Frisky Fame Part 3
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Jack and Elsa are owned by DreamWorks and Disney, respectively.
"No, no, no," Elsa shook her head. "I won't do it. There's nothing you can do to make me act part of my life." The two publicists stared back her with identical frowns.
"Come on guys," the man-whore said next to her, "she's clearly uncomfortable in my presence."
Elsa's mouth dropped open. She turned to Jack Frost and wanted more than anything to slap him…again. He smirked impishly and looked at the directors. "It's been a year since we filmed, which means the film has come out. That means publicity stunts! You are the starring characters. Everyone wants an interview with the both of you." Elsa's publicist, her sister, begged with her big round eyes. Elsa had trouble not caving in to Anna's request, but not this time. She loathed Jack Frost. He'd done some messed up shit to her and she didn't intend on pretending she liked him.
"We don't care about the break up. You will do this because you are under a contract. Stop being childish," Jack's producer, Aster Bunnymund rolled his eyes. Jack gave him a look, to which Bunny hit him upside the head.
"So let's recap!" Anna smiled widely between the unwilling young adults. "You have a video interview, but it's live. Act like a couple. Go!"
"Anna, I feel sick. Please!" Elsa begged, clasping her hands like she was praying.
Anna shoved her out towards the couch. She stumbled in her heels but found her footing before hitting the floor. "Watch your face, you don't want to mess it up any more," Jack snorted as he graciously walked to his seat. Elsa flipped him off as she sat beside him. She didn't retort until the interviewer, Jane, sat down in her seat.
"Hey, you forgot your nightlight at my house, Jack. I can't sleep with the Thomas the Train patterns bouncing on my walls," Elsa patted his chest. Jack clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists while Elsa giggled.
"You have a nightlight?" Jane inquired. Jack mumbled a curse under his breath, directed at Elsa.
"No, I don't," he cleared his throat.
"Sure," Jane looked over their shoulders to the director. He counted down and then they were filming live on air. Now this couch was already small enough, but Jack wrapped his hand around Elsa's waist and tried to slide her into his side. She fought him, but he only sighed and waited for Jane. "We have Jack Frost and Elsa Winters here with us, straight from the first screening of their new movie Frozen 2." Elsa plastered a smile on her face while Jack merely nodded his head. "We have loads of questions for you two about the film." Elsa sighed. Maybe they could get through this interview without mentioning their 'relationship.' "However, the fans are more interested in the two of you!"
"I don't blame them. I am something to look at," Jack shrugged and leaned back on the couch. Elsa fought the urge to roll her eyes. She smiled again and kicked his foot.
"Nobody's seen an interview with either of you since you walked off stage from your last interview. Now at the end, Jack announced that you've been sleeping each other for the past three months. Can you tell me what you two are exactly in this moment?"
This time, Elsa did roll her eyes. Everyone knew they were 'together.' They really had been up until a month ago when she'd caught Jack alone with not one but two girls in the house they'd shared. A pile of clothes was in the corner and the girls were in lingerie, or that's what she assumed. She couldn't make out much definition, but the only clothing on their covered their boobs and underwear. She'd put two and two together quickly enough and kicked him out the moment the girls left. She didn't tell anyone, Jack included, why they broke apart. What was done was done. She didn't want Jack sweet-talking his way back into her broken heart and she didn't want anyone else getting a glimpse at it. Needless to say, Jack was still pissed about it considering all she said was, "I know what you did and I'm not going to stick around for it to happen again."
The media was getting antsy. Normally, you could catch them out together at least once a week, but nobody's said much either way.
"Can you tell me what anyone is these days, Jane?" Jack rolled his eyes, too. "People can get together and fuck without emotion or they can be hopelessly in love. That's the only two options, no?" Jane blinked and looked more than confused. Elsa jabbed Jack in the ribs and smiled sweetly into his face. It would seem to most people she was teasing him when really she wanted to inflict as much pain as humanly possible to the man.
"He means we are seeing each other exclusively. Anything past that is for you to decide," she decided she'd better start selling them. Still with his arm around her, Jack almost jumped when she pressed her lips to his cheek.
Jane smiled knowingly. "The world has named the two of you as the 'two most ironic actors.' You play children's heroes but are equally known for your large sexual appetites."
"Make sense for us to be together, doesn't it, sweetheart," Jack's hand blatantly groped Elsa's ass. She froze. Her mind reeled back through the blissfully happy memories that she used to associate with his hand running over her body. She was plagued suddenly with images of Jack's hands running over the two women in the loft, time and time again. Granted, she didn't see anything close to that, but her mind didn't hold back.
