Author's Note: Hello everybody, thank you to ALL of the reviewers and readers! To the guest reviewer named Rush: your points are very true and Elsa's job did cost her a lot. You're right, Elsa should have left the house that had so many bad memories and gotten an apartment or something, but in my story this job was the first thing that came to her mind and though she will come to her senses, she hasn't quite at the moment. She's clever enough to use protection and nothing health wise has gone wrong so far. Also, it seems that she hasn't come across any serial killers…yet. Elsa has been doing this job for just under a year, in case you were wondering. Yes, it does appear that Jack has no respect for any woman, but all of his motivations and reasons will be revealed later.

I will probably be updating once or twice a week, depending on when my exams are.

I do not own any of the characters.

Jack's Pov

I woke up on the sofa of Easter's house cold and tired. I may as well have not slept at all.

When I finally found the energy to get up I find my way to the table.

"Ah, Jack Frost!" Easter's dad called to me. "How are you, my boy?"

"I'm alright thanks," I yawned. "How about you?"

"Well, the day has started, and I have the rest of it to go. I am optimistic!" He chuckled.

"I can see where Easter gets all his hope from," I smiled.

"Ah, yes, Bunny. He left early this morning. He asked you to meet him at the café by your school. What's it called…? Jamie's? Is that it?"

"It sure is. Thank you," I said, and I grabbed my jumper and left the house.

I recalled the meeting with Elsa Royal last night, who was probably on the way back from her work. She completely rewrote what I thought about her. She had more guts than I thought.

As I was walking, I heard my phone ring. I squeezed it out of my pocket and answered it.

"Jack Frost."

"Mr. Frost. I am so sorry to say… do you think you can make it to the hospital? It's about your mother."

"What's happened?"

"…Just come quickly, Mr. Frost. The Frozen Hospital? Can you make it?"

"Sure, sure… I'm on my way." I hung up and began to jog towards the hospital, which unfortunately was on the other side of town.

When I got to the hospital, I was let in straight away by the reception and lead down many hallways and through wards. Finally, the nurse opened a door for me and I looked inside.

It was bright white, but not in the beautiful, sparkling way that snow is. It was burning, blinding, and accusing white. In the middle of the room there was a bed. And, peeking out from under the cream blanket was a head with a halo of brown hair around it.

"Mum?" I asked loudly.

There was a sigh and then in a breath of air: "Jack."

"What's happened to her?" I asked the nurse.

"Your mother fell down the stairs, Mr. Frost," she said. "She has broken an arm, a couple of ribs and her neck."

"That much from just one fall?" I gasped.

"Yes Mr. Frost, it is a bit of a question. But your mother was extremely lucky: it was only the bone and not the nerve in her neck that was broken, otherwise she would be paralysed. I think you should go and talk to her."

I nodded and slid quickly towards my mum. She looked pretty battered, and there was a feeling of guilt that I had just left her. Maybe if I had stayed, then she wouldn't have fallen? It didn't seem to fit together but at the same time it did. Maybe they were both linked?

"Mum?"

"Jack?" She whispered.

And then for the first time in forever, I felt something flip my stomach. I felt drained, and useless, and stupid.

I felt guilt.

For everything I had said to her, my mother. I had been so horrible to her for the last few years, and even after the wicked things I had screamed at her last night she still loved me.

"I'm here mum." I mumbled and gently picked up her hand from the arm that wasn't broken, and squeezed it gently.

"Jack …"

"I'm sorry, mum."

She was half asleep, I could see, and I doubted she would even remember this when she woke up.

"I'm…" I paused and sighed.

"You're what, Jack?" I imagined her asking me this, looking at me questioningly. But she merely fluttered her eyes a little more and just whispered her most apparent, favourite word: "Jack."

Elsa's Pov

It had been two weeks since I had last gone to work. I needed money, I had decided, when I opened my fridge to see only the pale blue frost at the back and then to see a lonely pound coin in my purse. I scraped the last bit of peanut butter out of the tub and spread it as well as I could onto the second to last slice of stale bread. There was none left on the knife to lick clean afterwards. As I wrapped up the sandwich and put it in my bag, I decided that I would talk to Mrs. Town about the job offer.

