Hey random people! So oh my gosh I actually got a review this past chapter, thanks so much Frozen07212000! To all of my other readers, don't worry I love you guys too. Also, thanks to everyone who has already favorited/followed this story. Honestly, with the amount of times my phone goes off with an email notification every day, I'm glad I always have it on silent or off, because if I didn't I would definitely have detention.
Anyway, I don't really have anything to say, just that I will probably update a little less often from now on, as I've mentioned before, because I have to write my stuff now from imagination. It should be fun. Anyway, it should be about every week that I put one up, but sometimes it might be a month is I get really busy. Never more than that, though, I promise.
Alright, so I'll let you go now. See you later!
Disclaimer: Disney said that I would have to have more than just my dollar to buy the characters. *cries*
Jack took Elsa outside, where a cab was waiting for them. He opened the gates and made a fake bow. "Milady," he said, trying to hold in a laugh.
"Thank you, Mister Frost," Elsa said, sticking her nose in the air and trying to look pretentious. Jack laughed.
As they got in, Jack whispered something in the taxi drivers' ear and handed him some money. The man took it and started driving. "Where are we going?" asked Elsa.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," said Jack, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Elsa pouted. "Pleeeeease tell me?" she asked. "Nope," said Jack. Elsa pretended to pout some more before smiling slightly, and he couldn't help but smile as well.
Finally the cab stopped, and Jack helped Elsa out of the car. She gasped when she saw where they were.
The Glass Slipper was the go-to fancy restaurant for the entire city. Outside, it was an old time-y looking building with bright lights spelling the name, with a big, blue, light-up glass slipper outline between the words 'Glass' and 'Slipper.'
"Jack!" she said. "I'm not dressed to go to someplace this fancy!" It was only semi-true; she was wearing a nice, medium-blue skirt that stopped at her knees and an ice blue tank top with matching flats, and her hair was up in a braid, so she didn't look bad at all, but she definitely wasn't dressed for a fancy restaurant.
He laughed lightly and looked straight in her eyes. "You don't have to be," he said. "You look absolutely beautiful no matter what you wear." She blushed lightly.
"Are you sure?" she asked, inspecting herself.
"Yes," he said softly, the smile gone from his face. He was serious now. "You're beautiful no matter what."
"Okay," she said softly, uncertainly, but she decided to trust him anyway. She blushed at the complement. He grinned at her assent, grabbing her hand, and led her inside.
Inside, there was a pretty hostess who stood behind the little stand. She had her golden hair up in a bun and wore a light blue dress shirt and a black pair of dress pants. She grinned. "Hello," she said. "My name is Cinderella. May I be of service to you?"
"Yes please," said Jack. "I have reservations under Jack Frost."
"Oh, right here," she answered, looking down at her clipboard. "Please follow me."
They followed her to a small booth table in the back, where not many people sat. They sat down, and the hostess walked away as Elsa grabbed her menu. "Everything looks really good," she said after a moment.
Jack laughed. "Get whatever you want, love." he said. "Tonight's my treat."
Elsa was about to argue, but he held up a hand to silence her. "No arguments," he said quickly. She sighed.
"Alright," she consented. She looked back down at her menu. Suddenly there was a lady that came up. She was about as old as Snow White and Cinderella, with medium brown hair, and wore the same thing as Cinderella but with a yellow dress shirt.
"Hello, ma'am and sir," she said. "My name is Belle, and I will be your waitress for this evening. Do either of you want something to eat or drink?"
"Yes, please," said Elsa. "I'll have tea, please."
"And I'll have a hot chocolate," said Jack politely.
The girl nodded, writing down the orders. "And would you like anything to eat?" she asked.
"I'll just have a bowl of spaghetti and some bread sticks, please," said Elsa.
"And I'll take a salad and spaghetti with meatballs," said Jack.
"Alright," said Belle. She smiled. "I'll be right back with the food," she said. She walked away to the kitchens.
The couple talked for nearly twenty minutes, eating their appetizers that they had ordered (cheese sticks for Elsa and wings for Jack), before the waitress came back with their food. It looked absolutely amazing. Elsa grabbed her fork as soon as the food got to her, quickly taking as big a bite as was ladylike, and swallowed the hot pasta.
"Somebody is enjoying their food," commented Jack with a smirk a while later. Elsa had finished her food already and was working on a large chocolate ice cream with lots of strawberry topping and a small cherry on top. Of course, by this point the cherry was gone, the ice cream almost nonexistent as she had eaten so much.
