A/N: Hello guys! Chapter Three already, hey? I'm pretty shocked at the amount of lovely comments, views and followers I've gotten so far. I LOVE YOU ALL! :) Seriously though, it really means a lot. *Ahem* Mushy feels aside... or rather not, when it comes to this chapter! I think I enjoyed writing this one the most. It's basically just Elsa reflecting on her past with Jack, with a bit of Anna's side of what's going on. It's a bit longer than I anticipated it to be, but after LOTS of editing, I was like, aw screw it, let's chuck it up there already! I really hope you guys like it, and don't forget to drop me a review!

- Thos xx


"Kris, what if they don't find Jack?"

The troubled young girl looked up at her husband as she blurted out the question that had been plaguing her for the past two weeks.

Kristoff finished tying rope around a large slab of ice and turned to Anna, smiling slightly.

"They will," he told her softly. He reached forwards and so lightly, so delicately tucked a strand of satiny hair behind her ear.

There was a part of him that was still so terrified to touch her. Of course, they had been married a year and had five-year-old twins, but he knew he was, and had always been completely unworthy and undeserving of her.

He was a stocky ice-seller raised by trolls; she was the beautiful Princess of Arendelle and the heir apparent to the throne - or at least she had been until Elsa had become pregnant.

"But what if they don't?" she mumbled, her brow creasing. "It's been two weeks since they've started searching and Elsa's going for her next scan next week. They might be able to tell her the gender of the baby. I don't want him to miss that, Kris. And besides - I miss him."

"So do I, snowball," he sighed. He ignored - as he tried to most of the time - his fear of contaminating her with his lowly self and pulled her close for a hug. "So do I. But we have to wait. We have to trust that the guards are doing the best they can." He put his cheek against the top of her head and held her tight.

Anna inhaled his warm, homey scent and relaxed against him. Kristoff wasn't often one to hug her or kiss her huge amounts; it wasn't as if he never went near her but she would have like it if he'd at least held her a little more often. When she'd questioned it on multiple accounts, he'd shrugged and kissed her and said he was sorry. She'd eventually managed to get an answer from him - well, from Elsa, but it was still an answer.

Kristoff had confined in Elsa after she'd confronted him because Anna and him had had a fight, regarding the fact Kristoff didn't show enough affection towards Anna. Years ago, he wouldn't even had dreamed of calling the Queen anything other than Her Royal Highness, but the years of growing close to Anna had also brought years of growing closer to Elsa. Although there was still some formality to their relationship, Kristoff would often go to her to talk about Anna and how to address certain problems. She had been the first person he'd gone to about asking Anna for her hand in marriage, and now she was his sister-in-law. He'd told Elsa not to tell Anna why he was terrified to touch her. But Elsa's loyalty was always to her sister first, and she'd told Anna the reason Kristoff really wasn't showing her much love.

They were still working on getting past that issue, but now Anna knew the reason, she tried to reassure him. He was the only one she wanted to love, the only guy she wanted to be with. That meant a hell of a lot. Anna was lucky to have Kristoff to go to when she had a problem, and just a hug from him was hugely comforting. Then Anna remembered that Elsa didn't have a man like that anymore. She frowned, and let go of Kristoff, rubbing her temples.

"I... I just can't understand how it all went so... Wrong!" she sighed. The memories ricocheted around her mind like tiny little bullets, but none of them made sense. All they did was erode her skull and leave her feeling like a failure.

She leant on the edge of the trailer carrying Kristoff's ice and he smiled slightly down at her.

"Love is like that sometimes," he shrugged. "That's just the way it is."

***

Remembering it all was like slowly having her flesh scraped off with a crumbling knife.

She held her finger up against the blue painted wall and watched a swirl of ice appear, creeping up the tall interior of the room and expanding with every second that passed. When she lifted her finger off the wall, her eyes fixed onto the point where her finger had been and she concentrated. Hard. The ice didn't stop growing. With her eyes, she managed to make the ice climb higher and higher, all over the ceiling and down the opposite wall.

