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(c) Rapunzel and Eugene belong to Disney's Tangled
(c) Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff belong to Disney's Frozen
(c) Jack and Aster belong to Dreamwork's Rise of the Guardian

Summary:

Every relationship has its own standing amendments. In this case, these two run into overlapping misunderstandings and stupid shenanigans. It's frightening, as it is mortifying, to reveal a flaw, a turmoil, or a habit, to their significant other, but somehow they managed. And that will always be a mystery to those in fear of exposing this disquieting facet.

He was all spontaneous combustions, melodramatic gesticulations, obnoxious center-of-attention, and immature pranks, fabricated under a quirky, ungraceful, lean figure with chestnut hair and twinkling, warm coffee eyes. While she was painstaking organization, overachieving diligence, humble intellect, and zealous responsibilities,

constructed behind a picture of alabaster beauty and grace with platinum tendrils and striking sapphire eyes.

Together they were Mr. & Mrs. Perfection, a couple of exuberating confidence, when in actuality, they're a match made from Pandora's box. It was only after their honeymoon that their defective attributes inevitably leaked. However, they were never wedlocked, and thus this ardoring relationship became a game of temperamental endurance.

Finally, Friday night was a preset game night with his best buds held at Aster's cavern, but he couldn't bring himself to leave his castle without seeing The Missus, a nickname North had started and successfully caught on.

It had only been a week since Elsa had settled in, their first anniversary to be precise. Although she was aware that his humble abode didn't accommodate much, she still had taken serious consideration of the idea and accepted it. He lived in a residential complex in a one-bedroom chamber, a mixed lounge and kitchen, and one bathroom. The price had been negotiable and the room was adequate for a single resident, except for the constant ruckus the roof elicited on rainy days. It was a pain to sleep through a storm, but eventually he had grew accustomed to the pelting barrage. However, now that Elsa had moved in, the flaw to his apartment was hardly recalled in comparison to the heartwarming atmosphere, and somehow his mundane home became a castle fit for a King and Queen. Still, Elsa hasn't witnessed this flaw yet, and he could only hope that this minor flaw wouldn't bother her too much.

Elsa always returned home around five in the afternoon, looking exhausted after drowning in an abyss of student paperwork. Her current major revolved around the educational department, most especially for English, but she's well rounded with the other general subjects as well. Twenty-three years old, an intellect with beauty to boot, and she's continued taking internships like it's her first year in college all over again, simply because she wants to apply her skills on the field. Safe to say, many of her seniors had loved her, some of which he was tempted to remind them of their place, to the point that they granted her early excuse from school grounds. Presently, this rotation served to be a difficult challenge.

From the kitchen, the brunette fixed himself a quick snack when he heard the familiar tinkering jingles emitted from the marble door followed by a blunt, thunderous clap to the ground. Quick to his feet, he strode to unbolt the door before her key could unlock the knob.

"Hey, there," a soothing, baritone voice greeted.

"Hi, Jack," the platinum haired beauty greeted back before leaning in to peck him a chaste kiss on the lips. Her tires eyes immediately followed the floor, leading his to trail after them.

"I'll get that for you." He bent down to pick up the book, about a third thick of a dictionaries' content, entitled Natural Life Science volume XII followed by the rest of the pile carried on her slender arms.

"No, it's okay," she insisted, turning the staggering pile away from his grasp. "I can handle this."

"You look like you're gonna drop dead any minute now, Elsa," he retorted, gesturing to the pile from her arms with insistent resolve.

"Jack, I'm fine. I can handle it." Ignoring the raw cries radiating from her lead-like arms, she side stepped around him and gently dropped the pile on the coffee table. With a sigh and a brief shake to her arms, she straightened herself. "Just put the book here, please." As she had commanded, he added it to the pile.

"Rough day?" There was no reason for him to ask, all it took was one glance at her tired face to tell him everything, but he did it anyways solely out of habitual normalcy.

