Hey, there. Guys, I'm really sorry for this slow update. I had this really cool idea for a fic and it sounded great in my head but as soon as I type it down, it suddenly looks shit ._. I have been really unmotivated to continue this one HOWEVER, I recently received a couple of reviews that are encouraging for me to continue.

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So, with this chapter, yeah, it's short and I feel like I have really messed it up and the characterising etc I'M SO SORRY. But... I'm just gonna bite the bullet and throw it out there. HERE IS CHAPTER 10!

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As Jack walked through the romantic streets of Venice, the snow drifting lazily around them as a clear reflection of the two spirits' moods, he felt elevated, like he was on a high, a dreamlike state and almost afraid to wake up. Nothing bothered him right now and it seemed like nothing could bring him down. He had his little Elsa back, his friend from so long ago. He could barely keep his eyes off of her, however, as he walked beside her with his staff propped lazily on his shoulder, and he had the slightest uncomfortable feeling that it wasn't just because he felt he missed her. She was beautiful, radiant like the snow on the mountainside bathed in morning sunlight. Though hints of her remained, there was almost no sign of the little girl that Jack and Pippa played with three hundred years ago, and in her place stood a mature woman, fully bloomed in both beauty and wisdom. She walked with pride just like the queen she was and still is, contrasting with Jack's youthful sways and bounces. Through taking many lengthy glances, Jack studied her wide eyes that still sparkled with the same azure gems that little Elsa had, this time hooded with long dark lashes. Her lips had filled a little bit and were dark and red, conflicting attractively with her snow-pale skin that was dusted with faint freckles. Her platinum blond hair, so insipid, it looked like it had been kissed by winter itself, was now long and thick, decorated with flower-shaped pendants made of ice and it reached down to her lower back, nearly tickling her hips. It was pulled back into that impressive French braid.

When glancing at him, Elsa observed the same yet different boy beside her. He was still tall and stupidly skinny like the last time she saw him, and he still had the same child-like, yet, handsomely mature face the eighteen year old had last left her with. He even wore the same old brown pants with the string bounded around his calves on. Still, there were several, rather huge differences Jack had obtained, the most startling was probably his hair, now a shock of silver-white, followed closely by his eyes which were now a pair of deep, yet bright indigo blue that glistened like snow in the morning sunlight. They still held that security of care and promise of mischief, however, and his hair still stuck up in unruly places. Elsa also noticed that his face was paler now, more like hers and his lips looked even blue. This was probably due to the fact that he had replaced his old cloak, vest and shirt with a blue hoodie that was dusted with real frost on the edges. Suddenly, Elsa felt a little overdressed. When their eyes met, Elsa would be momentarily captivated by Jack's stunning blue before tearing her eyes away and attempting to hide her blush. Even when Elsa was just a little girl, she always had a childhood crush on him. What could she do? Jack had always been the good-looking type and since he wasn't blood-related to her, Elsa couldn't help but find him very attractive. But now she was all grown up, not to mention in the body of a twenty-one year old, these feelings of attraction for the boy now came in overwhelming waves. It almost frightened Elsa, but she found herself enjoying it. Was there really anything stopping her from feeling like this?

Olaf had been walking slightly in front of the two spirits and was babbling on happily about all the adventures he and Elsa had. They found themselves walking over a bridge and the stopped at the centre to look over the edge and down the frozen canal. As they stood there, not really saying much and Olaf deciding to give the two some time alone, Jack's comfort was dwindling and the fact he wasn't entirely sure why was only making it worse. Jack stole glances at Elsa more and more. Was it because of her? During his long life as a guardian, Jack hadn't bothered to question the biology of the spirits as it only confused things and they were never really consistent anyway. That is why he began to feel positively scared at this unfamiliar sensation that welling up inside him; yes, he was over three hundred years of age, but he was also stuck in the body of an eighteen year old boy. Now, Jack was very good at narrowing down what he did and discarding the… desires that neither he nor the children of the world needed. However, because he had been around for a long time, he had also been exposed to the more… icky things about humanity. There was really no avoiding it. Jack knew that the biggest selling thing in the world was, well, sex, and it wasn't his job to let the kids of the world know that. If anything, he helped them avoid it, doing his best to save their childhood and innocence. He felt pretty pleased with himself when he made fourteen year olds play like seven year olds again. He also knew what eighteen year old humans do, and he would question awkward things about himself because of it. But only sometimes. Now here he was, fearing that he was going through what almost every human does in their teenage years. He was too afraid to even think about it. Elsa was beautiful, flawless, like every snowflake he had ever made. Her wide eyes were hooded by seductive lashes and her lips were dark and luscious. Even under the scarf, Jack could see Elsa's perfect form, every curve in the right place, small waist, long legs and a… bust. In modern terms, Elsa was sexy. But Jack wasn't necessarily afraid of those things. No. He was afraid because the last time he saw this girl, she was eight years old.

"Jack?" Elsa gently called his name. It sounded beautiful coming from her.

Jack swallowed, trying to hide his storm of thoughts from showing on his face, "Yeah?"

