my second jelsa fic. jack is based on kaito kid here, got the idea from the anime. enjoy reading!
Police sirens wailed outside the window muffled by few city blocks beneath a full moon. She twists and turns on slick mattress, grunting as all her efforts go to waste in trying to fall back to sleep. Cerulean blue eyes shot open as she prompts her elbows up, coming to the conclusion that it was nearly impossible to fall asleep at with helicopters flying just above her roof.
Elsa's platinum blonde hair cascades down her shoulder, braids coming loose as she sat up groaning to the pulsating headache, shaking her head vigorously in discomfort. New York city was wide awake, and she knew exactly why.
Grabbing the remote control beneath her pillow, she turns the TV on.
"We'll catch him now for sure," a familiar voice says to the nationwide broadcasting. "It's impossible for The Winter Thief to getaway from us now. The police department is up for a sure win."
A man with a wide smile plastered on his face says so, turning back to the museum wherein police cars have surrounded, red and blue colors flashing everywhere.
She rests her full cheek in one palm.
"Father, you know you won't catch him," she says, clearly not amused as she casts her eyes at the screen with a bore. "He'll win. He always does. Always will."
Suddenly, beneath the midnight sky flew doves as confetti was shot high above, as if there was a grand celebration. Her father's jaw came loose as shock was clearly read from his face, screams of the cameramen and crew filling the sky. A white snowflake appears just above the museum with the size of a kite. The show has ended. They were only beginning. It was another one of the Winter Thief's tricks, he's gotten away again.
She immediately clicks the TV off before jumping out of bed and heading down stairs, disappearing into the darkness. Her father, detective Arendelle would probably get home early in the morning, as he always does at sleepless nights in attempt to catch the Winter Thief.
She glances down her wristwatch.
11:49
Weird.
The Winter Thief had a record for stealing and ending his great performances at 12 midnight, so why did he finish so early now? She shrugs at the thought, thinking maybe he only miscalculated his attempts this time.
She holds her hands over her mouth as a yawn escapes her lips, eyes nearly leaking tears in exhaustion. The police were making such a ruckus again, though she knew they'd never catch the Winter Thief. She sees the door to her sister's room as she peaks inside as she thought of checking if she was okay.
Anna's auburn hair was in a mess, clearly it could be mistaken for a hornets nest in the darkness. Her snores rung through the halls of their house drawing a chuckle from her older sister slightly flabbergasted that her baby sister was completely oblivious of the hundreds of sirens and helicopters hovering over their house. But she knew her.
"Kris… Kristoff…" she mumbled her boyfriend's name in her sleep, saliva trickling down her mouth. "Don't… don't eat all the chocolate…"
"Sleep tight, Anna." She reassured in her sister's sleep before closing the door behind her as she decides to head to the kitchen.
"Chocolate, huh? Yeah I guess that'd be nice."
The memory of the snowflake comes back to her as she ran slick fingers through her hair, completely in a mess. The Winter Thief has a way with magic, trickery, and most of his crimes ended in a bizarre, almost spectacular like show. He knows that the world watches him rob troves of treasures and rare jewels, maybe that's why he does so she concludes. And in the end of every show, he'd finish off by showing to the world his signature sign that he's gotten away: A snowflake.
Thus, earning his name: The Winter thief.
Elsa yawns again to the thought, bags of assorted chocolates she now carried in her arms. As she reaches her room, she slowly slips beneath the covers of her bed and began munching on the goods she got from the kitchen earlier. Surely, her father wouldn't mind and Anna wouldn't know that she's been sneaking around eating her chocolate.
Smooth moves, Elsa. Maybe you should join the Winter Spirit in his crimes. She chuckles at the thought before sinking in her pearl white teeth into the chocolate.
But eating chocolates at midnight did not satisfy her hunger, something was missing. A need for someone to talk to, someone to join her in her antics.
