"Oh shit, what have I done?" The blonde girl mumbled to herself, keeping a hold of the pan and staring at the boy on the floor. "Hey, you had to, you don't know who the hell he is!"
Stepping closer to the boy, the blonde girl slowly knelt down beside the boy and brushed the strands of white blonde hair away from his face so she was able to see him better. As his face was revealed, her mouth fell open slightly and looked at him with warm eyes.
"Wow"
"What?"
Jumping back, the girl held up the frying pan as the white haired boy opened his eyes so his ice blue eyes met her own. Lifting his hand up to the back of his head, Jack began to sit up and easily got up to his feet again, never taking his eyes off of the blonde girl in front of him, holding the frying pan above her head.
"Who are you?" She asked, glaring at the boy who had made his way into her home.
"I'm Jack, Jack Frost?" He said carefully, his hand gripping his hockey stick, preparing to defend himself if she were to swing the pan again. "And you?"
"Rapunzel Gothel" The blonde girl said, finally making herself known as she attempted to challenge him.
"Well Rapunzel, it really is a pleasure to meet you, will you be hitting me with the pan again or shall I relax?" Jack asked her with a slight laugh in his voice.
"I'm not dropping the pan" Rapunzel told him, her lips forming into a displeasing pout.
"Okay, fine. Do you live here as well? I'm just moving in, I guess I didn't make a good first impression seeing as you felt the need to hit me with the pan"
By then, Rapunzel wasn't able to stop the smile from making its way onto her lips and she placed the pan back down on the cooker. She realized then that she probably should have paid attention to the fact that he had let himself in, meaning that he probably had a key to the door, either that or he could pick locks but his last statement had proved that the latter wasn't true.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to people letting themselves in during the middle of the night" Rapunzel apologized, running a hand through her golden locks before giving him an apologetic smile.
"Its okay, just next time you may want a different weapon instead of a frying pan, I mean I'm not sure how many people you'll be able to scare using the same thing which is used to cook bacon of a morning" Jack told her with a grin.
"You're just glad Merida isn't here, she'd have got the bow and arrow out without even blinking" She told him, giving him a shrug of the shoulder. "Hey, do you need any help with your bags?"
"Uh.. nah I'll unpack it in the morning, I mean I don't want to risk getting hit with the pan again" The white haired boy jestered before jumping up onto the kitchen counter and giving Rapunzel a smile. "Has anyone told you that you have some seriously long hair?"
Rolling her eyes, Rapunzel decided to ignore the obvious about her hair and instead ran a hand through it. She liked the length of her hair, her mother did anyway, personally Rapunzel would want it a bit shorter but her mother didn't want her to, she wanted it to stay long, blond and golden. Though she disagreed, Rapunzel kept it at the length it was for her mother, knowing that she hadn't done much for her mother but at least by keeping the hair she was keeping her happy. Picking up the frying pan again, Rapunzel turned around so she was facing Jack and lightly tapped him on the cheek with it.
"Now, I'm going to bed, I'm also keeping the frying pan, so don't even think about disturbing me" Rapunzel tried warning, but knowing that her voice couldn't sound bitchy even if she tried.
Watching her pick up a sketch pad he hadn't even realized was there, Jack didn't look away until she was out of sight and then chuckled to himself, running a hand through his hair and over the bump which had formed from where Rapunzel had hit him. Moving around the kitchen, Jack picked up a piece of paper which was on the floor and opened it up to see a very detailed drawing on it of a girl dancing. Shrugging, Jack shoved it in his back pocket and made his way up the stairs and then up again to his room.
Noticing the second door, Jack nudged it open with his foot only to see an entirely bare room, nothing was in there, not even a bed or even a wardrobe. Shrugging, Jack turned back to the only other door and kicked it open so the room was revealed. Smiling, he made his way into the room and span around, taking in the room before collapsing on the bed and letting out a large sigh.
"Girls and frying pans really are a lethal combination" He mumbled through a yawn before laying down on one side, not bothering to change and eventually fell into a peaceful sleep.