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Chapter 9: Just for the Night (Re-Uploaded)

We flew for about half an hour before Jack landed on a tall hill. Not a mountain by any means, just a tall hill that over looked a small town. It didn't appear to be anything special. I raised an eyebrow at him. This is what you were being so secretive about? But he only laughed and shook his head, pointing to the sky above the houses.

"Just wait," he said. "The show's about to start."

I looked up, following his finger and gasped. Sparkling gold sand was falling down in spirals into the houses. It was beautiful. The sand looked vaguely familiar.

"Are those...?"

"Dreams?" Jack finished. "Yeah, this is what Sandy does every night."

"Wow," I breathed. I couldn't pull my gaze away and I didn't want to. How many people get to watch dreams being made after all? I reached up and touched a strand of sand above us and it turned into doves. The birds flew around us once before going to the houses below. "It's beautiful." I sat down on the grass, still gazing up at the sky and dreams.

Jack hummed in agreement and sat down beside me. On impulse, I laid my head on his shoulder. He stiffened and I began to wonder if maybe I shouldn't have done it, but then he relaxed and rested his cheek on my head.

As we watched, my mind played through the events that had occurred. So many things had changed. Tooth was right. Only forty eight hours ago, I didn't want to be around anyone or make a single snowflake. Now, I've let go of my past mistakes and I'm sitting here, completely comfortable, with my head on Jack's shoulder. Before, I was so worried about hurting people that I never really took the time to enjoy having company. Now, I was actually enjoying myself and the thought of returning to isolation made my heart drop with disappointment when it used to give me comfort.

"You were right, Jack," I said. "I don't want to be alone."

"I know," he replied quietly. "But you don't have to be alone anymore."

My lips twitched up a bit. "I know, I have Olaf to keep me company now." That will certainly be a huge change in my day to day life with the snowman being so outgoing.

"You also have me," Jack added.

I considered his statement for a while, then smiled. "Thank you, Jack. For everything."

"It was nothing," he said, bringing back memories of when we first met. I laughed.

"And to think you were suppose to leave me alone since I went to the North Pole with you."

I felt him smile, also remembering the conversation. "Technically, I never agreed to leave you alone if you came with me, so I'm completely in my right to continue pestering you."

I shoved him lightly before wrapping my arm through his and replacing my head on his shoulder. He was right. "I'll keep that in mind for future references."

"I'm sure you will," he chuckled.

There was another lapse of silence as we continued to watch the dreams. It had to be late, which meant the sun would be coming up soon and that meant Jack would be leaving and I would go back to my Ice Castle. For some reason, the thought of him leaving made my heart clench.

"Jack?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"If this is just for the night, then I don't want the sun to come up."

He lifted his head from mine to look at me. "It doesn't have to be just for the night, Elsa. You can come with me if you want."

"But what about Olaf? I can't leave him alone for another four hundred years." I felt bad enough as it was. "And Marshmallow wouldn't know what to do without me."

Jack sighed and looked back up at the moon. "If the snowmen weren't in the picture, would you be interested?"

I thought about it. If I didn't have to worry about Olaf or Marshmallow, the thought of going around with Jack actually had quite a bit of appeal to it. "Yes, I think I would."

"Well, in that case, I guess I can stick around for a little bit and see if we can think of something."

"Really?" I said, perhaps sounding a little too hopeful.

He laughed. "Yeah, of course." I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "But only if you let me stay in the Ice Castle."

"Jack, you're always welcome at my Ice Castle," I said. His tone had been teasing, but I was completely serious. Everyone should always have a place that they can go to and it was the least I could do after all he's done for me... He stared into my eyes and I stared into his. That pull to him was back.

All too soon, he stood up holding a hand out to me and our moment was gone. The sun was starting to come up as I took his hand and he helped me to my feet.

"We should be going," I said. "Olaf will be wondering where we are." My cheeks were red as I flew off before him on my snowflake. I needed space to get everything in order. My brain didn't work properly when we were so close.

Landing on the balcony of my Ice Castle, Olaf came running out to greet me.

"Elsa!" He cried. "I was wondering where you were."

"I'm fine, Olaf," I said. "I was with Jack. He took me to see dreams being made."

"Dreams?" He repeated in wonder. "What was it like?"

"It was amazing and beautiful and magical ..." I stopped myself when I realized I was swooning. "It was great."

Olaf didn't seem to notice my abnormal behavior as he looked around. "Where's Jack?"

