Hey guys!

I wasn't supposed to update until I had the chapter I'm working on done, but I really wanted you to read this. This is already chapter 10, dude!

So yeah, have fun.

Jack yawned sleepy as he guided himself down the stairs running his hands blindly through the walls. His stomach growled unsatisfied. It felt like months since the last time he ate. He was freaking starving.

Quietly, he opened the kitchen's door, which he knew from many previous illegal trips, was never locked. Lights out time was long passed and he had to be careful not to be caught. None of his roommates wanted to follow him on his late night snack, like a thing like that could possibly get in the middle of Jack and food, especially when he was hungry. Too bad for them.

But something was weird that night…

Lights were on inside the kitchen. He peeked inside suspicious. Maybe someone had forgotten the lights on after dinner...

Nope, definitely not that.

Because the kitchen was a mess huge enough to make a troublemaker like Jack envy.

"What the hell happened here?" Jack yelled to the room in shock.

And a metal bowl suddenly fell with a loud bang splashing its content all over the floor. Jack turned his head to the direction of the sound. Oh, he sure wasn't alone.

"What are you doing here?" Elsa Arendelle asked looking directly at him and ignoring the bowl that had slipped through her hands to the floor just a few seconds ago.

"What are you doing here?" Jack returned the question even more surprised than before. "It's like someone wrestled a bear in here!" He gestured with his hands to the post-apocalyptic scenario.

"I'm not in the mood for your jokes right now, Frost." Elsa kneeled on the floor and started picking the disgusting batter with her hands.

"So there actually is a time when you are in the mood for my jokes?" Jack mocked walking to the refrigerator.

Elsa shot daggers at the guy's back but refused to answer him.

"But seriously, what are you doing here?" He asked when Elsa didn't say anything as he looked through the refrigerator's shelves for ingredients for a sandwich. "You're disrespecting the 'do not get out of your room after lights off' rule and all that blah blah blah…" he waved away with his free hand.

"For your information, I have permission to be here," The girl shot from behind him. "Which I'm sure I can't say the same about you."

"It's gonna be our little secret then, sweetheart," Jack shut the refrigerator's door with his foot and turned to her with his hands loaded with various fillings.

Elsa sighed heavily.

"Just eat and leave."

"Got it," Jack took two pieces of bread and started mounting his art piece. "So, what are you doing here?" he asked for the third time, genuinely curious.

"None of your business," Elsa answered curt.

"Hey, no need for the animosity," the silver haired guy said defensively. "Despite what you may think of me, I can keep a secret."

Elsa stood up and threw the bowl on the sink turning on the tap and ignoring him.

"Plus, if you don't tell me, I'll just have to stay here making you company for the entire night."

The blonde girl turned on her feet to face him. He was grinning and his eyes said he was serious about it.

Elsa sighed and leaned her lower back on the sink.

"Next week is my mother's birthday," She said staring at the floor.

"Okay…" Jack kept focused on the girl in front of him, his brain working really hard to find the connection between that information and the state of that kitchen.

"And I thought I could bake her a cake," Elsa's voice was low and her words came out slowly. And there was a bit of melancholy on her eyes that Jack couldn't understand where it was coming from.

"Oh, so she's coming here?"

"She… died seven years ago," Elsa tried to sound confident, like it wasn't a big deal at all. The last thing she needed at the moment was to show weakness in front of no one other than Jack Frost. But her voice came out a little shaky. And both of them noticed that.

"Oh…" Jack froze. Fuck. Nice going, Jack, he thought.

"Uh…" Jack murmured. He had to say something. He didn't know why, but he had to. He saw how affected Elsa was. And thanks to something he had said. He had to change the mood of that conversation. Immediately. "So that's what you were doing? Baking a cake? No way," Jack laughed. "I'm gonna go with the 'wrestling a bear' theory."

"Oh, shut up," Elsa rolled her eyes and turned to close the tap. "Like you could do any better," She didn't mind turning to face him this time.

"Arendelle, there's nothing in the world I can't do," Jack said, relieved inside. Anger at him was way better than that other thing she had on her face before. He chewed his sandwich slowly and still with food on his mouth, he added, "I can help you if you kindly ask me to."

"No, thanks," Her tone was sharp.

"Come on," Jack stood up from his seat and walked to the sink, leaving his half eaten sandwich behind. "I'll help you."

"I don't want your help, Frost," Elsa kept washing the dirty kitchen utensils.

