"We've been married for two years, but recently things have gone down hill, already."
"I think everything is still how it used to be."
"Everything was fine, before little miss beautiful arrived at his company."
"I'll admit, she is pretty, but there is nothing going on."
"Two words, Nancy Tremaine. His secretary."
"I don't really understand whats wrong. I think everything is fine."
"All he wants, is big boobs and big ass. Thats why he fell for me. But because he has seen better now, he is moving on.
"Every guy likes that stuff, I just don't understand why she thinks I cheated."
"Its been the same since we first met."
"I don't understand why she is so worried."
"But this time its worse."
"She's all paranoid over nothing."
"If you see them, you'd understand why I am suspicious. At first it was fine, but now, I can't trust him around her."
"She saw me give Nance a friendly peck on the cheek, and suddenly I'm cheating."
"Peck? Is that what you'd call it. Oh okay. Don't lie Jackson."
"Oh so now we're talking directly, this is different."
"Don't change the subject Jackson." She hissed at her husband of two years. He held his hands up in surrender.
"I can't win with you. You've become a bitch." Jack insult his wife, flinching as he took in the glare his wife gave him in response.
"Oh, so now I'm a bitch. That's nice Jackson, what was it yesterday? A moody cow? This is totally helping you isn't it hun." She sneered at her husband sarcastically. "You wonder why you 'can't win with me'."
"You know I didn't mean it, but you have been neglecting my sexual needs quite a lot recently, I thought one of your main prorities as a wife was to fulfil those needs?" Jack joked, but his wife's glare hadn't changed. Jack huffed.
"I'm sure you can fulfil your sexual needs with Nancy, can't you Jack? Afterall you always remarked on how all the girls just throw themselves at you willingly." she sneered, her arms crossed over her chest.
"But Elsa, I only want you!" Jack whined whipping his entire body round on the chair so he was facing his wife, giving her pleading eyes, hoping she would see how much he meant it.
"Keep flirting Jackie boy, I'm sure Nancy will give in sooner or later." Elsa commented, she hadn't even bothered to turn and look at him, so obviously, she hadn't seen his pleading look. But Jack knew that his wife was stubborn, he'd known since they first met that she was stubborn, but he still wanted her, he'd always wanted her, he always will want her. The marriage counsellor sat in front of them taking notes, part of his job to listen to the couple. Taking his glasses off of his face he pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched up his eyes in tiredness.
"Well, Mr and Mrs Frost, from what I've heard from both of you I can see that you are both clearly in a disagreement." The counsellor, remarked.
Jack scoffed, "Well done Sherlock." He mumbled, he smirked at his own sarcasm.
"Ignore him Doctor Fredricksen, he is immature." Elsa smiled sweetly at Doctor Fredricksen, when the old man turned to look at his notes once again Elsa turned and glared at Jack. Daggers that pierced Jacks heart everytime.
"Please, call me Carl, well he is right, I'll give him that. But the only way I can help you both out is if I learn more about your past. So, tell me, how did you meet?" Doctor Carl requested.
"High school." Jack and Elsa responded simaultaneousily. After they spoke they turned to look at each other in shock by their syncronisation. But Elsa's shock was soon replaced, by the memory of why they were both here. Secretly, Doctor Carl scribbled down a few more notes.
"Anyway," Elsa began, looking away from Jack, "Like I said before, he's always been the same. Flirting with any girl that catches his eye. I suppose I was lucky that, at the time, I wasn't very eyecatching, because every girl that he seemed to like was left heartbroken a week later." She recalled, reminding herself and Jack of his early ways. Though he vowed he had changed and was stubborn to admit he was ever like that.
"Now thats not true!" Jack protested. Elsa turned to face him, a look of questioning on her face.
"Oh, really? Well, what part of that wasn't true? Hey, Jack?" she questioned him, with an eyebrow raised her arms crossed tighter across her chest and a smirk painted on her face. Jack knew that she never used to smirk like that before him, he had an influence on her in a way then. A way he didn't really like.
"You was very eyecatching." Jack mumbled, a secret he hadn't told Elsa.