"Ruthless!" she chirped, a large smile stretched across her lips despite her exhausted state. Elsa's commendable effort resulted with knitted brows and a sympathetic smile to grace his features. He was

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's nothing too serious to worry about," she replied with a wry smile, but for a moment it seemed like Elsa's eyes had widened, however it was too quick to judge if it had really happened. "Anyways, you should hurry up and go to Aster's house. It's boys' night, right?"

His grin stretched, one that resembled a child's on Christmas morning, as he rested his back against the marble door and pumped a fist in the air. "Yeah! I'm super stoked about tonight's NBA final match! I'm putting my bet on Superman to win the most shots!"

"Really now? You're turning your back on The Black Mamba?" Elsa chastised lightly. "What happened to being a loyal Lakers fan?"

"I'm only in it for The Clutch," he clarified, smugly. "But since he's been out all season, I've been rootin' on his worthy rival."

"Tsk!" She clucked whilst balling her fists to her hips and shaking her head disappointingly. "The fans will be disappointed in you,"

"I'm not the only one who feels that way," the brunette remarked blithely. He folded his arms across his chest and held her challenging gaze with haughty, half lidded eyes. Within several seconds, both poker faces crumbled in shuddering, expanding smiles, and followed into a brief exchange of laughter. Before long, the platinum blonde's arm stood in her line of vision, with the watch's long arm pointing East bound.

"Jack! You need to go! It's already a quarter past five!" Elsa shrieked. "You need to stop making them wait on you." With swift, eager motion, she brushed Jack aside to unbolt the door followed by pushing his broad shoulders out.

"It's fine, Elsa," Jack assured lightheartedly. "They know me and my habits by now."

"Still it's rude for you to make the host wait! I feel bad for, Aster." She continued to usher him out the door. "Don't do anything stupid and sell our home."

"Wait." Turning suddenly, he reached for her arm, pulled her against him, and cupped her cheeks. His lips met hers in a deep, passionate kiss before Elsa could register the action, and her overflowing emotions had drowned her momentarily senseless. The moment his grip slackened, she was the first to retreat, surprising Jack with confused, wide eyes. Rather than reveling in the afterglow, the door slammed against his face.

"Have fun!" Her muffled, alto voice piped back.

"You'll be okay?"

"I'll be with Rapunzel and Anna tonight, don't worry!"

"Alright," he muttered reluctantly before striding out the corridor and into the parking lot. As he jingled the keys on the palm of his hand, something about the whole situation seemed amiss. It was not until he sat down on the plush seat did he recall something important, specifically a pink sticky note lying face down on the passenger seat floor addressed to Elsa. As his eyes scanned across the short message, he mumbled to himself aghast, "It couldn't be…"

Had Elsa forgotten? No. Elsa would never forget. She had an organized, functional itinerary that paved the path for her busy schedule. It wasn't like her to forget something so important. Something about it screamed familiarity, but the more he wracked his brain for answers, he came up with nothing. And so, he sat in his car for a solid minute or two, staring at Anna's curly penmanship in a single sentence:

Double Date with Punzie and Eugene.

Love, Anna

From the looks of it, this sticky note must have slipped out of her planner. Then the memories suddenly slammed into him like a roaring freight train.

He recalled Anna's imploring proposal for a triple date with the two of them, Rapunzel and Eugene, and she with Kristoff, dating back last Friday evening over dinner. Jack had to decline due to his prearranged engagements saved for that evening, whereas Elsa apologized due to the unpredictable amount of workload she was sent home with. She had requested Anna to hand her a reminder before they had left.

Now that I think about it… he thought to himself did she lose weight? When he had pulled Elsa against him, he had noticed a considerable amount of change in her weight. He stared at the paper, recalling a promise he had made to the strawberry blonde regarding Elsa's relocation to his home before fishing out his smart phone with his free hand and dialing Aster on speed dial.

She hadn't expected her emotions to overwhelm her when Jack pulled a heated kiss with her. Her eyes had unexpectedly filled with tears, and the next thing she knew, she hid behind the door. The last thing she wanted was Jack to worry about her and her trivial matters. Despite her resolved decision, she craved his presence… his touch… his comfort.

