A few weeks later, there's still no action from Pitch Black. Although I'm happy about that, I'm also nervous. He can't have just disappeared like that for no reason. He's obviously planning something, which makes me fret more. I shake my head– I shouldn't be worrying about that now, but I am.

I stand in the ballroom with Anna who is looking excitedly around the room. "I want roses," she tells one of the wedding organisers. I stand behind them, not entirely sure what to say. I mean, up until recently, it was my wedding being planned. I even had my dress... I sigh.

"Colour?" the man asks, writing this down.

"Red. No! Pink. No! White! Elsa!" She turns to me desperately.

"Red," I say.

"Red roses it is," says the man, jotting it down on his notepad. The date of the wedding remains the same, so a lot has to be done as now, it's only three weeks away. I can't believe the date has come so close already.

After the wedding, the council says we will have the coronation for Anna.

I get a queasy feeling in my stomach, and I wrap my arms around myself. The last few mornings I've felt awful– I just want to throw up, and I can hardly keep down my breakfast. When I told this to Anna, her eyes grew wide, but she said it was probably nothing. Jack had gone away two weeks ago to bring snow to some country in the west. I hate when he's gone, but he promised he'd be back soon. I'm just hoping that it's today... I can't stand being apart from him so long, especially when Pitch is out there obviously plotting something.

I roll my eyes. I honestly need to stop thinking about– my stomach squirms, and I wheeze, feeling as though I'm going to get sick. "You okay, Elsa?" Anna asks in concern.

"I just feel sick," I admit, frowning. Anna's eyes grow worried, and she dismisses the wedding organiser. She takes my arm, and guides me to one of the chairs in the room. "It's probably just a bug," I say quickly, hating her look of worry.

Anna shifts uncomfortably on the spot. "As much as I'd love to believe that, I don't think that's it," she mumbles quietly.

A rush of cold air opens the ballroom doors and I stand up quickly– instantly regretting it, as my stomach twists. I sit back down again, hating this feeling.

Jack stands before me, looking refreshed and energised. "London doesn't even know what hit it," he says with a grin. "And America has about two foot of snow. It's– are you okay?"

I had pulled a face while he was talking as the feeling came back suddenly. I shrug it off. "Just not feeling well."

Anna stands up and gives him a look. He looks at her confused, then shrugs his shoulders and bends down in front of me. "You want to go to bed, El?" he asks me gently.

"I think we should invite the doctor to town," Anna says. "You look really pale– paler than usual."

"It'll probably go away in a few days," I tell them. I wince when I get a cramp– now those have been happening the last few weeks, but I've restrained from telling anyone that. I don't want to worry Anna. She looks doubtfully at me. "It's probably just a bug," I persist.

Both Jack and Anna look worried, Anna more than ever. "What other problems have you been having?" Anna asks me.

I frown at her. "I haven't," I lie. She gives me a look and I huff. "I've been getting cramps," I admit. "And awful back pains."

She counts on her fingers and holds up three fingers at me. "That's three!" she exclaims, startling me. "We need to get the doctor in here."

"Three what?" I ask her.

"Symptoms," she replies.

"Of what, exactly?" Jack says, standing up.

Anna bites her lip, and fidgets on the spot, looking uncertainly between us. "I don't want to jump to any conclusions," Anna tells us. She lets out a shaky breath. "Do you remember that time when the woman came to us, Elsa? And she gave us a certain talk?" I raise an eyebrow at her, but nod my head, remembering how embarrassed I felt that they hired someone to talk about the birds and the bees with us. "Elsa... You have three symptoms of pregnancy."

"What?" both Jack and I yell in unison.

Jack looks like he's going to faint, and plops himself down on a chair beside me. He puts his face in his hands, looking tormented. My hand instantly goes to my stomach- no. No, I can't be pregnant. I know Jack and I made love a few weeks ago, but he's immortal and I'm mortal! Oh, god. The nausea feels worse than ever.

Jack stands up, and begins pacing back and forth, shaking his head. "This is not good," he says.

