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Chapter 3: A Ball

A Few Months Later

Jack was in his bedroom in the barracks. He gazed into the mirror that was hung next to his bed. He could see his nervous self, gazing back at him. It wasn't as if he was scared or anything like that. He just wanted to do his kingdom proud and he wanted to do Elsa proud. She picked him. He had to do her justice. So for the last few months, whenever Jack could, he trained for the tournament. He had to make sure he was on form and at the moment he thought he could very well be. Jack clipped his sword to his belt and then placed his uniform's hat on the top of his head. He straightened himself up and headed out the door and into the Great Hall.

Today was the day before the tournament and at the moment a ball was being held in honour of all the invited guests. When Jack entered the Great Hall, he could see many different people representing so many different kingdoms. He headed up the side of the hall and took a stand next to the throne where Queen Elsa was sitting. Next to her were Princess Anna and her husband, Prince Kristoff. No doubt their three children were all upstairs fast asleep. Elsa didn't move when Jack took up position next to her. She just leaned back in her chair and slightly tilted her head in his direction.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Yes your majesty," Jack said.

"Good," Elsa smiled at her guests. "Are you fully prepared for tomorrow?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Good," Elsa repeated and the smile on her face got larger.

"We have to win this year Elsie," Anna said leaning over to be a part of their conversation.

"We do indeed," Elsa responded to her younger sister.

"If we don't I don't think I could ever look Lady Toothiana in the eye again."

Elsa turned to look at Anna and gave her an exasperated look.

"Did you make another bet with her? You know you always loose."

"This year, I just have this feeling, you know?"

"Last time you had the same feeling about Heidi being a boy."

"Oh hush, this year I know it's our year."

"Well maybe it's because we have a real winner," Elsa smiled up at Jack which made him even more nervous which had nothing to do with the tournament tomorrow.

"Your majesty," Jack saw Kai say to Elsa which interrupted their conversation, "may I introduce Lord Pitch Black of The Southern Isles."

A man with dark pale skin step forwarded. He was wearing a black suit with seemed to go with his black eyes and his black hair. He was very tall and very skinny. Jack instantly got shivers from the man and had the feeling that he shouldn't be trusted at all. Jack gave Elsa a sideways glance and saw that she was forcing a smile to appear on her face. By the look of things, she was feeling the same way towards Lord Pitch Black as he was.

"Your majesty," Lord Black said stepping forward to give Elsa a kiss on the hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet the famous Snow Queen."

Even his voice sounded silky and smooth which gave the impression he was not all that he seemed. Jack started to hate him more and more. Pitch gave Elsa's companions a smile before he returned his grin to her.

"Such an honour indeed," He continued and gave another bow.

"Your Lordship is too kind," Elsa said. "I hear you are competing in the tournament."

"Yes I am," Pitch said. "Last time The Southern Isles did not do too well against your Champion, Sir Astor Bunnymund, I believe is his name."

"Yes," Elsa nodded.

"But this time, we may have more luck on our side," Pitch continued.

"I don't know about that," Elsa said, "as we have a real Champion on our side."

"We shall see your majesty," Pitch then slid away into the shadows bowing gracefully as he went.

Once he was out of earshot, Elsa let out a sigh of relief.

"I hate that guy," she said.

"So do I," Anna agreed and she shivered. "Just being near him was enough to send shivers up my spine."

"Ah now here comes someone more agreeable," Elsa smiled at whoever was approaching.

"Queen Elsa," boomed a loud Russian voice.

A man so vast, Jack had to take a step back to get a full view, came towards them. He was wearing a large red coat underneath a red suit. He had a scruffy and long white beard to match his long white hair. He spread his arms wide and instead of bowing and giving Elsa a kiss on the hand like Pitch had done, the man picked Elsa up in both hands and gave her a bone crushing hug.

"Pleasure to see you again Lord North," Elsa said gasping for breath as North put her back down.

"And to you too," North boomed. It seemed he was incapable of saying anything a decimal less that a shout.

"Who is your Champion this year Lord North?" Anna asked.

"Oh it's one of my favourites," North grinned at them all. "He's my go to guy, Sir Sandman, very quick and people underestimate him a lot based on his size."

"They do indeed," Kristoff said. "I remember seeing him at the last games when he was up against Lord Brun. He didn't stand a chance against Sandy."

"That was quite an interesting bout no doubt about that," North agreed. "Ah here he comes now."

A small man with hair the colour of the sun came into view. He was wearing long yellow robes that went splendidly with his hair. He bowed to the three royals and gave Elsa a kiss on her hand.

"Your majesty," was all that Sir Sandman said before he went quiet.

"I'm sorry, he doesn't like to talk much," North said giving Sandy a whack on the shoulder.

"Unlike my sister here," Elsa muttered which earned her a glowering look from Anna and a snigger from Kristoff.

"And who is this charming young man standing next to you Queen Elsa?" North said when he spotted Jack.

"Oh this is Sir Jackson Frost," Elsa introduced. "He is my Captain of my Guard. He will be fighting for Arendelle tomorrow."

"Ah, very good, very good," boomed North. "Well I hope to see a find ballet between the pair of them. Something worthy to see no doubt about that."

"Indeed," Elsa smiled.

North soon spotted someone he knew and he walked away to greet that person.

"Who was that?" Jack asked. He almost shouted as his eardrums had been so damaged by North's loud voice.

"Lord Nikolas North," Elsa said. "A fine man but who needs to learn that other people like their eardrums."

"Once again, I agree with you dear sister," Anna said.