"Excuse me," Elsa smiled, but it physically hurt to put on her face. She made a mad sprint to the bathroom and loomed over the sink positive she'd vomit. After holding her hair back for a minute or so, she decided she could breathe again without wanting to puke. Shuddering, she stepped out of the bathroom to meet Anna's frown.
"Elsa, what is this about?" Anna asked. She had more concern than anger in her voice, but that just made Elsa feel guilty.
"N-nothing," Elsa sighed. She'd been throwing up often, another reason she didn't want to come today. Knowing this, however, Elsa didn't eat anything that day. Whenever she was forced to think about the things Jack did, her stomach retaliated. She wanted to say she was sick, but she honestly didn't think any mild illness would last over a week. Again, she blamed it on the sickening thoughts of her ex-love with anyone else.
"Have you eaten today?" Anna asked and wrapped her hands onto her shoulder. Elsa hung her head in shame. Here it came. "Elsa Winters! You're already a stick. It's critical that you eat. Here," A bagel was shoved into Elsa's face. She took a sigh and grabbed the bread. "Now get back out there. They are ready to kill you."
Elsa nodded and nibbled on the bagel as she walked towards the filming room. She stopped before Jack could catch sight of her as she finished the bagel. "-Jack, how are you handling being exclusive?"
Elsa was glad she was off screen. She thought she might have strangled him as he answered this one. "Strong, independent women like Elsa don't come around often, Jane. There's not a question that I could do far, far worse. The struggle is keeping her to myself, truly. I can imagine that half the world would die to be in my position."
That was the problem with the world, Jack. Half the world already was in his cheating position. Except for that little comment, his speech was almost nice. Without Elsa in the scene, he was capable of speaking fondly of her. It was a surprise that she shook off. Elsa walked back to the couch and smiled faintly.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling the hottest," she said as she took a sip of the water beside her. She could feel Jack's eyes studying her face and kicked his foot again. "Where were we?"
"I was just about to ask the details of your first date!" Jane clapped her hands together in excitement. Elsa and Jack looked at each other and blanched. Their first date could be considered a number of times, most of which consisted of them finding interesting places around the city to have sex. Her stomach churned. "You were first seen together at the ice skating rink."
Elsa breathed a sigh of relief. That was actually modest. She tried recalling the memory in detail, but it'd been so long since she thought of him that way. "Jack, why don't you tell it? You are the professional storywriter."
Jack chuckled heartily at that. "We didn't have plans to even hang out on Saturday way back when. I decided on bringing her Chinese food for a surprise dinner, her favorite, but my godfather's twin granddaughters, basically my sisters, decided I needed to make it official. They stole my food and shoved me out of the car at Elsa's doorstep."
He took a break for water. Elsa remembered how flustered he'd been when she buzzed him into her apartment. He had claimed he was bringing five star cooking but got robbed and now had nothing to woo her with. She smiled at the memory and took over the story. "When I let him in, Jack was a nervous wreck!"
"I was not!" Jack defended, shoving Elsa's shoulder. She turned to him, a knowing smile on her lips.
"Yes, you were! He looked like he'd been caught robbing a store!" Elsa mimicked his face and Jack thoroughly fell laughing into her shoulder, clutching his stomach. "Anyways," she giggled, looking back at Jane as Jack still laughed into her side, "I invited him in and we made food together. I told him how, when I was little, the best hot chocolate was near the ice rink in Rockefeller Center. He was adamant about going there, since it was near Christmas."
Jack, who was now upright and grinned, slung an arm around Elsa's shoulders. "This girl skated circles around me the whole night. I had basic training for the Rise of the Guardians, but Elsa Winters knew her shit."
Elsa blushed and met his smile warmly, finally not having to fake it. "Jack shoved me down when it got dark. He fell right on top of me, of course, and kissed me, thinking the press couldn't get a picture in the darkening sun." She shared a rueful glance at Jack, who was chuckling at his antics. "Cue flash!"
"Or maybe I was just tried of being flogged by girls and needed to make Elsa and I official," Jack lifted his hands up with a mischievous smirk. "The world will never know."
"You asshole," Elsa feigned disgust but couldn't hide the smile as she hit his shoulder. She and Jack connected eyes and she was reminded of how in love she'd been with him that night. It was the first time he'd seemed like a suitable boyfriend. Her smile faded as she looked into his bright blue eyes. She missed those days with Jack. They'd been so happy together. He claimed she was his everything. He claimed he could drop down on one knee and marry her then and there if she wanted by the third date. Of course, they spent many more hookups together than dates.
Elsa wondered if that was where they went wrong. She just didn't expect that she couldn't meet his sexual needs. They had been basically made for each other's appetites. She would always wonder why he did it.
"In the movie, you fall slowly in love. Did your real emotions ever conflict with those in the movie?" Jane asked, looking towards Elsa. She, however, was lost in her memories, staring down at her feet. Jack looked between Elsa's sullen expression and to Jane.