"You're one to talk," said Elsa, pointing to Jack's own large chocolate cake covered in chocolate ice cream. It was almost gone. They both laughed.
"Touché," he said, grinning still. Elsa took the last bite of her ice cream and sighed, placing a hand over her stomach.
"I'm full," she moaned. Jack laughed at her.
Then he finished his, and groaned as well. "Sorry for laughing," he said. "Karma really is a witch." It was Elsa's turn to laugh now. She glanced down at her watch and nearly jumped out of her seat.
"Jack," she exclaimed. "It's nearly eight o' clock!"
He jumped up quickly, flagging down the waitress. "Miss Belle," he said. "I would like to have the check, please." She smiled and obliged, quickly bringing the check. He paid for the meal and then ran out, Elsa at his heels. They both laughed as the cab drove them home.
When they got to the school, he walked her to the door, pulling it open for her, still laughing. He walked her to her bedroom, which, coincidentally, managed to be only three doors down from his. "Goodnight, Elsa," he said. They had stopped laughing, and were now simply smiling at each other.
"Goodnight, Jack," she said. She was about to walk in the room, when she suddenly turned around. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek, then ran back inside the room, closing the door on a very shocked and happy white-haired boy.
Jack put his hand to his cheek where she had kissed him and walked back toward the room. He walked in, making Hiccup turn toward him from his position on his bed. He grinned at his best friend, and then looked confused when he saw the goofy look his Jack wore.
"What has you in such a good mood, Jack?" he asked. "I take it you liked the date with Elsa?"
"Oh," said Jack. "Nothing really." Jack lay on his own bed and thought of how wonderful that night had been, from the moment he picked her up to the time he dropped her back off, completely unaware of the strange look his best friend was giving him.
Meanwhile, Elsa walked into the room, sitting down on her bed dreamily. Astrid immediately got up from where she was sitting at her desk. "What has you in such a good mood?" she asked, sitting on her own bed.
"I just got back from that date with Jack," she said dreamily.
Astrid smirked. "So I take it I was right about him liking you?"
"Yeah," sighed Elsa.
"Okay, girl," said Astrid, holding up her hands in the universal sign for stop. "Don't start with the lovey-dovey girlie sighing daydreaming stuff."
Elsa laughed. "Okay," she said. "I'm out of dream land."
"Good," said Astrid, grinning. "I thought I would have to hit you with a book or something." Elsa threw her pillow at Astrid, laughing. Astrid frowned slightly. "Why is your pillow so cold?" she asked.
Elsa felt her pillow. "Feels fine to me," she said, shrugging. Then she realized what the problem was. "Oh! I made the pillow and blanket out of ice, just like my clothes." Astrid shivered.
"But how do you not freeze?" she asked. "The cold never bothered me," Elsa said, shrugging again. "What with the ice powers and stuff."
Astrid looked at her like she had grown a second head, but said nothing further on the subject. "Alrighty then," she said. "It's pretty late, and I wanna get up early tomorrow, so it's time for bed I would say. Goodnight Elsa." She turned on her back and turned off her lamp, bathing the room in darkness.
Elsa turned on her phone's flashlight so as not to disturb her roommate and walked to her drawer with her coloring stuff in it. She didn't want to make noise and wake up Astrid, so she grabbed out one of her coloring books as well as her colored pencils and pens and got working.
Elsa woke the next morning lying on top of her papers. She couldn't recall when she fell asleep last night, but she didn't particularly care, either. She got up and looked outside. It was sunrise, her favorite part of the day, though she rarely saw it because she was always asleep.
She smiled as she saw the sun rise. Surprisingly, she wasn't tired at all. Looking over at Astrid's bed, she saw that she was still asleep. Elsa got herself dressed for the day and sat back down, though instead of coloring she pulled out one of her favorite books and started to read.
Nearly an hour later, Astrid woke up. "You're up early?" she asked sleepily, getting up and stretching.
"Yeah," said Elsa, still reading. "I woke up and saw no point in going back to sleep, so I stayed up and started reading my book." At this, she lifted her book slightly as if to show Astrid.
Astrid yawned. "Oh," she said. "Cool." She got up and walked to the bath room to get dressed, still talking, though Elsa couldn't figure what she was saying. When she finally came back out, Elsa heard, "-And then coming home late yesterday night only to wake up before me? That was awesome, girl."