Clearly, Anna was not an option because she knew how much Anna would react if she knew that her older sister has been eating her stored chocolate at the fridge. Tooth, a close friend, had her wisdom teeth pulled out earlier… she clearly needed her rest.
Elsa swiftly clicked through her phone, her contacts. Searching for someone, anybody that may be wide awake from the police or simply watching the great thief's performance right now.
Merida DunBroch… Rapunzel Corona… Jerkface Flynn… Fishbone Hiccup… Astrid Hofferson…
Her cheeks flush as she read the next person in her contacts.
Jackson Overland.
Her crush that he self proclaimed himself as her bestfriend, Jackson Overland. Elsa had this feeling that he's right awake now, maybe waiting for her to call or he's simply staying up late playing Call of Duty since it's Saturday night after all. But the thought of calling him at such an hour, well, made her undeniably nervous. Not that she's uncomfortable around him, he is her closest guy friend at school. But she knew the moment she dials his number he'd most definitely tease her that she has a crush on him like he always does.
He wasn't wrong.
Elsa has always been smitten by his charms, the way he ran his fingers through his unruly brown hair, the muffled laughter that emits from his lips (she knows he's trying to be sexy) whenever he teases her, his chocolate eyes that seems to pierce through her soul and that devious grin he flashes whenever he flirtatiously tries to woo her. To which he utterly fails due to her regal demeanor.
And at the thought of it, her face flushed red hidden at dusk. Her grip tightens along her phone, currently at war with herself if she should call or not.
Nah, he's definitely asleep. But who could fall asleep with the noise outside anyway? But he is a heavy sleeper… but it's lonely at night like this so… should I…?
Elsa felt her heart pound against her chest, he was just her petty crush. She threw away the doubt and fear and finally clicked 'Call' and put the phone against her ear.
Right after the phone rung, the voice message took over.
"Oh, uh, yo! Jackson here. I—" she could hear police sirens and yelling over the phone, quite muffled. "—am kinda busy right now. You know, homework and everything with the loud ruckus outside." Gunfires. How odd. "Woah, tonight's quite loud isn't it? Sorry about that. Leave a message if you called to say somethin—HEY SAL SHUT UP OKAY DON'T GET SO EXCITED OVER THE WINTER THIEF OR I'LL—"
The message was cut.
Elsa cocked her head in confusion, Jackson never does his homework on a weekend. He never did homework. So why now? She shrugs though she knew Jackson was up to no good.
"Jackson, Elsa here. Lonely. Call back ASAP, okay?"
She ends the call immediately as she clicks on the 'dismiss' button before stuffing another serving of chocolate in her face. Falling back on her mattress her eyes wander up the ceiling, wandering what Jackson was really doing right now.
Maybe he's fallen asleep already, or he's replaying his favorite anime over and over again, or he's playing a serious round in Tekken, or maybe he really is studying.
Elsa laughs at the last thought.
And as she does so, a piece of chocolate slips between her fingers, rolling down the mattress and onto the floor. She immediately sits up and jumps out of bed to pick the chocolate before it stained the floor, she definitely didn't was her father to find out she's been sneaking chocolate in her room—or worst, Anna would find out.
As she crouches down to pick the chocolate between her fingers a chill of winter air suddenly rushes in her room sending chills run up and down her spine as her eyes shot open to the unfamiliar sting of the foreign air enveloping her room. She was positively sure she shut her window before going to slee—
Elsa's eyes widen as her head jerks towards the shadow at her window.
An all grand top hat sat above winter unruly hair, a gentleman in a white tux standing just in front of her window as his shadow hovers around her completely blocking the moonlight behind him. Cape flying behind him as if he was superman and she was his victim to be saved. Electric blue eyes piercing through her soul stared deep into her blue pools as his lips ever so slowly form a tempting smile.
Elsa had to admit, he was rather dashing but…
Black shoes stepping slowly inside her room, making the slightest sound in the night.
Her body's frozen to the sight of the man before her.
