Her mind was shaking. Her thoughts were erupting. Her insides felt hot and steamy instead of the usual coldness she felt. It was all so new to Elsa, she didn't know how to handle it.
Jack was changing her. He was making her go crazy, go insane, making her want him as much as he wanted her, and she didn't appreciate it because this was another thing she wasn't in control of. He made her want to use her powers, for better or for worse she didn't really know much less care - all she knew was that he was making her feel something she had never felt in her entire eighteen years and she didn't want to let the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in her chest whenever thoughts of his came to existence go out.
The frost, her frost, his frost, their snow, their coldness proved that they shouldn't be together. They couldn't. The ice that molded their swollen hearts would always prevent them to become. Jack said so himself. So why was her mind screaming his name?
Probably because Jack was a hypocrite. As much as he says they can't be together his body begged a differ. And when Elsa felt his hands roam her hair and soft lips press up against her own she knew she was already gone and he was the one who captured her.
His eyes reminded her of the sea. Which was incredibly weird because Elsa had never seen an actual ocean, just pictures. But if the dark blue waves elapsed over and over like a total mass of weight to another just like in the pictures, attracting and drowning, then she knew that was the only thing Jack's eyes could possibly be described as and sadly she was the one who was drowning.
But even as she fell, down and down, slowly and then fast into his dangerous sea, she could not find through all her anger, and sadness, and discourage, a single regret.
