Janel: Thanks, and I agree. JELSA 4EVER! And again, thank you.
Jamjelly: *eyes suspiciously* Have you been inside my mind recently or something? Cause that was very close to what I have been planning... Hmm.
Okay, to the fans in general, this chapter should be kinda long because now I am going to be combining viewpoints. So hang on to your hats, crowns, staffs, and whatever you else you people carry around with you!
Elsa sat in her large study, shuffling through the multitude of documents and papers scattered over her desk. Her head pounded at the stress of trying to find a suitable husband, and the extra paperwork was not helping. Deciding that she would never be able to accomplish anything in the small confines of the castle, the young queen scooped the files into her arms and hastily walked down the halls. The thought of returning to the beautiful palace she had made several months earlier brought a smile to Elsa's dark pink lips.
Snow billowed behind her as the queen decided to run faster, the papers fluttering in her tight grasp. Cheerful laughs sounded as several of the young children of the kingdom watched their queen's beautiful powers. Before too long, Elsa was running and laughing along with the youngsters, grateful that she no longer had to conceal her unique abilities. It was the most fun she had had since the Royal Council had begun pressuring her into marriage.
After minutes of running and climbing, Elsa finally reached her grandest creation. Columns of ice stretched up to meet the sky as the setting sun created a kaleidoscope of colors as it filtered through the enchanted ice. A loud growl sounded from inside, freezing the queen in her tracks as she tried to remember the very familiar sound. Her eyes widened in delight as she placed the deep sounding roar, shocked that her guardian still lived. "Marshmallow, are you in here?" she called through the corridors of ice.
Barely a moment passed before the large creature rounded the corner, smiling at the woman who had created him. Marshmallow made his way over to Elsa and pulled her into a tight hug, showing how much the large creature had missed the monarch. "Mama's back?" Marshmallow asked as he set Elsa back on the ground.
"Yes, Mama's back," Elsa replied, noticing the crown glittering on the large creatures head. She chuckled as the golden crown slipped to one side of Marshmallow's head, unable to stay put in the snow. With her arms crossed, the snow queen began tapping her fingers against her arm as she set her face into a disappointed scowl. "Marshmallow, did you take my crown and not tell me about it?"
Nervous, the protective creature hastily pulled the crown off his head and held it out to Elsa. "Mama wants it back?" he asked, looking somewhat disappointed that he wouldn't get to keep the beautiful crown. His mouth curved into a frown as he continued to hold it out, not noticing the playful smirk on Elsa's face. After a few moments, Marshmallow realized that Elsa was only joking and happily put the crown back on his head. "Thank you, Mama."
Grinning widely, Elsa gave her protector a loving hug, her mind thoroughly distracted from the thoughts of marriage and heirs. Sorting through those files of nearby royalty would have to wait until she had finished catching up with her sweet creature. "I would do anything for my family," she whispered against the creature's snow.
Snow flew around him as Jack finally landed, not sure of where he was or what had happened. His staff lay several feet away from him and the winter spirit raced to grab the discarded wooden rod. After waiting for his head to stop throbbing from the long fall, Jack looked around and spotted a beautiful creation. Just less than one hundred yards away was a mystical looking castle, appearing to be made purely out of ice. Elegant steps led to the grand double doors, which were attached to a sophisticated palace.
Unable to control himself at the sight of such a marvelous creation, Jack Frost let out a long, low whistle. Wanting to get closer, the spirit attempted to summon the wind, shocking himself when it decided to help him again. Grinning widely, Jack floated up to the nearest window and looked in, shocked by what he saw. How is that girl not freezing? That dress does not look like it was designed for the cold, he thought, narrowing his frosty blue eyes.
The young woman was sitting at a well-crafted desk, which also appeared to be made of ice. In fact, the closer Jack studied the room (and the castle itself), the more he realized that the only things not made of ice were the girl and the papers resting on the desk. She pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose as though fighting a headache and the Guardian of Fun decided she needed to relax and enjoy herself. Laughing to himself, Jack released one of his special snowflakes, watching as it landed on her platinum blonde hair.
After shaking her head in confusion, the woman began smiling and dancing around the ice office. Her lips moved as though she were singing, and Jack blew the window open so he could hear what she was saying. Suddenly, the regal looking woman turned her hands to the wall and the ice blasted away, replaced with a large balcony. As she continued walking forward, passing directly beneath Jack, the balcony began to slope and she ran for the soft snow.
"My power flurried through the air into the ground," she sang loudly, using her fingers to slice off the translucent sleeves of her dress. As she belted out the next line, the woman used her strange powers to evaporate a majority of the skirt, ending it four inches above her knees. As she finished the verse, the mystical woman made a white belt form around her thin waist and the fabric of her shirt reached behind her to form a sparkling tank top. "Let it go, let it go. And I'll rise like the break of dawn. Let it go, let it go. That perfect girl is gone."
As she finished the last two lines, her shoes morphed from dainty heels to icy white combat boots. She's hot, Jack thought as he looked over her outfit, approving every change mentally. Still dancing and laughing from the effects of the snowflake, the young lady twirled into what appeared to be a monstrous snowman. "What is that thing?" the winter spirit exclaimed, never seeing anything like it before.
A heavy realization dawned on the spirit as he caught sight a golden shine coming from the creatures head. The woman Jack had been watching for almost five minutes was not just another average lady. She was royalty.
So, what did you guys think? Elsa can't see Jack... yet. But she will! I just don't want to rush the relationship, because I know a lot of stories do that. And was this long enough, or too long, or too short? Let me know and I can make adjustments as necessary! :)