Author's Note: Hi everyone! There's an upcoming scene here with Hans. I got this idea from Geminiagate. If you want to read a sweet Jelsa fanfic, read Geminiagate's. It's called: The invisible girl (jelsa). Thank you, Kitty and Cupcake and Wrathran for the reviews. And to everyone, please take time to write some feedback for me and share your thoughts on the story. Thanks!

Elsa rolled her eyes, but a smile graced her lips. Jack knew the worst jokes. He grabbed another cookie off of the plate and looked like he was contemplating his next joke.

"Knock knock."

Elsa sighed, but answered, "Who's there?"

"Boo."

"Jack, that is officially the oldest joke ever."

"Now you say… ?"

Elsa let out an exasperated sigh. "Boo who?"

"Aww, don't cry. It's just a joke."

Elsa shook her head, but couldn't wipe the silly little grin off of her face.

"Now it's your turn," he said.

"My turn? I don't do jokes."

"Aww, come on. I know you have a funny bone somewhere."

"Actually, I do." She pointed to her upper arm. "It's called the Humerus."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Smarty pants."

Elsa laughed. "My pants are not smarter than yours! It's in the head." She pointed to hers for emphasis.

"Well, that's not fair. Your head is much prettier than mine."

Elsa laughed and shook her head. "No. It has nothing to do with a pretty head. I mean, take Jessica."

Jack wrinkled his nose. "I'd rather not if it's all the same to you."

Elsa laughed. She could feel her tight self-control slipping as the time passed. It was so easy to lose herself with Jack. She yawned and watched him with bleary, dreamy eyes. His smile flashed in the dim-light and his hair was a pale silvery gray. He ran his fingers through it. As soon as he took his hand away, it fell softly over his eyes. Elsa raised a hand. She stopped when she realized she was about to run her fingers through his hair. She casually brought her hand up to her head and twirled a strand of hair. Her eyes felt so tired. They wanted to close and stay closed, but she couldn't stop watching him. She propped her head up with her arm, intent on staying awake.

Jack continued to talk, though he knew Elsa was listening. Her forget-me-not blue eyes looked sparkly and dreamy and she was faintly smiling. He could tell she was about to fall asleep any moment. He stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom real quick, kay?"

Elsa bobbed her head. Jack left. By the time he'd returned, she was asleep. Her pale silken tresses cascaded over the table. Her pale, pink lips were parted as she breathed in and out, her chest rising and falling. Jack smiled fondly. He peeled her bed covers back and turned to Elsa. She hadn't moved. She was obviously out cold. He gently knelt down and swept her into his arms. She weighted next to nothing. She was so pretty, yet petite and delicate. Like a little china doll. He set her down in her bed. He slipped off her shoes before dragging her covers back up and tucking her in snuggly.

"Night, Elsa."

He brushed a chaste kiss to her forehead, her cool skin smooth under his lips. Jack turned around and packed his bags. He tossed their plates away before heading down the stairs. Mrs. Bennett saw him out, thanking him warmly for coming and telling him to come again. He'd take her up on that offer. And soon.

She looked up into her captor's sneering face. His black mustache twitched with glee.

"He'll come for me! He will."

The smelly man, dressed in black armor, grabbed her chin and lifted her face upwards.

"He'll never come for you, princess!" he spat.

"Think again, villain!"

Jack appeared out of nowhere, his silver armor gleaming in the moonlight, his sword drawn. The black knight didn't even have time to react. Jack plunged his sword through his armor and into his heart. It was a magical sword, the only armor-piercing sword in the realm. Excalibur. Elsa forgot how he'd obtained the weapon, but it didn't matter. The black knight crumpled to the ground and Elsa saw him no more.

"Jack!" He cut through her bonds with Excalibur. She wrapped her arms around his lean waist. "I thought you'd never come!"