I frowned. "He should have been right behind me." Right as I was turning around to scan the sky for him, Jack crashed on his face by me feet. "Jack!" I said, rushing over to help him up. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he grunted, obviously trying to play it off. "I meant to do that. It was deliberate."

I gave him a look to let him know that I wasn't buying into his act, but dropped the subject and walked inside. He followed me with Olaf humming happily beside him. When I turned around, Jack was staring upward at the ice chandelier.

"I had to get rid of he original one that fell when I was cleaning up," I told him, also looking up. The sunlight reflected off the ice beautifully. "But this one is exactly the same. I had to replace a lot of things; it was quite a mess."

"It's amazing," he said and I couldn't help myself. I moved to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. At first, he didn't move and I was about to let go before I embarrassed myself further when his arms came around my waist.

"Tonight was the best night of my life, Jack," I whispered in his ear softly. "Thank you."

He smiled into my hair. "It was my pleasure."

Smiling at him, I let him go and went into an empty, spare room. He might like a room of his own, so I set about making a bed. I wasn't sure if he slept or not. I did, not because I ever got tired, but because it was relaxing, a good way to pass large amounts of time, and a way to escape reality. Even if he didn't sleep, it was nice to have one to lounge on or take up space. Filling the room took a while, but I eventually got it done.

Once the room was to my satisfaction, I went back to the other room where Jack was scowling at a bare wall as if it were his worst enemy. Maybe his head was bothering him? He did land rather hard on his face ...

"Are you sure you're alright, Jack?" I asked with concern. When he didn't answer, I walked up behind him to see what he was staring at. I didn't see anything. "What? Did the wall hit your head?"

He shook his head. "My powers don't work here," he said in an irritated tone. To demonstrate, he slid a hand across the wall, leaving a trail of frost that disappeared instantly. "I don't think your ice likes me."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, what do you want me to do? Give you permission?"

It was meant to be sarcastic, but Jack raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. Was he serious?

"Fine. I give you permission," I said it in a mock dramatic tone, flourishing my hands a bit to add to the effect. There was no way this would actually work. Unfortunately, it did work and when he touched the wall again, the entire thing became covered in frost. I scowled at it. "Was that completely necessary?' I asked, wiping my own hand along the wall to remove the frost. "Come on, I got your room ready."

"My room?" He repeated. "I get my own room?"

Nodding my confirmation, I allowed him to enter the room before me. He walked to the center, turning around in circles to take it all in. Watching his reactions carefully, I considered the fact that I shouldn't be so nervous about his approval. Yet I was.

"I left it pretty empty in case you wanted to personalize it yourself," I said, still standing in the doorway. "You can change the furniture if you don't like how it looks. Or if you don't want it, that's fine too. I just thought that if you were going to be staying here then you might want a space of your own. And if you ever come back, you would know that you always have a place to stay here since I did say that you were always welcome here ..." I trailed off when I realized that I was rambling.

Jack glanced at me, then when back to look at he room. "This is all mine?"

"Yes," I said, worried about his lack of response. "Do you not like it?"

He looked at me with wide eyes. "No, no, no," he hurried to assure me. "It's not that - I love it. I just - I never had my own room before."

"Never?" I asked curiously. I knew almost nothing of Jack's past, but it wasn't my place to pry.

"Well ... not that I can remember," he admitted. shrugging. "I might have had one when I was human, but I'm not sure. The only human memories I have are the ones I saw with my teeth when I got them back from Pitch. After becoming Jack Frost, I never stayed in one place long enough to have a place of my own."

"Oh," I said, a little taken aback. I couldn't imagine not having a place you could always go to or somewhere to call your own. I always had that, at least. Even when I was locked up in my room. It was still mine, but Jack never had that. Or one that he could remember. "Well, you do now."

"I do now," he said, smiling at me. "Thank you, Elsa."

"It's nothing," I replied. "I have tons of spare rooms. I'm not exactly sure why I built them, considering this place was made for isolation, but they're there. In fact, I need to fix Olaf a room." I started to leave, but he spoke again.

"So I can do anything I want to in here?" He asked. There was a mischievous glint in his eye that did not slip pass my notice.

"With the exception of demolishing the room, yes," I answered, feeling that I would regret my words soon. His grin confirmed what my gut told me.

"So I can do this?" He asked, touching a nearby wall to cover all four walls and the ceiling with frost.

"If you must," I said, walking out of the room. It was his after all. He should be able to personalize it as he saw fit. As long as he didn't try that on any other part of the castle.

Olaf was in my sculpture room, looking up at the ice replica of Anna. I walked up beside him.

