CHAPTER FOUR
Dear reader, I want to apologize for my hiatus. But high school stresses the hell out of me and I had a lot of tests and projects and I needed to focus on school alone, but I am writing today a few chapters some long, some very short. I hope you like them and forgive my bad grammar. PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT. (not the rocky mountains but rocky mountains)*
Years later
Elsa did not fit well into any of her dresses. Every dress was too tight in the chest and hips area. Also she had grown a good 4 inches.
She stared at herself in the mirror again, touched her lips, her nose, her high cheekbones.
Her soft, ethereal features had not changed at all, but she was no child anymore.
The word teen was repeated by her mother and Gerda.
"Elsa, you are a woman now. I cannot begin to believe it." Her mother had said.
"The dresses will arrive soon, my princess," Gerda had promised.
Elsa stood in the hallway outside her bedroom, in front of the windows, quietly observing outside.
Waiting. It was the last day of autumn. Leafless trees, the usual evergreens bared, the boats and ships harbored on the dock.
The rocky mountains. Smoke steaming out from all the houses chimney's of the kingdom.
What would Jack think of her now that she was no longer a child?
How he see her as a woman? Or still a child?
Life was better with her friend, her best friend but with the time.
She started to want more. Slight touches, the occasional long stares, and the feelings. The feelings he evoked from her very soul.
It was a foolish act on her part, to fall in love with Jack Frost but she couldn't not help it.
He was so caring, understanding and he always came to Arendelle when she needed him.
Whenever she was afraid or alone. He always felt her. Sensed her hurt, her distress.
Ice and Cold, he'd joked.
The snowflake pendant was permanently attached at her neck, even in sleep.
Elsa stood from her dresser chair and walked to her very much improved shelves, filled with all the proper books for a to-be queen.
But still, she had fantasy books, the kind of book she loved as a child. How long was that? Oh, yes, yesterday silly. Elsa tried to read but constantly paused her reading, stood and looked outside. No sign of her Jack Frost.
"Elsa! Dinner's ready!" Ana singsonged from under the door.
"I am coming!" Elsa said back. With a last look at herself in the mirror, she left the room. Dinner was calm and placid. Father and Mother told Ana and her a story which was surprisingly fun. Gerda and Kai served more lemon sherbet to her than usual.
"You are a woman now, must feed you as such," Gerda said proudly. She even small talked to Ana.
"Who was been your day so far Ana?"
Ana grunted. "As usual, boring. Yours?" "Same. But I guess things will get better." Ana then proceeded to talk to Elsa about something she'd dreamed of. Elsa only heard half of it, outside it started to snow.
Elsa was running. The snow had covered the ground in a white blanket. Her face flushed with exertion, hair nothing but a wild mess. It was it, she was about to see Jack. The ice king. Her Jack.
Elsa stopped dead when she got a glimpse of him, standing by the lake in which they met for the first time, Jack turned and the smile that tugged at the corners at his lips fell. Frowning, he closed his eyes and counted to three.
"Is this a dream again?"
So he dreamed with her.
"You dream of me?"
Jack neared her, his eyes wandering from head to toes. Was she real? Was she? No, she couldn't be his little friend anymore. This was a woman. A beautiful woman.
Jack swallowed audibly, cleared his throat and said.
"Always."