"Uh… Elsa?" The guy leaned his back on the counter and ran his eyes through the completely destroyed room. "Considering the state of this kitchen, you'll need all the help you can get. I wouldn't be too picky right now if I were you."

Elsa stopped for a moment. The kitchen sure was a mess and she certainly had no idea of what she was doing. That proposal was attempting… But no, that guy was Jack Frost, she couldn't owe him a favor. God knows what he would make her do later.

"So you can use this as an advantage on your next brilliant scheme? As much as it breaks my heart to do it, Jack, I'm afraid I'll have to decline it," Elsa smiled nonchalantly at him.

"Wow," Jack laughed amused. "Slow down, I'm really just trying to help you. Part of Violet's contract, remember?" he winked.

"This has nothing to do with the play," the blonde folded her arms over her chest staring at him.

"Of course it has," the silver haired guy shrugged. "We're gonna be in real trouble if you end up eaten by that bear," he leaned closer to her and whispered, "We don't know when it will show up again," their eyes locked, blue attracting blue like magnet. Neither of them dared to look away. Neither of them could look away anyway.

Even though she was supposed to be mad at him, Elsa couldn't help but let out a contained smile at that. She saw her own amusement reflected on him.

"No second intentions?" she asked beaten.

"You have my word," Jack raised his hand to her.

"Your word means zero to me…" Elsa mumbled grabbing a clean bowl, and a wooden spoon.

"Here's a thing, Your Highness," Jack turned his head to stare at her feigning indignation. "Maybe there are a few things about me you disapprove and all (Elsa snorted at that but Jack continued his speech like he hadn't heard her) but just remember this: I always keep my promises."

There was a little something of a serious tone in his voice Elsa had never heard before. And it felt weird seeing that new side of the 'Troublemaker/Chicks-Magnet/Idiot' Jack Frost she had known for so long.

"Okay…" Elsa said unsure, still a little perplexed.

"Now, get ready, sweetheart 'cause your special cooking lesson with the hottest, most amazing, talented guy of the universe is about to start," Jack took the bowl from Elsa's hands and walked to the center island giving his back to her.

…And he was back to the usual jerk before Elsa could give further thoughts to the glimpse on the reliable side of the Jack she believed she had just seen.

"Don't forget modest," she rolled her eyes going after him.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Elsa was mouth opened as she stared at him.

Jack was mixing the soft and smooth looking light brown batter with a whisk, quick and professionally, like he had done that his entire life.

"I cook with my sister sometimes," Jack shrugged, not getting why Elsa was so surprised about that. It wasn't that impressive at all; he was just whisking. Anyone could do that, right? On the other hand, the girl had almost destroyed the kitchen baking a simple cake, so…

"You have a sister?" The blonde asked interested. "How old is she?"

All those years studying together and she never knew… Well, it wasn't like they were close friends or anything… Actually, she wouldn't call them friends at all- until this year. 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' somehow managed to get the six friends to spend a lot of time together. And it wasn't as bad as some of them thought it would be. Well, considering the picture as a whole, there was a positive balance to the situation. Or so Elsa wanted to believe.

"She's nine."

"I don't remember meeting her," Elsa tried to imagine Jack's sibling. "Does she attend here too?"

"No, she… is homeschooled." A shadow passed Jack's eyes but the girl didn't notice it. "I think we're done mixing," he said as an attempt of discretely changing the subject. "You pour this into the pan while I check the oven's temperature, you think you can do it?" he teased her.

"I guess…" Even though she got the pinch of sarcasm, Elsa couldn't stop her from felling a little insecure about it. Pouring was supposed to be an easy task but again, her cooking skills weren't something she could be proud of…

"Relax, not even you can mess up that much," Jack assured her looking back from over his shoulder.

"Gee, thanks," Elsa rolled her eyes but kept focused on the pan in front of her.

"The oven is ready whenever you're done," he said leaning on the wall and crossing his hands behind his head having fun observing the concentrated looking girl. How much effort could a person put on transferring a half liquid, half solid mixture from a recipient to another?

"Done," Elsa finally said satisfied a few minutes later, wiping away inexistent sweat from her forehead.

"If you would like to, please, do the honors," Jack gestured exaggeratedly to the oven door.

Elsa shoved him off playful and carefully placed the pan inside the oven.

"Now what?" the girl asked his teacher.