"Um," he said, and Jane looked to him. "The beginning was the hardest for me. Elsa's character had the smallest, thinnest outfits. I had to constantly remind myself that it was a kid's movie. By the end, being in love was something I did every second of the day. It was better than the beginning where we fought over little next to nothing."
"So this is serious between the two of you?" Jane asked, again looking for more emotion out of Elsa. Jack looked with concern at her, not understanding why she was so zoned out. He grasped her hand, scooting closer. Elsa subconsciously intertwined their hands.
"What? Oh, yes, it's quite serious," Elsa nodded her head and looked at their hands. Her head was spinning. She wanted to be done with this horrid interview. It was torture. She hated remembering their good times. It tore at her heart. She had been so sure Jack was perfect for her, and she for him. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well." Elsa said, taking deep, hot breaths. Her hand folded over her chest, trying to slow her pulse. She felt heat rushing to her cheeks and head.
"Elsa, what's going on?" Jack asked, searching her eyes with worry in hopes to find an answer. She fanned herself to try to get the lightheaded feeling away.
"Please, give me a second to breathe," Elsa panted. Jack nodded and looked at Jane with his dazzling smile. Jane seemed unsure but continued on with the questions.
"Was your relationship a secret on set?" she asked. Elsa could barely hear them talking by now. This was more than nausea over Jack and her break up. She truly felt like she needed to go to the hospital.
"Yes," Jack nodded, eyes flickering to Elsa again. She stood up now just to get away from his body heat. She was so incredibly hot. "Once, North, my godfather and coworker, caught Elsa and I in my dressing room, er, kissing. He made a huge ordeal out of it, but we were able to cover it up by saying we were 'practicing.' In fact, that's the reason Jack and Elsa ever did kiss in the movie. Originally, I planned on Elsa giving Jack a peck, but I had to up it one just to save our skins."
Jane laughed wholeheartedly. "I think we all could thank you on that note. Despite being a children's movie, your all's kiss made every girl swoon."
"I think I'm going to swoon," Elsa muttered. Jack's head shot with concern towards her. He gave her the rest of his water when she ran out of hers. All their teasing seemed to have disappeared, along with their acting.
"Jack, do you think your fans will be happy or jealous over your relationship?" Jane asked, clearly given up on Elsa by now. His eyes kept flirting to check on Elsa.
"Hmm? Oh, well I wasn't expecting anyone to take it well. I mean, look at me," he snickered as Elsa still managed to hit him upside the head. "A few of my fans actually tried to break us up. Remember, Els? We were at the movies and Elsa got up to get something to eat. Another girl sat down in her place, but I couldn't tell in the low light. I knew something was up she grew insistent of making out…again. See, we had already been told if we 'showed PDA again, we'd be thrown out.' Elsa showed up before anything serious happened. She was pissed in the beginning that I almost cheated on her, willingly or not. I had a lot of groveling that night."
She remembered how angry she'd felt then, but she was wrong. If he had really cheated on her then, she would have been crushed, not angry. She was crushed when he cheated on her with two girls. She still was crushed. That story reminded her of just how easy it must have been for Jack to cheat. It reminded her of how much she couldn't stand his or her fame anymore. It reminded her of that horrible night, watching the two giggling, nearly identical blondes skip our of her house, hair wet, with sweat she'd assumed. She had wanted to puke. Her stomach had churned and flipped. She nearly did, right there in the bush outside of their loft door.
Now, she felt similar. Her stomach was a storm, flipping upside down and left and right. It hurt a lot. Her head was swimming as well. It was all too much. One second, everything was bright. The next second, she was puking her guts up all over the floor. It wasn't much, considering she'd barely eaten anything that day. It was mainly hacking, tiring hacking and coughing up bread and water.
"Elsa!" Jack gasped. He jumped to his feet immediately and grabbed her hair, holding the braid back from her sprits of food, much like he used to do after a night of intense clubbing and drinking. Finally, it seemed to be over. She stood up on her wobbly heels, but her lightheadedness was only worse. However, her nausea had passed.
"Let me just-," Elsa squirmed out of Jack's arms. The heat was surrounding her, getting closer and closer. She squinted her eyes and grabbed her shirt, ripping it out of her skirt and tearing the buttons off. Instantly, she felt relief, but it wasn't enough.
"Elsa, what are you doing?" Jack shouted, but he was so far away. It was like she was underwater, and slowly the blackness covered all of her vision. Then, she was out.
A/N: What is this? What? A cliff hanger, you say? Por qué? Well, what did you think? What is going on? Why did Jack do what he did? Did he do what he did? Does anyone know what really happened?