There was a soft and beautifully familiar knock at the window behind her. She spun around as the frost stopped growing and fell to the floor in glittering shards, and her face lit up like a lamp at the sight of her visitor.

She threw open the window as her forbidden courter flew in, almost knocking her over.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" she giggled, grabbing hold of his hands and pulling him to the ground.

"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you weren't pleased to see me," he laughed, flicking Elsa's plait.

She raised an eyebrow, trying to stop smiling as she put her hands on her hips. He stepped forward, playing with her hair and kissing her face.

"And what makes you think I'm pleased to see you?" she barked. He grinned deviously and knocked Elsa's hands off her hips, replacing them with his own.

His head moved forwards so he was mere millimeters away from her. Her heart was hammering like a bass drum. She had to look down away from his eyes so that she didn't do something stupid, but he simply took a hand off her waist and lifted up her head so she was forced to look at him.

"'Cause," he began, pulling her against him so their bodies were pressing against each other's without a single iota of space, "you love it when we do this."

Slowly, Jack pushed his feet off the ground, taking Elsa into the air with him. She opened her mouth to object, but he just sucked all the air from her lungs with a kiss. All objection fell away, and she placed both hands onto his neck as they tilted to an almost horizontal position. Suddenly, he let go of her waist and she fell downwards. He swooped down and picked her up again, laughing at her terrified expression.

"Jack! Don't you dare do that ever again!" she shrieked, slapping his chest.

He kissed the top of her head.

"What, you didn't think I was gonna let you actually hit the ground, did you?" he asked, grinning into her presence. His nose was touching hers, and she could smell his frosty scent. She closed her eyes for a moment and let his lips fall onto hers. Oddly, they were the only parts of him that weren't cold. They were so soft and warm, whereas hers were as ice-cold as the rest of her body.

Jack had commented on several occasions that the name that Elsa had been dubbed with - 'The Snow Queen' - suited her on many levels. The obvious reasons went without saying, but it was also the fact that her attitude to life and other people was quite cold. She wasn't looking for love and she didn't want to be loved, but Jack... Jack was different. Without even speaking about it, she knew he understood her wholly and completely, and he was the only person who could take her hands in his when she was crying and warm her up through the cold of his presence.

She hadn't let him love her at first. She'd shut him out and pretended he didn't exist, until she'd finally given in and let him stay for a night.

"One night," she'd reminded him. "Then you get to leave me alone."

But it had easily been the most beautiful night of her life. And when morning had come, she hadn't wanted him to leave.

He slowly pulled back the covers and stepped onto the creaky wooden floor, sighing.

"Jack, stop."

A hand on his forearm and the newly said words made him cease to move for several seconds. He turned around and was a little taken aback. He'd underestimated her beauty. With a face fresh from make up and her unruly hair attempting to break free from her chunky braid, the woman he'd spent the night with was undeniably beautiful.

"Don't leave," she whispered, laying chest-down on the crisp white mattress and looking straight up at him. Before he could reply, she leapt forward and tore his hoodie up over his head, then pulling it over herself. With that, she snuggled back down onto the mattress again, the covers wrapped around her. "There, now you can't go," she mumbled. Her mouth was covered by the bedcovers, but her eyes peered out at Jack. Such deep, illusive, ocean eyes. Hell, they got him every time. And every time it was like swallowing glass and having it stick in his windpipe, tearing away at the tissue until it bled. Something caught there and wouldn't leave.

A smile slowly crept across his face, and he flopped down onto the bed next to her and pulled her into him. His arms went around her waist and het back; his head rested on top of hers; her head rested on his freezing chest with her hands flat against it next to her. He was whole again.

"I wasn't going to go anyway," he told her.

"I know," she softly replied. "Just making sure."

No one had ever really connected with her in such a way that she willingly let them past her defenses.

Except maybe Hans.

But that was a long time ago.