"I could be wrong," Anna reminds us. Even she doesn't look like she believes that. "We need to get the doctor into town. He'll be able to tell us if she is pregnant."

"I don't feel good," I manage, as my breathing becomes rapid. I cover my mouth with my hand feeling like I'm going to throw up again. I stand up, but the room spins.

"Jack, take her to the bathroom," Anna orders him. "I'll write to the doctor."

In a daze, Jack nods his head, and gently takes my arm, guiding me out of the room. He leads me to the closest toilet, then locks the door behind him so I can't be disturbed. I slide down the wall and he sits next to me. After a few seconds, I wrap my arms around my knees, and bury my face into them. Jack places a hand on my back, and begins to rub it. Neither of us know what to say.

So we sit there in the silence. I feel conflicted– I've always imagined having a family... But not like this. This is absolutely messed up. Jack won't be there to help me... I'll.. I shake my head. Well; what can I do now? If I'm pregnant, I'll just have to suck it up.

What about the child, though? What will it be? Obviously speaking, it will have Jack and I's power for certain.

"Why?" I snap. "Out of all the times, why do I have to probably be pregnant now, while Pitch Black is out there?!"

"El," Jack says softly, calming me down, "I'm sorry. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to keep Pitch away."

"What if I am pregnant?" I ask him, wondering what he's thinking about all of this.

He ponders this for a few minutes, which feels agonizing. Finally, he looks at me and shrugs. "Well... I'll be there for you, El. I promised you that, and I meant it." I smile gratefully towards him but my throat feels too dry to respond. The knot in my stomach grows tighter until it physically hurts me. We only did it once; perhaps there's a small hope that I'm not pregnant and just sick.

I frown because I realize how bad that sounds. If I do happen to be pregnant, I would love the child unconditionally, no matter what. It's too soon, though. Everything is happening so fast that it's beginning to terrify me. This time last year I knew nothing about Jack, or the Guardians, or Pitch Black. Everything was so different back then. Although stressed, at least everything had been simpler. Now, everything's one huge mess and my life will never be the same.

I think I knew that, though, the minute I met Jack. I knew deep down, even when I believed I was just crazy and imagining him, that nothing was going to be the same. I just never realized how different it would be. Even if I had, I don't think I'd change a thing. Although terrified at the thought of being a mother, and having a child with an immortal as the father, I also feel like I could be a great mother. Of course, I'd probably just mess up a lot, but everyone makes mistakes.

There's a light knock on the door and both Jack and I look up. "Elsa," Anna calls in. "I sent one of the guards to the next town looking for the doctor. We'll know when he'll be here in a couple of hours."

"Okay," I squeak in reply. I stand up and Jack does too.

"You'll be fine," he says to me.

I give him a look and narrow my eyes. "If I am pregnant, I'll have to squeeze another human being out of my body, and you won't be around half of the time," I grumble. "But yeah: I'll be perfectly fine." I huff and then I sigh. "Sorry."

Jack simply grins at me. "Hey, no problem, El," he replies. "I know I won't be here all the time, but I'll be sure to be around as much as I can be."

I bite my lip. "If it turns out to be immortal you better take care of him/her when I'm..." I trail off and look the ground. I look up and smile. "Maybe things won't be so bad." I turn and open the door and find Anna still standing there. She looks slightly worried until she sees my smile. I look back to Jack. "I do think everything's happening too fast, though. It's kind of..."

"Terrifying?" Jack suggests.

"Exactly."

"Kristoff and I knew we loved each other pretty quickly," Anna reminds me. "So, I don't think things with you two are going to fast-"

"Are you expecting a child?" I ask her, interrupting her half way through her sentence.

"Well, no, but... you don't know if you are either," she retaliates. "Elsa, just remember: even if Jack's not around all the time, you have so many people to help you. I'll help you through everything. I love children- they're so cute and chubby and they have such cute little toes."

"You're crazy," Jack says to her.

"Or maybe just excitable," she answers with a smirk.