Since I didn't have to spend time on breakfast, I got to school early. When I got to Mrs. Town's room, I was about to knock on the door when I saw through the window her talking to somebody else. I stood to the side of the door so that they couldn't see me eavesdropping. The door was thick and I could only just make out the word 'tutoring'. Someone's voice was raised slightly. "Surely there's someone else… anyone." A few minutes later no one other than Jack Frost stormed out of the classroom. When he saw me he gave me a glare before shouldering past.

I carefully pushed Mrs. Town's door open and walked slowly in. "Mrs. Town?" I said.

She looked up at me. "Ah, yes, hello, Elsa." She closed her book. It was green and I noticed the title Bullies or Bullied? from where I was standing. "Are you here about the tutoring job?" Before I could say anything she continued: "Please say you can because I've booked you up already with students this term."

"Oh…"

She handed me a piece of paper, which I took and examined. There were only three names, two printed in a thick, bold, black font: Hans South and Kristoff Bjorgman. The last name was written in scribbly blue ink (that I could barely read) and I noticed it was still wet. I glanced at Mrs. Town's desk to see the pen lying untidily there with the lid off. She had only just written the name, which meant…

I managed to make out what it said this time, but only because I knew what it was supposed to say.

Jack Frost.

Trying not to choke I mumbled as politely as I could, "Will I get paid?" I realized how rude that must have sounded so I started to fluster: "I mean-Will–No-"

Mrs. Town ignored my stuttering and said, "Yes, each session will earn you £45."

Well, that was a pretty good pay, for one hour sessions of tutoring. "Are you sure I will be alright?"

"Well the first two are fine, as they are new students who are going to start here next week, and you will only have to tutor them for the rest of the term. They already took psychology, and I have seen their grades and they are extremely good, but I am aware of the fact that they won't have studied the exact same things as us, so I would like you to just revise with them what we have already done so they have caught up by next term. Jack Frost is the only one you will be tutoring for the reason that he has fallen behind, which he has. I believe he is in your class?"

I sighed and nodded.

"Well, there you go. You will be tutoring Jack Frost."

It seemed that I wasn't going to be working my previous job shifts this school term: if I did, I'd have absolutely no time to actually have me time, whether it be studying, sleeping or watching T.V. I got through the school week manageably, avoiding Jack and his gang while I plotted my revenge. Friday after school I decided to not go home but instead to the ice skating rink. I expected it to be empty, but unfortunately it was filled with people, mainly students. I stood at the side of the road, waiting for a taxi. I was about to step forward to go up to one when someone grabbed my hand.

"Elsa?"

I turned around to see a boy around my age, with auburn hair and big eyes. "Elsa Royal?" I recognized his voice but I just couldn't put my finger on where I knew him from.

I pulled my hand away. "That's me," I said stiffly to this stranger.

"I thought so. You and your sister have something similar about you," he said. "Plus you have the same surname."

"You know my sister?" I gasped. "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry… Hans. Hans South," he said. "I am dating your sister, Anna. My old school was right next to hers. We've been dating for a week now," he added.

I felt mad that this random person knew more about my little sister than I did. I smiled though, and said, "That's nice. How long have you known each other for?"

He shrugged. "A week? Maybe a few days more."

"What?!" I almost shouted. "You've known each other for little over a week?!" I took a step back. "What is Anna doing?"

"Dating me, of course," Hans said, as though it was the most creative answer in the world.

I glared at him, before turning to walk away. "I don't think I like you. And I'll be talking to Anna about this," I added.

"You do that," he snapped back at me. "It's not like she's going to listen. She doesn't even bother to read your emails, after all," he snickered.

I flung myself around, angry. "How… What do you mean? She says she's busy…"

He chuckled. "Yeah, busy," he said sarcastically. I glared at him. "Busy having sex with me," he giggled.

