I'm so sorry this took so long! Life is cray cray~. Anyways, I'm trying to make this piece longer than how it seems to be going. So I'm sorry if this chapter turns out kinda stupid. Also, my computer broke. So excuse typos and misspellings. I have a spellcheck it's hard to figure out. Uhm, I think that's everything. Please review, or else you'll NEVER get an update. Let me know if this chapter ended up any good or not. Thanks!


Jack couldn't make it all the way to Antarctica. He couldn't make it past the mountains. He found himself in Elsa's ice castle, curled up in a corner, letting out his tears. He didn't know how long he was like that. But there was a large pile of ice crystals in front of him when he was finally done. He shook his head.

Of course she wouldn't choose him. It wasn't because she needed the alliance with France. That was just an excuse. It was because he was a Guardian. A spirit. It was because she didn't like him as much as he loved her.

'Come now,' a voice in his head reasoned. 'She wouldn't lie like that to you.' But his emotions were too strong right now, and the reasonable voice was quickly drowned out by self-pity.

She didn't even like the kiss, he thought. She didn't like him at all. After all this pining he had done for her all these years. His heart was broken. And he didn't think it would ever come back together.

"Jack?"

Jack blinked and looked behind him. The image of Elsa in her snow-queen dress standing there was breath taking. It took him a moment to speak.

"Elsa?" he asked. Then he frowned and looked away. "What are you doing here?"

Elsa gave a small grin. "This is my castle," she said.

Jack's face went red. "Oh, yeah . . . " he said. "Sorry." He stood. "I'll leave, then."

"No, don't!" she said quickly, holding her arms out to him as if to stop him. He looked over at her and tilted his head. She looked down at her outstretched arms and cleared her throat, pulling them back. "I, uhm, I'm actually glad you're here."

"You are?"

"Yes, I am. I wanted to talk to you."

He frowned. "About what?" But he didn't really want to talk to her. His emotions took over again and he shook his head. "It doesnt matter," he said. "I don't want to talk to you." He took his staff and headed towards the balcony.

"No, please!" she begged, walking towards him. "Please, will you hear me out?"

He sighed and looked over at her. "I guess . . . "

"I . . . I lied to you. About the kiss. I didn't want things to get complicated with us loving each other and me marrying Pierre. But, well, just because I lied doesn't make it untrue."

"So, what are you saying?"

"The kiss was wonderful, Jack. And . . . I love you."

His entire world brightened. His face lifted and he ran to her, dropping his staff and taking her in his arms. "You do!? You really do!?"

She chuckled. "I really do," she said. He laughed and lifted her into the air, twirling her around. They laughed together and leaned in to share another kiss.

The world around them swirled with snowflakes. The flurry surrounded them, encircling them until their kiss ended. Their foreheads met as they smiled together, staring into each other's eyes.

Eventually, Elsa sighed and pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked with a frown, his arms still reaching for her.

"As much as we love each other, we can't do this," she said softly.

"Because of Pierre?"

"Because of Russia. I have to think about my country."

"But what about you?"

"I'm a queen," she reminded him. "I have to put my people first."

"When do your needs and wants come in, Elsa?"

She sighed and looked away. "I don't know . . ." she said quietly.

"I do," he said, walking up to her and taking her waist in his arms. She looked over at him curiously. "Now." He leaned in and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

When they pulled away, she sighed again and looked away. "I'll be a queen without a country, Jack," she said "Russia will annihilate us."

"No, they won't," he said, his voice brightening with an idea. She tilted her head at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'll stop them! I can make the worst winter ever on the road here! Impossible weather, far too cold and icy for any army to pass through!"

She couldn't help but grin at him. "Sweetie, we're talking about Russia, here. Don't you know what they go through every year?"

He frowned. "Oh, yeah . . . I guess you're right . . . Sometimes it is pretty hard for me to blow up the winter they're supposed to have already."

She touched his face affectionately. "It'll be OK," she said.

He frowned and shook his head. "I love you."

"You'll find someone else. I'm sure of it."

"No, I won't. And what about you? Do you even like Pierre?"

"I am very fond of him."

"Do you love him?"

Elsa shook her head.

"Please, Elsa," he begged.

"I need to think of Arendelle."

He sighed. "I'm not going to give up on you," he said. "I'm going to the Man on the Moon. Ask him if there's any way to stop Russia without the French."

"Jack, you don't have to."

"I will." He leaned in and left a kiss on her lips. "I have to go if I'm going to get to the North Pole in time. It's the best place to try to talk to the Man on the Moon. I love you. And I'm going to help you save Arendelle." With that, he turned, grabbed his staff, and left in a flurry of snowflakes. She watched him go, grinning affectionately. Her sweet, naieve Jack. If only.