She waited in agonising patience for Jack in the waiting room. She'd arrived at 10.30 when their actual session started at 12.30 and went on till 3.00. He wasn't here, and every time the door opened, Elsa would stand in hope it was him, but it never was. "What was you expecting Elsa Frost? He won't come today, you finally got what you wanted." She told herself in an angry tone of annoyance. For once, this annoyance wasn't aimed at Jack, it was because of Jack, she was annoyed with herself for pushing him away. She remembers how hard he had tried to win her over, and it certainly paid off. After their first date she'd fallen head over heels in love with him. Of course, she'd had feelings for him before their first date, and yes she had found him very attractive, of course she would, he was Jack freakin' Frost. She smiled to herself, her Jack freakin' Frost. But she was letting him slip through her fingers like water.
Time seemed too slow for Elsa's liking. She wanted the time to speed up, hopefully Jack would arrive just before 12.30. Hopefully.
12.25, no sign of Jack. This was the usual time that they would arrive together. Negative thoughts started to run through her mind. Maybe he was in an accident and was being rushed to hospital right this minute. What if he really was cheating, maybe not with Nancy, but with some other bimbo? Her eyes snapped shut at the thought and she quickly shook her head to forget the thought. Thinking that was what got them both here in the first place.
Dr Carls secretary walked out into the waiting room and informed Elsa that it was time to go in.
Jack still wasn't here. Elsa wanted to ask the secretary to wait for Jack, but waitng any long was painful enough already. Before going in she quickly checked her phone. No messages, no missed calls. Nothing. So she called Jack. "Jack... hun. Where are you? Dr Carl is waiting. You still need to be here. Please, call me back." She said softly into the recieving end of the phone, taking a deep sigh, before boldly walking into the counselling room, alone.
"Mrs Frost. Its good to see you again..." Dr Carl began, but quickly stopped when no Jack followed. "Where is Mr Frost?" he asked frowning, before he finally noticed Elsa's tear stained face. "Is he going to arrive?" he asked, checking his watch for the time. 12.32, only two minutes late, which isn't that bad. Dr Carl had worse situations.
Dr Carl gestured for Elsa to sit down and have a drink, she was hesitant at first, staring at the door, chanting to herself come on, come on, come on, please Jack, just walk in now. But of course, he didn't. She sat down with a sigh. "I'm sorry for his absence, we didn't plan this." She insists and Dr Carl nods as he too sits down.
"Is there a reason why your husband is not present with us today? I'm guessing there was some sort of fight last night when you got home." Dr Carl quizzed, and noting from how Elsa looked down at her lap, he was correct, he sighed, scratching the tip of his nose with his pen. "Was there any reason? I understand that after yesterdays session there was room for a lot of arguments." Dr Carl asked as he rested his elbows on the arm rest's.
"Everything was fine, and then I had to speak about her. About not wanting to replace her." Elsa admitted, she wouldn't say much, because she was so upset right now, she really didn't want to speak.
"I know this is probably not my place to say but, sometimes we all have to do things we don't really want to, or aren't particularly sure about. In this case, I think, whats best for both you and your husband is to forget about your daughter, maybe not completely, but to a point where it is easier for you to move on and get on with your lives. Your husband clearly is trying, but he can't do it on his own, Elsa. Do you understand?" Dr Carl questioned, his notepad was nowhere near his reach so there were no notes taken, but under his piercing gaze Elsa felt small.
As his gaze was taken off of her it was turned to look at the door as it burst open, with Jack. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes, his hair was even worse than usual, he looked as paler than usual, which Elsa could clearly tell, his shirt was scruffy and out of place, and he held his head as if he were in agony. "Sorry I'm late Carl, I had to take the bus. Hiccup wouldn't let me drive." He apologised. No glance towards his miserable wife.
"Its good that you're finally here. Myself and Elsa were just talking a little, nothing too important. Oh, your flies are down." Dr Carl lied about what he and Elsa spoke about not being important, it was important, it was what could help Elsa move on. As Jack did his zipper up Dr Carl winked at Elsa. They both knew that if Jack wasn't involved in a conversation he'd get upset, they didn't need that right now. "Right, so..." Dr Carl began reaching over for his notepad.