"We wait," Jack walked back to the island and sat on a tall stool. "I guess about forty five minutes and we go check it up."

"Okay," Elsa said a little disappointed. She was enjoying cooking. It was the first time she had ever done a thing like that. They had a cook and Kai at home, so she didn't have any opportunities to try it until that moment. Besides, most of her time was spent on studying and all the other curricular activities she normally dedicated her time to. She sat on a stool on the other side of the island, across from the boy.

"Now, comes the best part," Jack said mysterious with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Elsa raised an eyebrow at him waiting. She felt a little apprehensive, as if sensing that some terrible idea would come out of his mouth.

Jack Frost couldn't behave for too long and that was, as Elsa knew so well, a proven fact.

"Cleaning up the leftover batter." Jack clarified and slid his index finger over the used bowl taking a considerable amount of chocolate cake batter from it.

"What?" A light laugh escaped from her lips. She did not expect that. Definitely, she was preparing herself for several degrees worse scenarios.

"Please, don't tell me you've never done that," Jack stared at her like she had just admitted she came from another planet.

The girl just shrugged as an answer.

"What kind of childhood did you have?!" He shouted baffled.

"A healthy one?" Elsa mocked.

"Childhoods aren't supposed to be healthy," Jack stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you're having a piece of what it would be a decent childhood right now," He pushed the bowl to her.

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows at him, seriously pondering her choices. At the moment, the safest one would be do whatever her 'teacher' asked her to do.

Elsa took the tiniest bit of batter with her index finger still a little hesitant. Jack kept staring at her closely, just waiting. She sighed and put the sweet mixture inside her mouth.

"So…?" Jack smiled at her with a brow raised.

"It's cake batter," Elsa said matter-of-factly.

"That's it?" Jack asked skeptical. "I try to show you one of the biggest childhood wonders and that boring reaction is all I get?" he ruffled. "How considerate of you."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Elsa faked regret with an annoying voice tone. "You just opened my eyes to a whole new world!" her voice was pure excitement- feigned excitement, though. "Honestly, I don't know how I could live sixteen years of my life without trying leftover cake batter before!"

"Better now?" the girl asked back with her usual voice. There was fun on her eyes.

"Much," Jack smirked. "But maybe you could let the falsity aside, not really a fan of that," he joked, his eyes not leaving hers.

"I'll think about it," Elsa smiled returning his gaze as she took more batter with her finger.

"Who knew, huh?" Jack asked having more batter from the bowl himself. "Elsa Arendelle does know how to joke."

"Thank you," Elsa said feeling any remotely flattered.

"Are you sure you're really you? Weren't you, perhaps, abducted by aliens? Or maybe you're being possessed? What's your real name and do you know who I am?" he spilled the questions one after the other in a mocking way.

"My name is Elsa Arendelle and you are Jack Frost, also known as the stupidest person of the universe," Elsa said humorless.

"Universe scale, huh?" Jack leaned on his elbows getting imperceptible centimeters closer to her. "Sometimes, it's hard being so popular."

"You're such a conceited idiot," Elsa laughed narrowing her eyes on a bemused frown.

"And you just can't take your eyes off me for that, right, gorgeous?" Jack winked his sexy trademark 'all girls go wild when I do this' wink.

What was her shock when she realized he had made her blush slightly? It felt like she was trapped inside somebody else's body, with her cheeks heating up and her heart beating a little faster. Elsa must've been more tired than she imagined she was, as no one other than Jack Frost flirting with her had made the girl blush like one of his groupies.

Elsa covered her slightly red face with her hair and occupied herself with taking some more of the batter, praying that he wouldn't notice.

Lucky for her, he was too busy eating to see a thing.

"My mom used to bake cakes when my sister and I were little," Elsa said after a while. Her chin rested on her left hand and her right hand played with the whisk.

"Really?" Jack was now licking the bowl and spoons, appreciating every bit of sugar he could get.

"Yeah," the girl continued sleepy. It was late, she was extremely tired- physically and emotionally, and she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. She kept talking so she wouldn't fall asleep. "That's why I wanted to try cooking. I thought it could get me closer to her…"

Jack stopped and looked at Elsa after that. Her calm blue eyes kept staring at the object between her fingers, and a soft smile colored her lips. She looked comfortable there, tired and all but still, very relaxed. And the fact that she was sharing a piece of her past with him made her look… vulnerable. It made him realize that behind the perfect evil president, there was a girl, just a simple girl with weaknesses and insecurities.