"No. Just crazy," he decides.

"I can't say I disagree," I tell her.

She pouts for a second before shrugging her shoulders. "You're not wrong." She claps her hands together excitedly. "I could be an aunt! Jack, we're closer to being in-laws if you think about it! This is so exciting! OH! What would you call it?"

"Anna, calm down!" I say, laughing. "I might not be pregnant."

"You might be pregnant?" I wheel around and see Joseph standing there, holding library books. Even though the wedding was called off, it turns out Joseph is really a good friend. Over the last few weeks he's been staying around the castle a lot. I reckon it's because of what I told him about Pitch- he's been reading a lot lately to find out more about this guy, but has found nothing. He also said something about it being his duty to protect me.

I rolled my eyes at that- himself and Jack don't seem to realize that I can take care of myself! I've been doing that pretty much my whole life. I am grateful, though, that they care about me.

He's standing beside Olaf whose eyes widen."Oh my gosh!" he exclaims, clapping together his twig-hands. "You're having a baby? That is so amazing. You should name him Olaf, after me. That would be so cool. This is crazy, you guys! We should have a party, and we can invite everyone. Wouldn't that be so cool? It would be so cool."

I rub the back of my neck nervously. "We don't know, yet." I furrow my brows together. "And no party, Olaf."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Olaf," I warn.

"What?"

"Nothing." I shake my head.

Joseph hesitates before answering. "Well, congratulations, I guess." He looks to the ground and shifts uncomfortably on the spot. No one says anything and honestly, I don't even know what to say. When Joseph figured out Jack and I were together in a complicated way, he made his feelings for me pretty clear: "I had hoped.." he had said. I feel guilty for some reason, but I can't force feelings for Joseph if they're not there.

"Why is everything awkward?" Olaf asks breaking the lingering silence between everyone.

"It wasn't awkward," Anna comments.

"Is it now?" Olaf questions.

"Yes," Jack tells him. "Wait to go, Snowman."

"Um, well, I guess I should go," Joseph utters, lifting up his books a little. "I've got quite a bit of reading to do." He bows his head and strides away from us. I gape after him until he turns a corner and vanishes from view. I really hope he can move on from his feelings from me because I want nothing more than to just be friends with Joseph. He really is a great guy.

Maybe I can set him up with that girl who was ogling at Jack at the ball a few weeks ago. I simper feeling pleased with myself.

"Soo... Are you gonna call it Olaf?"

I can't help but dissolve into laughter. "Sure thing, Olaf," I reply to make him happy. "We'll name it after you."

Suddenly my stomach explodes with warmness and butterflies- part of me is excited by the thought of being pregnant, and the other half is absolutely terrified. I beam to myself. Maybe being pregnant wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, and Anna is right: I have lots of help around if I need it.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks placing a hand on my shoulder.

I look at him and smile. "My head feels all over the place," I tell him. "But besides that, I think I'm fine. I don't feel as sick anymore too."

"Good, because I was scared for a second you were gonna throw up on me," he teases.

"Please, I have some class," I reply, sticking out my tongue at him.

"Ah, yes. Very classy, indeed," he jokes. He ruffles my hair and I pout. I guess I should have seen that one coming.

Ah, don't you just love the wonderful world of writers block!?

oh look i added more Olaf. :)

I've become extremely lazy and a little preoccupied with exams that it's hard to get my mind into the story anymore!

Also... I may not reply to comments for awhile! D: I've a lot happening rn, and I'm wayyyy too busy to reply! I have a college interview on the 13 of March, then another one on 18/19/20 of March, then I begin my Irish orals and music practicals on 30-1 of March-April! But I also have my pre exam oral on the 10-12 of March... And my last pre exams are tomorrow! (English Paper 1 and Art- I missed last Monday for the funeral, so I missed English paper 1..) I also still haven't thought of any storyboards for my portfolio and i have to have a minimum of two and I'm freaking out and I just want to cry...

okay.. I rambled..

slán go foill :)