"I need to open up to my husband, don't I, Dr Carl?" Elsa put in before Dr Carl could speak, the elder man nodded, taking his glasses off and cleaning them before slipping them up his nose. "But before I do that," Elsa began turning to Jack, "why didn't you answer your phone? I left you at least ten messages and none were responded to. I've been worried sick." Elsa snapped.
"I told you I was going to Hiccups." Jack told her in a stern tone, he'd given up with trying to fight for their marriage, she didn't seem to be doing anything to help save it, but more or less jeopardise it. Turning to Dr Carl, Jack gave him a forced smile, "We spent the entire night drinking like men do to wash away our sorrows, and that is why I come here today in the midst of a hangover. Because, he had this issue at home and mine was actually quite similar. I'm sure Elsa told you about our argument at home, right?" Jack asked the counsellor, who nodded.
"Yes, your wife did mention the argument. But, I think it would be fair if I heard both sides of the story." Dr Carl announced, looking between the fueding husband and wife.
"Well, as you know I went home early from our session yesterday, and then when my darling love comes home she turns on her music to one of those love songs you hear, I get turned on, then she pulls me up and we kiss, my hormones fly everywhere, obviously I'm in my pants, because I wanted to go to sleep. Then as we get closer to sex she feels tense so I stop. I dont want to make her do shit she doesnt want to. So I ask her whats wrong. She fucking won't let go of a child we hardly had." Jack announces in anger, swiftly turning to face Elsa, "And why won't you let go hun? Do tell, I'm itching to know." Jack questions his wife, a look of wonder on his face.
"Jack, st-"
"No, don't 'Jack stop' me. I'm so sick and tired of waiting for you to be ready to move on. Just tell me why you won't move on already!" Jack snapped, there was no longer any amusement to the way he was, it was too serious for normal Jack behaviour.
"I-I don't... I don't know. I've tried... but I can't... I'm scared." Elsa almost whispered. Jack didn't respond to that. He had a headache and had nothing to respond with.
Silence past through the air, until Dr Carl spoke up, "Well, now thats settled, Mrs Frost, I think now is the best time to open up to your husband." Dr Carl announced, nodding at Elsa.
"Now?" Elsa asked, tears brimmed her eyes.
"Now's as good a time as ever, I believe it is better to get this out and into the open, it could help this fued you and your husband have at the moment." Dr Carl reassured her. Elsa nodded sitting up properly in the chair and taking a deep breath, all of which apparently had some humor, since Jack began to laugh. Dr Carl frowned in confusion at the silver haired man, "Mr Frost? Is something funny?" he asked.
"Yeah, its funny to see how she prepares herself, like this is torture for her." Jack said in the midst of chuckles. The old man quirked an eyebrow and Elsa rolled her eyes at her husbands stupid comment. Typical that he would laugh at her at a moment like this, but Dr Carl seemed to be able to handle this situation in a very mature manner.
"Mr Frost? Has your wife ever admitted something like this before?" Dr Carl asked, a slight hint of annoyance. But Jack didn't seem to get upset with any of this, instead he smirked at Dr Carl and nodded in a smug way as if he'd already won this argument and was waiting for round two. "She has? When?" Dr Carl asked.
"Our wedding day." Jack simply said, smirking and turning to look at a shocked Elsa, "Didn't think I'd remember our vows did you?" he asked, with a chuckle to her shock.
"Clearly you did." Elsa said. Coughing to clear her croaky throat. "Well, I might as well just begin. I suppose I could say... no, I should say that it started properly a month before our first date..."
FLASHBACK
Elsa had been told to stay behind late to practice her singing with Miss Ariel Triton. It was the midst of winter so the nights were longer and came quicker. It was very dark when Elsa had finally finished her lesson. The teacher had to stay behind later after Elsa was finished, so there was no chance of getting a lift from her, Elsa also didn't want to be a burden on the poor teacher, and so lied and told her that she was being picked up by her father. Of course she wasn't being picked up. Her father was a busy man with his own worries to worry about, he didn't need to worry about having to drive to pick her up.
Or so she thought.
Plugging in her earphones she began to walk home, wrapping her scarf loosely around her neck, the cold didn't bother her, but she knew at night gangs liked to come out and attack pretty girls.