Elsa rolled her eyes. "Anyway, we met at Middle School, seventh grade, he was thirteen, I was twelve. Already, his ego had started." Elsa told Doctor Carl.
Middle School (Beginning of Seventh Grade)
Everyone was seated at their desks, some were getting to know new people in their class, gossiping to the people they already knew, all except for Elsa Snow, she sat on her own on the front row in the corner reading a book. She was shy, with her platinum blonde hair tied up in a plaited bun sitting tightly on the top of her head, she awaited the teachers arrival, every now and again she'd look up and glance around the room. Idiots she thought to herself, smirking a little at the thought of them all being punished for their disrupting behaviour. She supposed being home schooled had advantages and disadvantages really. The only people she really knew were Kai, her parents and her sister, Anna. Not much of a childhood, but a childhood she'd lived with and learned to accept. But the homeschooling stopped when she was eleven, she was sent to Walter Spielberg, school for the talented. Though Elsa didn't know what her talent was.
Thinking about that and suddenly the teacher walks in, she is a slim woman with long, curly, flowing blonde hair. "Good morning class. My name is Miss Rose, welcome to Walter Spielberg school, I hope you all achieve wonderful things." She almost sang, oh great, a loon, Elsa thought to herself as she saw the cheesey smile on the womans face.
At that moment the door crashed open hitting the wall and in stumbled a boy with unruly brown hair. Elsa rolled her eyes as the boy picked himself up and dusted himself down, "Sorry I'm late miss, I..." the boy began but he looked at the teacher again and wolf whistled "Well, now I know not to be late in future." He winked and Elsa cringed in disgust at the boys quirky comments, note to self; keep distance from him at all means possible, she warned herself silently.
"Well, if you continue to talk like that then you won't be in my class anymore Mr..." Miss Rose began but trailed off when she realised she didn't know this rebelious boys name. Elsa's opinion on the woman changed.
"Jack, Jack Frost." He introduced himself, bowing in front of the teacher who rolled her eyes, going to her desk to sign in the other students on the register.
"Mr Frost, can you please sit at the desk next to..." Miss Rose scanned the room looking for a spare seat in the classroom. Quickly Elsa noticed the only open space in the room was the desk next to hers, she internally cursed her life as Miss Rose spotted the desk and pointed at it "The young lady with platinum blonde bun. I'm sorry dear what is your name?" She asked Elsa sweetly.
"E-Elsa Snow, Miss." Elsa introduced herself, her blue eyes wide open in protest as if Miss Rose could read what her eyes were screaming.
"Ah, thats funny, your surnames match." Another student in the classroom announced. Elsa scowled at the table, not funny, idiot, its just a coincidence. But suddenly an arm had been slung over her shoulders and she was pulled into somebody.
"Well, yeah, we're made for one another!" Jack announced to the class, Elsa could see this turning into something more, so very discreetly she brushed Jacks arm off her shoulders, he clearly noticed, but none of the others in the class did. "What's the deal with you?" Jack asked frowning at her as if trying to work her out.
"I don't like being touched by people I don't know. It makes me uncomfortable." She stated, going back to reading her book ignoring Jack as he continued to stare at her.
As the first year of their Middle school life went on Elsa gained one new friend, Olaf Summers, a boy who loved summer so much and not just because it was his surname, he'd constantly say "Oh, but Elsa, in summer you can..." or "In summer...", they'd constantly discuss that and talk about boys, because Olaf had decided pretty early on in his life that he was bisexual, just loving everybody in the same way, and they both loved hanging out at Elsa's house with Anna.
Jack had become a bit of a bully during the first year, he'd always pick on Elsa and Olaf, Elsa because she was a 'nerd' and Olaf because of his sexuality. But neither cared, Olaf kept on saying it was just a phase that he was going through and soon he'd stop, but Elsa just didn't care. He was a jerk, she'd already decided that.
Authors Notes: I am planning on making other chapters longer, but I just wanted to make a start on the first chapter to see what people think of my new story.
I have come to the point where I no longer like what I have written in my previous story and so have started to write a new story, as well.
In this story I will not have chapter names, sorry.
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