My Name Is Elsa

I swallowed. Yup. I was so dead.

Well, that was putting it lightly. Inside, I felt like I would upheave imaginary food. I also really wanted to cry. None of this was supposed to happen... I was supposed to live a nice long solitary life with the exception of Anna and her family. Jack was supposed to do whatever the hell he wanted with his sister and his family. He would have found a nice young lady and... Ah! Stupid, stupid, stupid! That idea made want to, ugh, cry.

I forced myself to look Jack in the eyes, but my throat was too dry to say anything. Then it hit me.

The pond in which Jack fell into was on the south outskirts of my kingdom. The south.

"J-J-Jack. W-w-where were you from?" I asked, voice more wobbly than a turkey's gobble.

Jack looked at me incredulously.

"You spill the secret that you killed me and you ask where I came from?"

It did sound ridiculous. However, I really needed to know.

"I will answer any questions you have. I will apologize, I'll do whatever. Just please."

Jack sighed.

"Fine. I came from the Southern Isles. Is that enough, Queen of Irrelevance?"

That was enough alright.

"Did... did your 13th prince have anything to do with your whereabouts?"

Jack looked at me.

"What? Elsa, what does this have to do with you killing me?" Jack asked.

"Everything if you answer this!" I pleaded.

Jack took a deep breath.

"Fine. Yes, in a way. Hans had escaped the prison and my father was part of the troops looking for him. Happy?" Jack snapped.

"Maybe," I said warily.

The room became very quiet.

Then, Jack looked at me.

"I wouldn't have been mad, you know," he said softly.

I lifted my head up and cocked it ever so slightly to the side.

"What?"

"I said, I wouldn't have been mad. If you just told me. I may have want to see my family, but being a guardian opened up so much to me that I never knew! Throwing snow balls that light up children's faces and creating snow days for smiles...

I wouldn't give anything up for that. And I definitely wouldn't have been mad at however opened that opportunity. I just wish you told me," Jack said, grasping my hands.

I smiled sadly.

"But I didn't tell you. I didn't tell you because I was scared. I was afraid. Not just at telling you, but how it would make me feel. I had these... compressed feelings that just hurt," By now I was sobbing, "And now... and now those abilities you love are at a halt because of me. I screwed it all up."

Then I ran. I ran out of North's and somewhere beyond. Soon, I realized that Jack wasn't following me because the dull ache in my stomach began to throb. But I didn't stop. I didn't stop when I felt blood gurgle in the back of my throat. I didn't stop when I started screaming.

The only time I stopped was when someone stopped me.

"Hello, Elsa."

I looked at him in the eyes.

"No," I said stepping back, "You aren't real. You're dead."

He looked at me.

"Oh, yes. Executed actually. Being dead really wasn't pleasant. All because of you, Elsa, darling," he said, "But then I got a drink of all those bottled up feelings, and I couldn't get enough! It was splendid. It made me feel strong. So, I kept drinking like a drunken man.

And when I realized you were a Spirit, I just couldn't help myself. I knew that if I plotted well enough, I could weaken you and then... make you suffer."

He smiled.

I shot ice, but the ice was small and was more of a snow flake than anything. My screams bubbled through the air. I couldn't move.

He stepped towards me with shackles.

"And as long as you suffer, I can be happy. Because soon, you will have to bottle up all those feelings too."

I couldn't say anything. My throat gargled with blood.

"Hans."

Jack could hear her screaming. Well, not really. It was more of an intuitional thing. Normally (well, he only felt this once, but...) Jack would feel weaker whenever she was far away.

However, since the fire crystal allowed him no powers, Jack felt nothing. Nothing but fear. Something was wrong. She was weak, he was weak, and she badly needed help. Jack looked down at the crystal. Then he ripped it off.

It was dangerous, but for Elsa... anything.

A/N: You told me to update, so... I DID! Another cliffy, but I wanted at least two more chapters before this ended.

We never had a real Jack's POV because this was supposed to be Elsa's story. So with that answered, I have one more question out of the way.

Okay so review with your vote:

1) Have a My Name Is Jack Frost. [This would mean we would have the same story in Jack's point of view.]

2) Have a My Name Is Elsa Frost. [I have a plan for this one, but this is a sequel.]

3) Or finish this up, add an Epilogue and leave it alone.

I want to plan ahead, so I'm doing this a bit early.

Please review!

Love,

Sammie