She steps back as he does so, fear and worry crippling in the back of her mind as she protectively braces one arm over her chest. Fingers twitching as she tries to find the words to say, but they get caught in her throat.
"Who—who are you?!" she says shakily, her other hand finding a weapon behind her to at least knock out this mystery man before her.
He grazes a finger on her thin lips shushing her before pulling her against him.
A bolt from the blue struck Elsa's body. Not only has a complete stranger entered her room, but now she's nearly pressed against him. Her whole body was frozen in shock, unable to move against him.
"Hush, milady," he says against her ear, her hair tickling his face. She swallows the lump in her throat. "You don't want to wake up the whole neighborhood, would you?"
She jerks her head to take a better look of his face, blue eyes casted upon her own. His presence and looks clearly resembled…
No. It couldn't be. It can't be.
"Jack. Jack Frost. The Winter Thief. And I have come…" he says as he slowly grazes one hand to cup her face and the other planting on her hip. His winter breath ragged against her own. Leaning… leaning… leaning…
"...To steal your heart."
Before she knew it soft mint flavored lips plants against her magenta ones as he angles her face towards him. Her breath hitches in her throat as shock waves spread through her body as if his lips were electric, sending her body ablaze. His eyes fall shut as he firmly grasps her face nearer against him, his lips almost grazing her teeth in the sudden action. Forced, yet oddly gentle.
She's never kissed a guy before.
She's never kissed a stranger before.
Her delicate, chaste lips now belonging to him. All his.
Fingers twitching unable to find something to hold onto, not him, definitely not him, though she needed support as her knees tremble in defeat as his hand wraps along her petite waist. Elsa swore her heart was going to jump out her chest as thunder struck her as she came back to earth, now putting up a struggle in intentions of pushing the thief away.
She feels him smile against her lips, a sly devious smile.
Both hands firmly wrap along her, leaving her helpless against him as he still had his lips against hers.
Her chest heaves as she suddenly releases a moan of surrender against his lips, her eyes rolling in the back of her head and into a shut as she ever so slightly, unsurely began to kiss him back, a bead of sweat forming in alabaster skin.
He smiles.
Elsa shot her eyes open once more to the sudden absence of the thief she was kissing just seconds ago, she sees him at her window with a genuine grin plastered in his face. She doesn't notice he's pulled away from her, making a whimper escape her lips, a cry of protest.
He waves at her.
"Mission… accomplished," winking and jumping out the window as he glides into the air using his cape as wings he turns back to meet her gaze.
"Elsa Arendelle, we shall meet again," he says before disappearing into the midnight stars, the stars befalling upon them.
Elsa was left flabbergasted, still breathless from her very first kiss as her knees tremble again as she falls to the ground, astonished at what had just happened. She lightly slaps her cheek trying to make sure everything wasn't just a dream and that she wasn't just seeing things.
She looks down her palm to find a snowflake slowly melting at her touch.
"Jack… Jack Frost," she lets his name slip out of her lips, still in a trance.
She feels a swirl of longing in her gut, a feeling of absence she's never felt before. All her life she's been known to be the Queen of the school, completely independent and in no need of other's pity at all. But for once in her life, she's felt the need of someone to make her feel… wanted.
And he's disappeared into the darkness. Leaving her to think if she would ever meet him again.
She snaps back to earth as the harsh buzz of her phone makes her nearly crush the snowflake at hand. She fumbles for her phone beneath her sheets and triumphantly smiles as she finds it at hand.
Her eyes widen at realization of who the message came from.
Jackson Overland:
Sorry for the late reply, got lost in the books. So, anything interesting that happened to you tonight? Sorry, I can't call right now. Don't wanna wake Emma up.
She bit her lower lip as she glances out her window once more.
"Jackson, you're not going to believe what just happened."
i suck ik. but i tried cuz i really like this ship and detective conan so... this was the outcome. hope you enjoyed, reviews are greatly appreciated. ;3 till next time bros!