had the worse writers block ever. im sorry for the late update. also bc ive been very sad lately and lacked inspiration to write bc my other works are just trash. sigh

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warnings: there will be brofists on the end of this chap, for TheWildeFiles bc he's never ready for my brofists ;)

Chapter 10: Okay

Elsa basked in Jack's warmth, his heaving chest over hers. His very cape cloaking them as if they were children ready for bed—or even, like a couple.

She shuddered when his nose scrunched up once the little poking hairs off her chaotically tied French braid tickled sensitive skin. His clothed glove clutched onto her wrists, pinning her down as he dug his face deeper unto the crook of her neck. Paralyzed. Frozen. Unable to move as she felt her hips getting drenched in his own blood—her eyes widened as her brain was finally able to analyze what was happening.

"Y-You're bleeding," she squeaked as she tried to move her arms, push him off and run for help—but her arms felt like jelly. Especially when he's crushing her ribs beneath him. She gasped.

A muffled mff was all she heard. She doesn't know why he came here for help. She doesn't know why he chose her. She doesn't know if she's just dreaming or in need of a wake up slap that she's thinking he's Jackson again. All she knows is that, he needs help. And ASAP.

Fisting her hands, she managed to shove him off her, kneeing him at the same time as she flexed. He groaned as he was now fully sated at her carpet. Still bleeding.

Elsa jumped up to her feet and tugged at her hair.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god—" glances down Jack. "Oh my god."

Okay, don't panic. It's just the Winter Thief who looks a lot like Jackson with just white hair and crashed into your room bleeding and dying at the same time and it looks like he got shot by a bullet on the stomach—

She crouched down, cocking an eyebrow as she dared to graze one finger over his stomach where it seemed like the blood was coming from.

He growled.

Yep. He definitely got shot.

Elsa panicked even more. Biting her nails, pacing back and forth in her room as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Her father's voice made her jump after two knocks.

"Elsa?"

"Yes, father?"

"Is everything alright? I heard a crash. What happened?"

She glanced back at the seemingly lifeless thief then at her window, broken glass scattered everywhere. She bit down her lower lip as she made an impossible decision.

"I-It's okay. I—uh, was watching television when this scene where they were catching this thief came on and they broke some window glasses. Great action dad, you should watch it some time."

Elsa felt her palms sweat after her father paused. Twisting two fingers wishing he'd buy her petty lie. She never was a good liar. Like Anna, they always got caught eating chocolate at the kitchen when they were kids. Well, maybe that's because their faces were smeared with chocolate no matter how innocent they looked… it was a total giveaway. But this time, she was hidden in her room with a trembling voice. She could only hope he would finally leave her alone to deal with this thief on her own.

"…Okay. I'll try. But don't watch so early in the morning. Don't want to wake up Anna now, do you?"

She exhaled in relief.

"Okay. Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight."

Hearing her father's footsteps slowly fade into the darkness, she bent down and brushed the bangs off the thief's face.

Feeling his forehead burn against her hands made her withdraw as she finally exhaled. "Okay, I'm helping you only because you need it. And you're burning up. But once you're okay and do something stupid—like kiss me or something. I won't think twice of smashing this lamp on your head, okay?" she said as she pointed at the lamp across her.

A muffled groan was enough of an okay for her.

"Okay, okay. Don't panic. It's okay everything is absolutely okay—" Elsa glanced up the drawer in the living room in the dusk, propping up her tippy toes as she reached for their medical supplies. She could feel her heart drumming over her ribs, almost hurting as she continued to whisper okays and words of reassurance to herself. "Okay, stitches? Check. Cotton balls? Check. Gloves? Check. Medicine I've never heard of probably used for bleeding, er, pain? Check."

She walked in a steadfast pace to the kitchen, getting water in a basin while one arm was filled with the supplies.

She jumped when she heard a yawn.

"Elsa?" her younger sister, Anna rubbed her eyes as she flicked the lights on.

Elsa's face distorted into bewilderment.

"What'cha doin'? Stealing chocolate in the morning?" She laughed. Still clearly half awake as her brain hadn't processed the fact that her older sister was running around the floor like a thief—getting supplies and suspiciously getting water from the faucet.

Elsa looked at Anna.

Then back at the running water.

Anna.

Running water.

Anna.

Water.

Her brain rebooted her words.

"Oh—uh, yeah!" she managed to shrug as she plastered a lopsided grin over her face, cheeks full. "Need water to you know, not get parched after eating."

"Silly Elsa!" Anna giggled as she walked over and opened the fridge, collecting loads of chocolates into her arms as well. "Use a cup, dummy. Not a basin."

"Ha-Ha. Silly me."

"Yeah," her sister stretched one arm, popping knots that had formed in her shoulder as she made her way out the kitchen. Scratching her hair loose from its usual two braids, which Elsa almost mistook for a beehives nest as she looked back over her shoulder. "I'm hitting the hay, well, after eating these babies. G'night Elsa."

She watched her disappear into the darkness with her guilty pleasures.

She exhaled heavily. She almost got caught. Twice. But there were more important things to tend to.

Such as saving the Winter Thief's life and giving Anna a lecture about getting a diet the next morning.

Elsa slammed the door behind her as she wobbled to her bed, throwing all the essential needs in extracting the bullet out and placing the basin on the floor beside the thief.

So much for stealth, she thought as she winced at the sound of the door slamming behind her. Secretly wishing nobody would come banging on her door again about why she's so loud so early in the morning.

Shrugging, she bent down on her knees next to the Winter Thief.

Thankfully, she learned how to take care of a person who got shot from her dad. And Tooth. Who always babbled a lot about saving people's lives on the spot at missions. Since she is her father's newbie.