"How about a dance with your fine husband?" Kristoff said extending his hand to Anna.

"Well that is an offer that I can't refuse," Anna smiled.

Kristoff led Anna down onto the dance floor and a waltz started playing. Both Elsa and Jack watched the happy couple dance and dance around the floor. Elsa sighed and saw that she had a rather big grin on her face. Jack knew that Elsa was glad that her little sister had found someone so great to spend her life with.

"So um, who are you going to dance with?" Jack asked nervously.

"I'm all danced out," Elsa said.

"What a shame," Jack smiled. "I was going to offer you one."

He could see Elsa turning a little red at his words.

"Well one more dance won't kill me," she said.

Jack bowed and held out his hand to her. Elsa took it. Her touch seemed ice cold but to Jack it was the most pleasant thing about it. The cold had never bothered him anyway. Jack led Elsa onto the dance floor where they got into position. Jack placed one hand on her hip while the other firmly grasping her other hand. The music started up and Elsa and Jack danced around the dance floor. Jack's eyes never left Elsa as they swayed around in time with the music. When the music stopped, Jack bowed to Elsa.

"Thank you for the lovely dance," he said.

"I didn't know you could dance," Elsa said.

"Well two bored children have to do something to amuse themselves," Jack smiled. "I learnt with my little sister. We practiced while listening to the musicians in the town square."

"Sounds nice."

Jack escorted Elsa back to her throne where she sat down. It wasn't long before Anna and Kristoff joined them. As soon as they all sat down, Lord Pitch Black returned. He bowed low and offered his hand to Elsa's for a dance.

"Your majesty, may I have this dance?" he asked her.

"Er," Jack saw Elsa slightly hesitate. "Alright then."

Pitch took Elsa's hand and led her back onto the dance floor. The three of them watched as they danced together. Jack waited until the dance was over. He could see Pitch trying to persuade Elsa into another one but Elsa feigned tiredness which Pitch seemed to accept. Elsa quickly walked back to her seat and fell into it. Anna and Kristoff headed back onto the dance floor for one last dance. Jack decided to wander around the hall to check that everything was up to scratch. He didn't like the look that Lord Black was giving Elsa.

Elsa watched as Jack walked around the Great Hall, checking to see if everything was going smoothly. She was glad she had someone like him keeping an eye on things. Elsa could always relax knowing he was on guard. Elsa's eyes fell back on Pitch who was talking to Prince Mathias, who was brother to King Viktor and in turn was also a brother of the infamous Prince Hans. Elsa couldn't make out what they were saying but it appeared to be quite important. Elsa hoped that they weren't discussing her but of course they would be. If she didn't know any better, King Viktor had sent Prince Mathias and Lord Black to get some kind of deal out of her. They had been trying for years but the memory of Hans was too painful. Elsa wanted nothing more to do with the Southern Isles. It wasn't as if she wanted to go to war with them or something like that. She just didn't want to have to deal with that family. A view which was shared by her sister and her brother-in-law. Anna collapsed in the seat next to her and told Kristoff to go get them some drinks. Kristoff soon scurried off leaving the two sisters alone. Elsa could practically feel Anna's smirk on her. Elsa tried to ignore it as long as possible but she couldn't.

"What?" Elsa said.

"Oh nothing," Anna said with the air that it was of no real importance.

Elsa swivelled her head around to see her sister. Elsa knew that Anna was up to something which was something that didn't amuse Elsa.

"Anna," Elsa warned. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," Anna repeated in a bright tone.

"Anna I know that look. If you're trying to help me find my 'true love'…."

"Oh come on Elsa! I found mine!"

"I seemed to recall you saying the same thing about Hans."

"Oh hush, he doesn't count."

Elsa rolled her eyes but didn't actually say anything. She was sure that Anna had concocted some half brain scheme to set her up with some member of the ball. Besides, she wasn't interested in any of them anyway.

"So come on Elsa, there must be someone here who you like," Anna continued.

"Yeah, I don't know who to pick," Elsa said sarcastically. "The Earl from Corona who cannot stop talking about pasta, the Duke from Sweden who could be my grandfather or the creepy Lord Pitch from The Southern Isles."

"Oh come on," Anna said. "There is a lot more choice than that. What about the Duke from Jeparth? He's nice, your age and actually has conversation beyond Italian cuisine."

"I suppose," Elsa said but as she said it her eyes landed on Jack who was still walking around the hall. She quickly changed her tact. "But I hear he's intended for someone else, if I recall correctly."

"Oh man," Anna looked disappointed. "He would have been perfect for you."

Somehow Elsa wouldn't have thought so.

The night slowly wound down and came to an end. Elsa was glad of it. She was tired and wanted to go to bed. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy herself, oh no. She had thoroughly enjoyed herself but it was quite energy draining smiling all the time and being introduced to endless people. Elsa was glad to see her bed. She quickly got changed and slid into the warmness of her bed. It felt so comfy and satisfying. She snuggled into her pillow and drew the sheets closer into her.

Her mind drifted into what Anna was saying about someone at the ball being of interested to her. Elsa had initially thought no but what if her brain was lying to her? What if she was in fact interested in a certain silvery blonde boy? Nah, she couldn't be. It was absurd to think the way she was thinking or to think of him in that way. She hardly knew him, well not really but still a few months wasn't a long period of time. But what if there was some kind of deep connection or something along those lines that Anna would always go one about whenever she talked about her relationship with Kristoff. Elsa couldn't help but think that something was keeping her back pursuing other potential relationships. Was it him?

A/N: I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. Please review =)