Elsa paused before she spoke, her hands fiddling with her thick braid, "I… Who was I to you… all those years ago?"

More than anything, Jack didn't want to answer this right now. Countless feelings raged through his body, feelings he didn't want to be experiencing; attraction, love, want, desire. And they just got worse; lust, passion… arousal. And his thoughts responded differently; disgust, fear, confusion, hate. Was it really possible for an immortal being, alive for the sake of children, to develop a sex-drive? And the last time Jack loved this woman standing beside him, she was a child. This almost scared Jack as much as to never be believed in. His mind saw the child he cherished and threw snowballs with while his body saw beauty, a woman he wanted to have, to keep and love like and adult.

"Elsa…" Jack nearly croaked as he tried to clear his clouded mind, but Elsa interrupted.

"Because, Jack," her fiddling was getting tenser and her eyes never meeting his. Jack could even see her cheeks colouring, "when I was little I… I always had this silly little crush on you, even though you were so much older than me," she was almost babbling now, unable to stop for fear of never starting again. There was that courage again, "and I thought that you were gone forever when you died, so when I saw you today, my heart exploded and I could feel my love for you returning, but…" she took a breath and forced herself to look at him. His face was emotionless, "now that I look at you… as the woman that I have become… my love for you, Jack… has changed…"

Elsa looked at Jack. She bore her eyes deep into his and forced him to believe… that she loved him. This love that she was giving without words caused Jack to reciprocate.

I love her… I really do lover her… Jack knew he loved her like… like a lover, but a quiet yet devastating voice spoke in the back of his mind;

But, she's a child…

Not anymore…

You didn't even remember her two days ago… Before then, she had always been a child…

No…

Don't touch her…

But I love her…

Don't you dare touch her…

This mental battle Jack hosted was over in a split second and. The look he gave her was pained, reflecting the agony his heart was feeling. He thought it was breaking.

Without warning, Elsa had closed the space between them, locking her eyes onto his and leaving only inches of space between their faces. Jack was paralyzed by her sudden approach and could only stare. Elsa's soft, gloved hands took hold of the hoodies' rich fabric, encouraging Jack to come closer. Jack didn't want to do this, not yet at least. No matter how hard he looked into those eyes, he saw a little girl, not even ten years of age, and she was going to kiss him. He couldn't move! He didn't know what was stopping him. But he wanted to kiss those lips so bad, those beautiful, red lips belonging to a beautiful, wonderful girl. He wanted to pull her body into his and lean into her, to feel her heart pressed against his own and to feel that icy electric current surge through their skin. But Jack knew it was wrong. Elsa was bringing their faces together, closer and closer, their lips were so close…

In a last effort of desperation, Jack stopped her with a plea;

"No…" he spoke somewhere between a whimper and a whisper. Elsa stopped, no longer pulling yet not pushing away, listening to Jack's cries, "I'm… I'm so sorry… I'm so, so sorry… Not like this… please…"

Elsa allowed more breathing space between them, carefully watching Jack's face which was looking down, his brows pulled together like he was suffering. She had released his hoodie and squeezed his upper arm comfortingly.

"Jack? What's wrong?"

"Elsa…" he forced his voice not to shake, "You… You were only five… a child…" he stole a glance at her. She looked sad but… something else as well, "I see the woman before me and I love her and want to be there for her and give everything I have for her… but…"

"But you also see that five year old child," Elsa finished for him. She did it again. She cut through all the crap and understood what Jack was going through without even reading his mind.

"Elsa, I'm…" Jack held her face in his hand, his thumb stroking lovingly across her cheek, "I'm so sorry Elsa…"

Elsa hushed him, cooing gently and stroked his cheek lovingly, "It's okay, Jack… Don't apologise. I'm…" she tilted her head, showing sympathy and compassion, "I'm sorry that you still see the little girl from all those years ago,"

Jack sighed, his face still pained, "I don't want to kiss a child, Elsa. I want to kiss you. But I still remember what your mother accused me of before I… left you…"

"… I can only hope that the little girl will go away and let me love the boy I have missed for so long," Elsa smiled sadly.

"How can you be so understanding?" Jack said in disbelief.

Elsa shrugged, "I refuse to let problems hold me down anymore. I am free to move on. I learnt how to do it when I was taken from you."

Jack gently pulled Elsa in for another hug, pressing his face into her sweet-smelling hair and ignoring the desire to nip her ear. His body screamed for this woman, but his mind screamed for the child he still felt he was holding. He was disturbed by these conflicting emotions and hated the pain and restraint they brought with them. When they pulled away, Elsa had that childish grin on her face.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

Before Jack could reply, Olaf's chortle rang out from behind them and he waddled up to them, smiling that impossibly happy smile.

"That's what Ana used to say, wasn't it, Elsa?" Elsa smiled lovingly in response and the snowman turned to Jack, "I'm glad that you two have had some time to catch up. But now I'm waiting for the so-called Spirit of Fun to do his thing and prove just how fun he can be,"

"Is that a challenge, little man?" Jack gave his daring grin and Elsa felt all nostalgic.

Giving Elsa a quick wink, he took her hand and the three ran off to have some fun.