"Okay, okay, first of—airway," she tilted his head, getting the tongue out seeing as he coughed out blood. Immediately, she removed the blood off his mouth by drenching along with a piece of clothing she got in the dryers earlier.

"Still breathing," she said as she mopped his sweat beading forehead with a wet, rolled towel.

She realized once she unfastened his buttons on his blood soaked jacket, that this was going to be a long night. A long, long night.

And the fact that he needed CPR was the least of her worries.

Elsa?

Jack's voice trembled as he reached out for her. Hand reaching out to her as she was facing away from him. He saw her body shook, shivered just as he called out again.

Elsa? Please! We can work this out I promise—

She turned around.

He gasped.

Her face was gone. But tears seemingly streaked down her face as she cried, hand cupping her cheeks as she did so.

Then why did you lie to me Jack? Don't you… trust me?

No! I do! I do but I just want to protect you! Because I couldn't protect them before and I need you! I don't want to make the same mistake agai—

Goodbye, Jack

Elsa, slowly, ever so slowly was getting swallowed by oblivion. A dark hole, and he ran. Towards her. To save her. He was crying, he didn't even realize when he started crying.

Elsa! No! Please stay I need you!

He reached out, but she was gone. He couldn't save her.

Jack's eyes flew open, heavily breathing to catch his breath as he was almost swallowed by his own nightmare. His biggest fear. It had gotten so hot he could feel his body radiating heat, iris flicking everywhere as he had feared that it was all true.

It wasn't.

His hand fisted at his chest, bunching on his shirt as he still tried to catch his breath.

As he steadied his breathing he was finally able to recollect his memories and process his surroundings.

Got shot in the stomach, got his jetpack hit, too, hit a tree, stumbled over Elsa's place—wait, what?! Elsa!?

As he jolted to sit up, his wound ached. He cussed as he moved his hand over his now bandaged wound. Blood finally stopped.

"You should sit back. You still need rest," a cold voice resonated. Jack's eyes widened once more as he saw Elsa by the bathroom. Back leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed over her chest. "Been out for two days. It's Monday tomorrow. It's best not to go to school with your wound. Pretty severe. You almost died of blood lose. I called th…"

He just watched her as she moved her lips. Talking, talking, something about how she had to struggle to call the hospital and save him. Her bangs thrown back, as it always was. But dark marks were beneath her eyes, she must've worried so much about him she forgot to sleep. All he could do was watch. And watch.

"…And don't worry, nobody knows about your stupid secret identity. Well, except for me now."

He winced.

"Y-You know who I am?"

Elsa drew out a packet.

"Dyeing your hair with easily washable dye isn't so thrifty. And those contacts, too."

Jack could only imagine Elsa poking the blue contacts out of his eyes, like a pro. And washing his hair in the shower. But the thought of a shower scene made him blush.

"You know I'm…?"

Elsa pointed across the room, her desk displaying the Black Diamond.

"Yes. I know, Jackson. Or should I say…" her voice trailed off as she fixed her eyes with his. Voice softening. "Jack Frost the Winter Thief."

Jack's throat went dry. Lost.

"Why Jackson? Why are you causing all this chaos?" her voice cracked a little. As if she's about to cry. But he knew it was false. She's too strong to cry. She then walked towards him, dropping on her knees as she pleaded for answers. "Why did you kiss me Jackson? For fun? For play? Why me? Why did you lie to me? Don't you trust me?"

The very same words in his dream. He could only wish she wouldn't be swallowed by his fears. He knows what she's worth. She'd never sell him out. Even if he is a world wanted thief she'd never give him up for money. Never.

"Because I don't want to lose you," he said as his hands found hers, stretching and curling over hers. "… And I don't want to make the same mistake again."

Elsa clamped her mouth together as he watched him. Words he spoke were true. But she isn't sure who he is anymore. Lost. Was all he told her a lie? All of it? His identity? His feelings? Elsa could only wish, it isn't.

"Tell me," she asked askance as she leaned over, their breaths bouncing over each other's faces. So close Jack had to push back all his emotions, needs with every ounce of might that he may kiss her longing lips. "Who are you? Really?"

"I am Jack, Jack Frost," he answered without waver. "And I have fallen in love with you, Elsa Arendelle. My past maybe shrouded with mystery but these words I speak is true. My identity maybe bluff but these feelings are genuine, true. I have a concussion. I am concussed. I forget my identity when I stumble every once in a while, I fall and I cry. But when I look at you, I know who I am. When you smile, laugh, bite your lip, flip you hair—damn it's hard to concentrate in calc when you flip your hair. I am just a petty boy who steals to find out who I really am. Find answers. And I cannot deny the fact that I am utterly in love with my best friend. I am in love with you, Elsa. I am."

She kissed him.

He kissed back.

The wound stung, but he didn't care. As if the world stopped and he could only concentrate on her sweet lips. Minty. Soft like marshmallows. His hand trembled as he ran his fingers through her hair, digging softly as he found sanctuary on her lips.

It was like a dream. All his fears of her running away, crying that he had lied to her were nowhere to be found anymore. She's here. That's all that mattered.

He's lost, unstable and a broken soul finding his place in a lonely world. His name was all he ever had. But she was there to help him scavenge the world, leaving no stone and crevice unturned.

Knowing from now on their lives were at stake as the world had turned agaisnt them. And she's okay with it.

some of you may think elsa is ooc. but its bc she isnt scared or traumatized like in the movie. but we'll get to that part, eventually.

i have a fever right now and i dont know when ill be able to update. this was completely unedited bc i feel really bad right now im sorry for any mistakes ill edit as soon as possible

review? and oh here comes the brofist- * brofists you * hell yeah