"I miss her, Elsa," he said. I smiled down at him.

"Me too."

"Do you think you can make me a sculpture of her, Kristoff, and Sven for my room?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Of course I can," I told him. "Speaking of your room, I was just about to get started on it. Is there a particular room you want?"

He cheered up instantly, grabbing my hand and pulling my out of the room. I laughed as I got dragged into an empty room, opposite to the balcony and between mine and Jack's. It had a window that overlooked what used to be Arendelle.

The next few hours were spent with me filling Olaf's room with furniture. It took longer than Jack's did since the inhabitant was right there telling me exactly what he wanted. Not that I minded. I wanted Olaf to like his room. The sculpture he wanted would have to wait, though, as it would take too long to finish.

"I love it!" Olaf cried happily when we were done. He ran over and hugged me. "You're the best, Elsa."

Laughing, I returned his hug. "Thank you, Olaf."

He walked over to the bed and jumped on it. I sat down next to him.

"How long is Jack staying?"

"I'm not sure; he said that he would stay for a little bit." I looked at him. "Are you okay with that?"

"Oh, I was only wondering. I like Jack - he's fun. Don't you like Jack?"

"I do like Jack."

"Like Anna liked Kristoff?"

The question caught my off guard and I hesitated. Olaf was looking at me with big eyes, patiently waiting for my answer. I smiled at him gently.

"We'll see," I said, standing up and leaving the room. Closing the door of my own room behind me, I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers into my temples. My head was starting to hurt from all the changes it's had to process. From being free to discovering Olaf alive. This thing with Jack, though, that was a different story.

Kristoff and Anna loved each other. Did I love Jack? We only just met days ago, and that's much too soon to be in love with someone. But what else should I call this feeling I get whenever I'm around him? Infatuation? That can't be right - this was much deeper than that. I feel like something is constantly pulling me to him and it gets stronger the longer we're together. It's most obvious when we're alone, like last night or yesterday at Arendelle's castle.

It also liked to make itself known whenever one of us mentions us not being together. Like when Jack was talking about having to leave, there was a tug at my heart as if whatever was connecting us was angry that either of us would even consider such a thing as being separated. The thought of not having Jack in my life pained me and, while the rational part of me said that it was ridiculous and I was exaggerating, I could hear Anna's voice in the background screaming that it was true love.

No, it can't be true love. Definitely too soon for anything like that. All it probably was is how I can easily relate to him. Yeah, that's it. We both have ice powers and have been isolated for hundreds of years. Perhaps I've been lonely for too long and my head is simply kicking into overdrive at finally being able to relate to someone. To talk to someone who truly understands because he's experienced it himself.

After all, he's been single for his entire life. At least, that I know of. Maybe he prefers that to relationship. He might not be interested in dating anyone right now or ever.

Oh, how did I get myself into this? For all I know, everything's in my head and I'm looking too much into those moments we spent alone and the kiss that almost happened. That's right, I'm just overreacting - and all because of a little and, most likely, meaningless question Olaf asked me. Perhaps Anna was right; I was excellent at shutting people out, but what do I really know about love? What do I really know about Jack?

"Elsa?" Jack said, knocking on my door. "Do you want to do something? Maybe go ice skating?"

Shaking my head free of my confusing thoughts, I opened the door and smiled at him. "Sure, why not?"

He gave me a crooked grin. "Hey, Olaf!" he called. "We're going ice skating, do you want to join us?"

"Yay!" I heard the snowman respond as he came out of his room. "We're going skating!"

Jack and I laughed as we followed the running snowman out of the castle and to a frozen lake that was nearby. Olaf wasted no time running onto the ice.

"Olaf, wait!" I called. "We need to check the ice!"

But it was too late, he was already skating. "Glide ... and pivot! And glide ... and piv-AH!" And he fell through a particularly weak spot in the ice.

My heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat for a split second before I was racing onto the ice and diving in after him, dodging the arm Jack threw out to stop me. "Olaf!"

"Elsa!" I heard Jack yell before I submerged below the freezing water.

Below the surface of the water, pieces of Olaf were floating in different directions. Taking his head had first, I directed them so that they would float to the opening in the ice and he could get out. His arms, hair, and nose, however, suck to the bottom. I swam to get them and pushed of the floor of the lake as I felt my lungs start to burn from lack of oxygen. My eyesight started to darken. My legs kicked furiously. My fist tightened around the carrot and sticks. As a reflex, my mouth opened to breathe, but it was too soon and all I got was cold water. I slipped from consciousness as I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me out.

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