As if jinxing her own luck, thats exactly what happened to her as she neared the main high street a group of boys, eighteen to twenty year olds approached her, and began to circle her. Everytime there seemed to be a gap in between two of the boys Elsa would try to escape, but the boys cam closer to her, backing her up to the point where she was quivering in fear. Feeling some sort of courage Elsa spoke up "Leave me alone!" she tried to snap at them, but her voice came out in a scared squeak. The boys began to laugh menacingly.
One guy started to talk, "Oh look boys, fresh meat. She's pretty. I bet she's tight too. Who wants a go first?" he asked the rest of the boys. They all laughed, and he smirked down at Elsa. She whimpered in fear.
"Thats no way to treat a lady, Scar." A familiar voice called out to the boy whose name must've been Scar... or a nickname. Scar's smirk only increased and he took his hood off to reveal his face, a scar ran over his left eye, possibly the reason for his nickname.
"Frost!" He chuckled turning on his heel to face the smaller man. Elsa's eyes widened in fear and hope. Fear of what was going to happen to Jack and her and hope that someone had come to save her. "You know you really shouldn't be interferring with my business kiddo." The dark man sneered as he closed in on Jack who shrugged his shoulder.
"I feel she's more my business than she is yours." Jack said calmly, Elsa was about to make a comment about how she was neither of their businesses. But seeing how Jack and this Scar gave each other the most dirtiest looks ever, she chose not to. "So what're you going to do about it?" Jack asked in a menacing way, almost similar to the way that the other boys laughed at their comments and to how they all spoke. Was Jack in this gang? Was he even in a gang? How did he know these people? What was he doing now?
"I'm going to cripple you." Scar sneered, but Jack laughed.
"You're not going to kill me? You've become weak Scar, didn't you kill your brother and almost kill your nephew?" he asked in a teasing tone. Elsa's eyes widened in shock, she almost had a go at Jack... maybe it would've been better if she had... but she didn't.
"If I threaten death to anyone else I will be put in jail again. I gotta look after those hyena's somehow, and I can't pass your death off as man slaughter so it'll really be murder this time." Scar sneered.
And without warning this fight started, and it went on for almost an entire hour, to the point where Jack was very badly wounded and was lying on the floor, but the gang still ran off as they heard police sirens, leaving Elsa alone with Jack. "Hey, you okay snowflake?" Jack asked her in a croaky weak voice as she crawled over to him, allowing his head to rest on her lap. She was almost about to punch him in the chest, but settled for flicking his ear.
"How dare you ask me if I'm okay, when you've just been beaten to a pulp." Elsa exaggerated.
Jack chuckled, "You love me really." Jack mumbled in between laughs, and thats when Elsa actually started to realise... this was actually beginning to become true. She was doing what she had told herself to never do. Falling in love. With a bad boy. "Elsa?" Jack called, but Elsa was too lost in her thoughts she ignored him, so he violently began to shake her, "Hey, Elsa!" Jack almost shouted at her, but it still woke her from her trance. She looked down at him, he smiled up at her, "Unless you want to sleep on the streets tonight, I advise that we get you home." He told her.
"But what about you, you're hurt." She asked in concern, which actually made Jack chuckle.
"What's this? Is Elsa... worried about me? Me? Jackson Frost? It must be Christmas!" Jack announced, throwing his arms around her waist.
"Hey! Jack! Stop, you're tickling me!" she screamed, trying to push him away, but he wasn't allowing it. Not a chance.
"You'd have to date me for me to actually properly listen to you, Miss Snow." Jack announced, hoping Elsa got the hint this time. She seemed to, and leant closer to his ear to whisper something, a smile spread across his face. One month later and they went on their first date wher they shared their first kiss together.
Authors Notes: Oh wow, ain't you guys lucky, double whammy, two in one week.
Well, this didn't end how I had hoped, but at least Elsa has started to open up to Jack... even though he apparently already knows all of this from their wedding.
I do know what I will be doing in the next chapters to come, I just don't know how long this will be.
I have a LOT MORE PLOT TWISTS to come.
So, share your thoughts and feelings, do you still hate me?
I want at least ten more reviews before I upload the next chapter. ;-P
Kx