By now, Elsa and Astrid were walking to the cafeteria, still talking. They sat down in front of Jack and Hiccup (who were the only two that were early risers of the boys in the group) today, so that they could still talk to one another. "Why are you sitting all the way over there, Astrid?" asked Hiccup, pouting slightly.
Astrid laughed. "I'm only two feet away, Hic!" she said. "I think you'll live."
Jack pouted at Elsa. "Please, Snowflake?" he asked, patting the empty seat next to him.
Elsa shook her head, laughing. "Nope," she said. "I wanna talk to my friend, and so I'm gonna sit right here, barely two feet away, so that I can."
Both boyfriends frowned and pretended to pout.
The girls laughed at their boyfriend's reactions as the rest of their friends gradually made their way to the cafeteria. Most looked completely sleep. Anna, of course, was falling half asleep on the table, because though she was very bubbly in the afternoon hours, she was most definitely not a morning person.
It took until about eight in the morning, when the sun was shining brightly already, for everyone to wake up properly, and by that point Anna had decided to go and talk to that Hans boy again, so Elsa didn't see her for a while.
In fact, it was nearly dinnertime again when she did see her, and that was oonly across the cafeteria because she was sitting next to a bunch of other boys, the closest one being about Kristoff's height and stature, but with red brown hair. Elsa couldn't see him clearly though, because he and Anna were facing away from her. She didn't speak to her sister for the rest of the day, being that she was MIA, and fell asleep slowly, becoming a bit worried for her sister.
"Elsa," whispered a soft voice. "Psssst."
Elsa felt a soft weight climb on the bed. "Elsa!" said Anna's child voice again. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Elsa groaned as Anna tried to shake her awake.
"Anna," she said, trying to be patient. She was a child again. "Go back to sleep!"
Anna plopped down on top of Elsa, lying down. "I just can't," she said. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!" Elsa couldn't help the smile that took over her face. She pushed the small child off of her and onto the floor.
"Go play by yourself!" she said, but in a happy voice. She closed her eyes again and lay back down.
It was all of about two seconds before Anna clambered back onto her. She leaned over her, opening one of Elsa's eyes. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" she asked in a hushed voice. Elsa's face broke into a grin.
The girls ran to the ballroom, where they often played. "Do the magic, do the magic!" Anna said happily, clapping. Elsa waved her hands, and made snow start falling inside the big room. Anna awed at the amazing magical display. "This is amazing!" she yelled.
The girls played for an hour or so, making a snowman named Olaf, ice skating, and having snowball fights. It was the most fun that they had had yet. Then tragedy struck.
Elsa made huge snow piles as her sister jumped from one to the net. She laughed as she did so. "Slow down!" Elsa laughed. Anna didn't oblige. She jumped from pile to pile, Elsa catching her each time. She jumped and jumped, and each time Elsa had to make the piles faster and faster to catch her sister.
Elsa slipped, trying to catch her.
"Anna!" Elsa yelled, still trying to catch her. She misfired, and suddenly, there was Anna, lying on the floor unconscious. "Anna!" Elsa yelled again, clutching her sister to her. "Mama, Papa!"
She held her sister to her. "It's okay, Anna," she promised. "I got you!"
Elsa woke with a start from the terrible dream, her heart beating fast. She felt like crying. The dream was actually a memory, from when she and her sister was small. Anna had temporarily forgotten all about her sister's powers, and it had made a rift in their relationship for a while.
Needless to say, it was not one of Elsa's favorite things to think about. But she had had nightmares about it on and off ever since it happened, and every time Elsa felt sorry that she had hurt her sister. It had actually made her resent her powers for a little while, up until her sister had relearned about them and forgiven her sister.
Elsa fell back to sleep fitfully that night, unknowing what the next day would bring.
Sooooo? Yeah, like I said, this chapter had more changes than the last one, but still not many. From here on out, however, as I said before, every single thing for the most part will be different.
I decided against the whole Pitch-badguy-dance thing that happened in the original, so the rest of this should be pretty cool to write, since it's not on a script anymore. The only difference is that this time, I will be keeping it for the most part about things like what would happen in High School and stuff like that, not the whole angsty-villain-trying-to-kill-people thing from last time.
Anyway, as always, please review! Virtual cookies to everyone that does!
-CahillGirl2001