But Elsa had always been afraid to break his impression of her. She was a perfect creature in his eyes, and she knew that she was anything but that, however, she had fallen in love with him. Fallen so deep, that she's terrified to show herself as a weak individual and see the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at her. And so, for a complete year, she had always maintained her composure in front of Jack. For a complete year she was Miss-Peachy-Perfect. For a complete year, she was a pathetic shell, solely because she was afraid to lose him.

She hated loneliness more than anything, but it was inevitable. Anna and Rapunzel had spent their Friday evening on a double date, while she needed someone to vent. She wanted to complain about how stressful her internship had become and ruined the next chapter of her fairy tale; how she passionately resented her seniors for belittling her efforts and sight on the educational field; most of all, she despised herself for her endless complaints and insecurities when she knew the answer to solve them, but she was a ticking time bomb behind a plastic personality. She had an ugly creature dwelling within her, and the fear to contain it drove her to the edge. She was tired and overwhelmed, terrified and resenting, and she needed something to help her distinguish reality from fiction because for a complete year, she's been hiding behind a plastic impression, and she's exhausted from being someone she's not, but she's head-over-heels in love with this man to ever consider coming clean.

Instead, she allowed her vision to blur over papers of varying penmanship, and she slapped a hand over her eyes to catch them from damping her students' papers. Her other hand dropped her correcting pen and sightlessly pushed the paperwork aside when she heard the door knob shudder, followed by a breathless cry.

"Elsa?!"

She stared back at like a deer in headlights. She was stupefied when he had closed the door behind him, but it wasn't until he had fallen on his knees and threw himself on to her and she felt his familiar warmth did her mind register that Jack, ungraceful-chesnut-haired-and-warm-eyed Jack, was not a figment of her fatigue hallucination.

"Thank God I came back. You're not hurt are you?" He pulled back immediately, cupping her face between slender, fair hands as he searched anxiously at her puffy, cerulean irises. "What's wrong?"

She wanted to touch him and bury her face in his chest. She wanted to cry her heart out and relieve some of the burden off her shoulders. Instead, she pushed himself away from her. She created an unnecessary situation.

"Elsa?"

"What are you doing here?" her tone was icy cold. "Didn't I tell you to quit making your friends wait on you?"

"Elsa that's not-"

"You know how irritated I am when I see people who can't be punctual!" Elsa snapped. With revelations, his brows furrowed and jaws locked, biting back the temptation to argue back. "I'm sick of people who don't have a sense of organization!"

Unable to restrain himself he retorted, "I have every right to do what ever the hell I want. It's my choice, not yours. And I'll say it again: my friends know how I act, and they know very damn well that I will do as I please."

"Do you have the slightest idea of how inconsiderate you are?!" the platinum exclaimed incredulously, her tone raised higher as the exchange progressed.

"Does it look like I give a damn?" he glared challengingly.

"Ugh! What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you just get the hell out of here and do what you're supposed to do!"

"And why can't I come back to MY own home? I have every right to come here whenever the fuck I want. Last time I checked, I owned this room."

Raising her arms irritably, she cried out, "You're unbelievable! If I had known you were such an immature jerk, I wouldn't have-"

"Wouldn't have what?" he provoked, "What? Fallen in love with me?"

Taking the bait with renewed resolve, she concurred vehemently, "Yes! It's exactly as that! If I had known you were this type of person, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you."

"Then why the hell did you?!"

"Why did I? I wonder the same damn thing too!"

"Then leave me! Go ahead! I won't stop you!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Folding their arms across their chests, they turned away from one another, both mirroring puffed chests and evident labored breathing under a tense silence. But it was under this strained atmosphere, that Elsa's adamant declarations collapsed by the second, and guilt quickly swallowed the flames in self-loathing aftermath.

What have I done…?

The words she had been so desperately hiding for so long had finally came out. She had just wanted him to leave her alone, and now their relationship was finished. Why couldn't she be more honest about how she felt? Her eyes began to swim again, and she used whatever strength she had to restrain them at bay, unaware that her body was shuddering until she felt strong arms embrace her from behind.