"I will always come for you, Elsa." She looked up into his face and saw that his helmet was off. "Always." His head bent lower. "Elsa," he breathed, "I—BEEP BEEP BEEP—

Elsa bolted upright in bet, breathing in sharply. She turned and slammed her alarm clock with her hand. It fell onto the floor with a 'klunk,' but persisted in its repetitive beeping. Elsa muttered and crawled out of bed, dragging her blankets with her. She beat the alarm clock into silence. She sighed and rested her cheek on the floor. She'd been having the most wonderful dream. She blinked until the world came into focus and her fuzzy mind cleared. Elsa frowned. She was still dressed. She ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair, recalling yesterday's events. She vaguely remembered Jack. The study session! How did I end up in bed? I must've collapsed after he left, she figured. Elsa wasted no more time pondering and stood up. She quickly dressed and brushed her teeth and hair, her dreams fading from her memory.

Elsa could feel herself fuming inside. She'd gotten detention. Again. And from none other than Mr. Pitchiner. She threw her math books into her locker, slamming it shut with all the force she could muster.

"Hey, don't take your frustration out on the locker."

Jack's soothing voice surprised her. She turned towards him. He had his arm above his head, leaning against the lockers. The epitome of flirtatiousness and hotness wrapped in one neat package. He began chuckling, sending the usual shivers up and down her body. She wasn't in the mood for flirting. She was on her worst detention streak in her life.

"What?" she snapped.

"Grumpy, are we?"

"Go away, Jack."

She turned, fully expecting him to do what she wished. Suddenly, he was in front of Elsa, his hands splayed on either side of her.

"No." His answer was punctuated with a swoon-worthy smile.

Now the warm tingles spread. She felt hot all over. She stood up straighter, attempting to hide the way he affected her. "I said go away."

"And I said no." His eyes still sparkled, but they grew a shade darker.

She let out a huff and roughly shoved his unyielding chest. He didn't move.

"Jack! I'll be late for class."

"It's lunch time."

She pursued her lips. "Fine. What can I do to make you go away?"

His smile broadened. "I can think of a couple things." His gaze dropped to her lips.

"Jack!" Her cheeks turned a bright pink. She was suddenly breathless and very dizzy. No, no, no, no, no! She ducked under his arms and ran for all she was worth. She didn't stop until she was several halls away. Elsa leaned against a locker to catch her breath. Jack hadn't followed her. The only sound that echoed around the halls were her heavy pants.

"And I said no! I'm not allowed to."

"Anna, sweetie, it's just a party."

Anna? Elsa slowly stood up.

"I'm not going all ready. Can we please drop this?"

"Muffin cheeks-"

"Don't you muffin cheeks me!"

Elsa began walking towards the sound of their arguing voices.

"This is important to me."

"Hans, we can go to a different party."

Elsa rounded a corner. Hans' body language emanated aggression. He towered over Anna and took a step forward. Anna took a step back.

"After all I've done for you. Everyone knows I'm the most desirable male in the entire school. And I chose you. The least you could do for me-"

"Oh! So I owe you, is that it?!"

"Alright, fine. You know why I asked you to the dance? Because I felt pity for you. A little freshman with no date."

"Well, keep your stupid pity! I don't need it." Anna held her head high.

Hans' green eyes flashed. Elsa practically sprinted to her sister. Hans raised his hand. She stood in between them. It hit her cheek with a loud 'smack.'

"Elsa!"

Elsa opened her eyes. Anna stood next to her, hugging her. The blue turquoise of Anna's eyes filled her vision. Elsa turned to Hans. He looked moderately surprised, but rather pleased. With a smug smile, he strolled down the hallway. Anna glared at him as he went.

"That stupid little jerk!" That was Anna's worst curse word. She turned back to Elsa. "Are you okay?"

Elsa offered her a smile. "Fine."

"Elsa? Do you mind if we go home."

"Not at all, Anna. But we don't have a ride."

"It's only a mile or two. Not too far."

"Alright."

"We can explain the situation to Mr. and Mrs. Bennett. They'll understand."

Elsa nodded. Anna wrapped her arm around Elsa's waist, as if she needed support, and they walked down the hallway together.

"Thank you," Anna whispered tearfully into her ear.

"You're welcome."