"Do you miss her?" the question came out without Jack thinking the words.

Elsa frowned lightly staring blankly at nowhere.

"I'm sorry," Jack realized what a stupid thing he had said a little too late.

"I don't remember that much about her," Elsa's voice came out close to a whisper. "All I have are these pieces of memories here and there, like of her baking cakes and her singing for us…" she seemed to get lost in her memories.

Jack tried to imagine how it would be if he was on her shoes. Elsa was younger than his sister when it happened and she also had a little sister to take care of… And even though it had been so many years ago, her mother's death still affected her. Yet, she never showed it.

He now saw Elsa with other eyes. Was that a good thing? He wasn't very sure about it yet.

"But I still miss her anyway," she gave voice to her intimate thoughts, her head too blurry to realize what she was saying. "And don't you even start," the girl rolled her eyes slowly.

"Start what?" Jack asked genuinely confused, looking at her.

"Telling me how sorry you are, or how she must be proud of me, or whatever it is that you think will make me feel better," Elsa grumbled with her heavy voice, making it hard for Jack to understand.

"Because I've been told all of those things millions of times. And I'm tired of hearing them."

Jack kept in silence, looking down. The girl had just read his mind! He was thinking about saying one of those cliché things to cheer Elsa up when she warned (right before the damage could be done) him not to, and now he had no idea of what to tell her instead.

The timer over the table rang saving him from the uncomfortable moment and he took it as a cue to stand up.

Jack peeked inside and smiled satisfied. He opened the oven's door and took a very airy beautiful cake out using kitchen thermal gloves in both hands.

He turned back to Elsa who was sitting straight, looking more awake than a few minutes ago.

"Ready to the final test?" the guy asked with a grin as he walked towards her.

Elsa placed a pan rest for Jack and he put down the hot cake in front of her.

"Let's do this," Elsa smiled determined.

After the cake cooled a little, Jack helped Elsa to unmold it on a platter. The cake came out easily and for her relief, without breaking.

The girl cut a piece for Jack and another one for her. She waited apprehensive as Jack took his first bite of it.

"So?" she asked as he hadn't spoken after swallowing the food inside his mouth.

"It's good," Jack nodded looking at her, giving his approval.

"Really?" Elsa's face brightened up, her eyes became sparkly and a childish grin appeared on her lips.

She looks cute, Jack thought.

Wait. Cute? Did he really think that? And about her? Elsa Arendelle?

Jack Frost really, for a small fraction of time, really thought Elsa looked cute? What was going on with him? It was all because of the hours they spent together. Alone. And she just had to tell so much about her, didn't she? Yeah, it was all her fault, for being so… not like her usual self.

He cleared his throat forcefully and straightened up on his seat.

"I mean, for an amateur," he stated arrogantly. All the tiredness of the long night left him as his heart started racing and blood ran to his suddenly reddening face. He turned his face away from her so she couldn't see him blushing. "It was edible."

"Is that so?" Elsa narrowed her eyes at him, a slight bit of anger clear on her voice.

"Yeah, now if you excuse me, I am going to bed right now," Jack grabbed the piece of cake from his plate and stood up.

"You're gonna make me clean all this up by myself?" Elsa stared at him getting more and more annoyed after every second.

"You were already gonna have to do it alone if I didn't show up," Jack shrugged giving his back to her. "Plus, my good deeds quotation for the month reached its limits already."

"You're unbelievable," Elsa groaned staring at him with her cold blue eyes. When she finally thought maybe he wasn't as bad as she believed he was, he suddenly returned to the arrogant bastard she got so used to expect him to be.

"So I'm told, babe," he winked at her from over his shoulder before walking out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

Elsa kept staring at the closed the door with a mess of simultaneous feelings. Then, she shook her head waving her thoughts away and turned to face the messy kitchen she would have to clean alone.

She sighed deeply. Her bed was gonna have to wait a few hours more for her…

… On the countertop, a half eaten sandwich remained forgotten.

Yeah, so that happened.

Some trivia for you! When I first timelined this story, it was supposed to be about four characters: Hiccup, Jack, Elsa... and Anna. So here we are, chapter 10, with Violet and Andy... and a very slight appearence of Elsa's little sister. Her role in the story is yet to come.

So thank you always for your support and I'll see you guys next time.

Bye~