The action had not passed by unnoticed to Jack, and he cursed himself for being just as she had called him to be: an inconsiderate jerk. Elsa looked so fragile and her shuddering body only confirmed that she was indeed breaking. Being the cause of her tears far outmatched his pride, and so he was the first to raise the white flag and gathered her in his arms. He pressed his lips against her temple, then her eye, and cheek as he slowly guided her to face him, and he repeated the same action to the other half.

"Jack…" she whispered his name with mixed emotions, of disbelief, heart wrench, self loath, and contrite. It was a warning, a sign of defeat, and an apology, and yet it only encouraged Jack to press his lips against hers. Her trembling hands overlapped his as they exchanged countless amounts of kisses, each holding a greater amount of passion from the last.

His hands slowly caress her stained cheeks, and traveled down to her shoulder and back. His lips followed after them in peppered trails with circulating jolts of electricity, leading down to the hollow of her neck. He felt her body relax against his touch, and he had almost lost himself to the heat of the moment had it not been for the two pressures resting against his chest. Levelheaded once again, he was enveloped in disarray of emotions, ranging from irritation to anxiety to defeat, and back. Instead of voicing out his concern, he stared at her questioningly.

"I can't… I'm sorry."

"No, I'm at fault here…" he apologized, "I should have been more considerate."

Elsa shook her head. "I don't have the right to be your girlfriend, Jack. I lied to be someone I'm not."

"W-what do you mean?" he asked anxiously.

"I'm not… I'm not perfect. The perfect girl you thought I was is an illusion." Tears resumed streaming down her face. "The person you fought was the real me. I'm… I'm covered with these wretched flaws."

"Elsa, I know… It's alright," Jack consoled, "but that doesn't make me think any different of you. Everyone has their own set of flaws, and we have to learn how to accept that part of us, because it's what makes you, you. Elsa, I don't see why you had to hide that from me."

Her shuddering hands balled up his navy T-shirt, and she avoided his gaze with her head hung low.

"Elsa, look at me."

She shook her head vigorously, as resentment welled up inside her.

"Elsa, if you haven't done anything as to betray me, then look at me."

Reluctantly, she slowly raised her head and held his gaze, when suddenly both of his hands pinched her cheeks.

"H-hey!" she cried, startled.

"You really didn't do anything to break my trust, right?" His coffee eyes were serious, searching through hers in a frenzied state, as if he were afraid of her answer.

Brimming with such frighteningly earnest and loving eyes, she was compelled to answer as honestly as she could muster, "Never." Then burrowing her head at the crook of his neck, she embraced him and chanted in hushed whispers over and over again, "I'm so sorry… I love you… "

He could not deny the sincerity in her tone, and Jack had taken it upon himself to lay everything on the line. He knew exactly well how she felt about rejection and the fear that pushed him into concealing those ugly characteristics. His heart ached, knowing how exhausted she must have been to keep her emotions at bay. With this new discovery, his feelings hadn't wavered, nor had it affected the trust he had for her. Instead he sympathized with Elsa, and his feelings towards her continued to grow. This new side of Elsa, rather than bracing himself from what would become the bane of his existence, was exciting solely because this is the first time Elsa had ever allowed herself to be completely vulnerable with someone other than her kin. It was then he wondered how long she had to suffer bearing this insecurity by herself all because of him. He was an idiot for turning a blind eye to her needs, and regret swelled inside of her. However, she endured it because she loved him, an tonight he wanted to reciprocate those feelings and make up for the time he had neglected her. Right now, he wanted to protect the woman in her arms and relieve her of those insecurities.

Without saying anything, he gathered her in his arms and made their way to their bedroom, all the while as Elsa vocally expressed her reluctance to his action.

