"So what are you planning to do when you get there? Live on the top of the mountain like some snow queen?" Jack said with a smile.
He had a point. What did she plan on doing when she got to the top of the mountain? So far, her goal had just been a device to keep her moving forward, driving her away from Arendelle, further into this icy oblivion. Now that she was staring reality in the face, Elsa really wasn't sure what she'd thought would happen when she reached the mountain's peak.
Distracting her from her thoughts, Jack added, "At this rate, we'll be there soon."
A warm swell of gratitude arose at his use of the word "we'll". She wasn't sure exactly how or why Jack had decided to become her traveling companion, but having experienced the alternative of being completely alone, she was more than welcome for his amiable company.
Her stomach growled, breaking the silence that had fallen while she failed to reply. Laughing, Jack commented, "I guess we should find you some food. Do you know if there's a village or something nearby?"
Elsa wasn't sure exactly where they were, but mentally reviewing the maps she had studied, it wouldn't have made much of a difference if they knew their precise location. Answering Jack's question, she replied, "Umm, I don't think so. We're far from most of Arendelle's populated areas, and the mountain terrain is extremely inhospitable. Any permanent settlements would be small, well hidden, and unable to support two extra mouths to feed."
Slinging his shepherd's crook over his shoulder, Jack said, "Well, technically, they'd only need to support one."
"What?" Was Jack going to leave her so soon?
"Winter spirit, remember?" He prompted, waving a hand in front of her face. "I don't need to eat food. Although, it can be extremely delicious."
Elsa's stomach seconded his statement with another gurgle. Hiding her embarrassment with a laugh, she asked, "So how do you propose to acquire some food?"
"Simple," he said, rising in the air. "I'll be back soon. Don't move, or it'll be hard for me to find you."
"Jack—"
But by then Jack/he was gone, flying away in the direction they had come. Elsa sighed, sitting down in the snow. At this point, there was nothing she could do but blindly trust him and wait, so she might as well be comfortable. Hugging her knees up to her chest, Elsa watched as the bright summer sun finally started descending toward the horizon.
With fall semester starting up again, I'll have less time to write (especially taking 17 credits. Yeesh!) So I have a question for you lovely readers out there:
Would you prefer frequent updates with less content, or more writing with longer intervals in between updates?