I slapped him right across his stupid face at that. There was no thought to it, it just… happened.

He slowly recovered from my attack and looked at me. "You bitch," he seethed, and with all his force he shoved me, further out from the pavement, and out into the road.

And I was still stumbling.

I couldn't control my balance. I was either going to fall over into the middle of the road or keep stumbling into it. Either way, the chances of me not getting hit by a car were now very slim.

Suddenly two arms wrapped themselves around my waist and pulled me away from the road, and back onto the pavement.

"Look where you're going, you idiot," Jack Frost's voice hissed in my ear, before I saw a flash of silvery white hair and his back as he walked away.

Jack's Pov

Why I had saved Elsa Royal, I didn't know, but there was something about that Hans that I didn't like, so much that I saved his victim. After I grabbed a coffee, I made my way back to Easter's house and I found the door wide open when I got there. I walked in and found Easter with Hiccup, North and …Hans. And a bunch of that git's friends, too.

My friends seemed to be a little on the tipsy side, whereas Hans and his friends were perfectly sober, for some reason.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, hi Jack!" Easter giggled. "Come and sit down with ussssssss, please," he patted the seat beside him.

"It's alright thanks," I said bitterly. "I think I am better company alone than with some people in this room." It was subtle enough for my drunken friends to not pick up on what I was trying to say, but I caught Hans' gaze. We stared at each other for a few seconds until I looked away, angry.

"Come on, Jack," North chortled. "Hans isssssss… Hans is telling usssss about a funny story. 'Bout that Elsa girl," he added.

I sighed and sat down.

"Anyway, Rapunzel and I had just finished writing the note when we heard Elsa walking downstairs." He said. "We freaked out so badly, and I decided that the only way out was the window, so we climbed out and slid down the pipes and jumped into her car." Hans finished.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" I fumed.

"We played a prank on Elsa Royal," Hans said. "Hiccup was telling me that a few days ago you were deciding to prank her, and I was," he smiled wickedly, "inspired." He held up a ring. I looked closer to see that there were keys dangling from it. "Elsa's spare keys that Rapunzel and I found. Elsa has no control over when we go to her house or not. It's ours for the taking!"

"You're so clever, Hans," Hiccup hiccupped.

"And that's not all, my dear friends," Hans grinned. "I have a plan for tonight! We're going to go over there and prank that stupid girl beyond her wits." He pulled something else out of his pocket. I hissed when I saw it.

At this point I was seething. Who did this Hans think he was? He just swaggers round, thinking he owns the place. Well, I was sure going to put that right.

"Cat caught your tongue?" Hans grinned. "Why are you so bothered, Jack? After all, isn't she a just a stupid prostitute?"

I flung myself around and stormed out of the house, making a big effort to slam the door behind me in hope that Easter's parents would wake from their hibernation and go downstairs and beat up everyone in the living room. I couldn't believe this Hans! I would beat him up myself if I had to.

But suddenly it came to mind: if I beat him up would not be satisfactory enough to him. However, if someone he was trying to destroy beat him up… that could bring him to his knees. He would be so embarrassed! It was so clever; I couldn't believe that I had actually thought of something like that. But the only problem was that I would have to team up with the victim.

I didn't care. I slowly made my way over to Elsa Royal's house, and I gave myself enough courage to go and knock on the door.

I could have sworn I was hearing sobbing from inside, and when the door opened Elsa had red eyes and a tear stained face.

But she bravely composed herself and managed to mumble out sourly, "What do you want, Jack Frost?"

And I said, "Hans is coming, and he's got a knife. You have to let me in and I'll help you avoid him, but if you don't he might kill you."

She took a few moments to take this in before breathing, "Why should I trust you, Jack Frost?"

It took me a few minutes to process a decent answer to say to this girl who I had broken and crushed year in, year out. But there was definitely something I could say to her.

"Because I saved your life."

Things may seem a little rushed at the end! Jack's first and second connection to Elsa in this chapter… the start of his redemption… :D !