his hand. I take it, and let him pull me up.
"Again, I'm really, really sorry." He says, and I shake my head.
"No, it's ok. It's just my jacket." I take it off, and shiver a bit at the crisp fall air, which is weird because the cold usually doesn't bother me all that much. Must be the fact that I'm drenched in soda.
"Ugh, I'm such an idiot. Can I buy you a new Pepsi?"
"No, it's fine really. I'm fine."
The man shakes his head. "Stay right here."
He's back in a few minutes, holding another Pepsi and a bright blue hoodie with the logo for the theater. "I hope blue's your color." He says, and hands it to me.
I hold back. "You didn't have to do that." Ok, the creepy part is, he got the size and color right. What's up with that?
"But I wanted to. Think of it as an apology gift."
"I really don't think that-"
"Please, just accept it." I sigh, and take the items. I pull the hoodie over my head, warmed instantly.
"Thank you, umm..."
"Jack. Jack Frost."
"Right, thank you Jack. I'm Elsa Winters."
"Nice to meet you." He says, and holds out his hand. I take it, and spark flies up my arm. I pull my hand out of his quickly, my cheeks reddening. What is this, a movie?
"I should probably get back to my sister." I say.
"You have a sister? Me too! Mine isn't here, she'd be asleep in 5 seconds."
"Mine already is." I say with a chuckle. Jack laughs at this.
"Well, it was a pleasure running into you, Elsa." He says, chuckling a bit. I roll my eyes playfully.
"Indeed." I say, and make my way back to Anna.
"I'm back." I say to a sleeping Anna. I don't bother waking her, and instead decide to save her snacks for the ride to the airport. Today is our last day in Wisconsin, and we're taking an early flight back to Burgess. It's about 10:00 right now. Our flight is at 1:30
The play continues, and I fix my eyes onto the stage.
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"Let it be so. Sir John, To Master Brook you yet shall hold your word. For he tonight shall lie with Mistress Ford."
Loud clapping fills the area as I stand up and cheer and clap as loud as I can. I think all the noise wakes Anna up, for there's a rustling as she stands up to clap drowsy beside me. She blinks, and yawns. "It's over?" She asks.
I nod. "Come on, we need to get going." I collect my trash and grab my program, which I'm keeping as a souvenir.
As we make our way down the forest slope, Anna notices I'm not wearing my coat, but holding it. "Where'd you get the hoodie?" She asks.
"Oh, I slammed into some guy and got Pepsi all over my coat. He bought a hoodie for me as an apology."
"OMG, that's amazing! Was he cute? Do you like him!?" Anna is bouncing up and down now, and my eyes widen.
"Anna, we just met. I don't like him." I insert my hands into the pocket of the hoodie, and to my surprise I feel paper inside.
I pull out the paper and find that it is a receipt. Nothing unusual, until I notice the note scribbled on the back of it.
Hope you enjoyed the play, and that you didn't get too cold. If you wanna chat, here's my number.
The note is followed by a sequence of numbers. It's from Jack, and I feel my cheeks heating up.
Wait, what?
I shake my head. I am not crushing on a guy I just met. No sir.
Which is why I'm so confused when my hand reaches for the phone in my purse and adds the number to my list of contacts.
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So yup, let me know if you want me to continue. Peace, and goodnight.