"Jack?! Hey! What are you-"

He gently tossed her on the bed, with him hovering above her. "Elsa, if you even have a single hesitation of being with me, I'm making this your final chance to walk away. If you don't, I won't let you after this. Do you understand?" There was no hesitancy in his tone and behavior, as he straddled over her. His brows furrowed slightly over dark coffee, expressionless eyes and firm lips. He was serious. To Elsa, this was the first time he's ever behaved such a way towards her.

Her hands trembled as she reached for him, but her answer was adamantly set in her mind, and when witnessed his face melt against her touch.

"I don't plan to leave you. Not now. Not ever… I love you, Jack."

With one hand, he cupped Elsa's face and caressed her gently before leaning in with short, sweet kisses. Elsa's kisses had responded feverishly, leading their consecutive contacts into deeper, lingering kisses. Swept along with the heated exchange, he peppered kisses to her ear and with what was left of his rational mind, he whispered huskily, "You know, it's too late to turn back after this, right? Don't expect me to hold back."

Elsa chuckled heartily, despite her fatigue state. She brushed her lips against his ear to razz him, testing his patience. With a breathy voice she whispered, "I don't expect you to."

"I'm serious," he muttered with agonized restraint. "I'll ruin you for other men, that way you'll only be satisfied by me." He recognized her baiting effort, and he was determined to show her exactly what he meant. Slowly, he guided his hands down the back of her lavender blouse and back up her scalding flesh. He grinned contently when she responded with trembling pleasure. Kissing the shell of her ear, he whispered hungrily, "I'll show you how serious I am."

Retracting suddenly, he tugged the collar over his head before toothily teasing, "Now where did we leave off?"

Jack Overland didn't own the model body straight out of playgirl magazines, matter of fact he had a flat board torso with a noticeable imprint running down the core and two pairs of forming abs. Jack's build was the result of strengthening and enduring labor from lifting heavy cargo to entertaining children at multiple children's community orphanages. His drive to work out had been reluctant and inconsistent, that is until Aster had stepped in. However, Jack had never been the type to show off his body, solely because he there was no reason to do so. He was confident in his own skin, and had no problem being half naked around Elsa, just because he loved her flustered reaction, and build her anticipation to disappointment. Currently, he was in a serious atmosphere, and this time he was going to finish it, but…

"Can you handle it?" he inquired, concerned. He had not forgotten Elsa's exhausted health. "I intend to make love to you right now, Elsa."

The platinum blonde flushed immediately while her line of vision focused on a miscellaneous object focused on the article of clothing lying on the marble floor. "O-of course I know that! You don't have to announce that so casually."

"I'm just letting you know that I'm not flaking out like those other times."

"I get it!" she shrieked flusteredly.

"I know, but I mean your health," the chestnut haired boy remarked. "We can always do this another time."

"You're flaking off again," Elsa accused. Her hands cupped over her face before continuing with a muffled tone, "Why do you always leave me hanging? You always build me up and then you play it off like it never happened! I feel like I'm the only one who wants this."

Lightly, a smile evident in his voice, he apologized with peppered kisses on her hand, "I'm sorry, Elsa. I want you too, so please, let me see your face."

"You promise?"

"Scout's honor."

"You're not even a scout," she noted sharply.

"Damn," he chuckled heartedly, "Okay! I promise."

"If you're joking, I'm kicking you out of the room, and you'll be sleeping on the couch."

"I told I was being serious, wasn't I? So don't complain if it becomes unbearable."

"Okay…"

Sliding her hands out of her face, Jack quickly gathered her hands and pinned them above her head as his face closed in on her. "You're in for what you bartered for, Elsa."

"I know."

"Elsa?"

"What is it now?" she snapped impatiently.

"I love you."

A/N:

HAPPY JELSA WEEK 2015~! Today marks the first event, and I got something juicy to share about! I'm approaching this story line with something different... so I hope you guys bear with me as I write this ^^ I'm losing brain cell over loss of sleep for writing this week, so I hope this will be worth it or ya'll!

Inspired by BlueStorm-Studio 's art "Forgive and Forget" and fc06's "Jackson Overland Frost Playgirl magazine"

REPOSTED 5/25/15:
Because I reread the story after a five hour power nap and hated the ending.