UGGG. Why do I have to get sick on the one day I have off of school? Thanks sickness (no really go die in a hole)

Thanks to everyone that reviewed (except you mr. flame- it's people like you that I really don't like): Breezy2319, lovinglovexx, Lord Edric, queenlionesses, Steadymouth. Wildmind

And now you, Mr. EragonShade.

First, if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple. And interesting how you're not signed in? I always wonder why nearly any flame I ever get or see don't have actual accounts? 'Interesting'. Secondly, there was no 'suggestive sex scene' in Chapter 28, and so clearly you read that chapter, as you could have chosen any old chapter to comment on, especially one that has what you suggested to be 'boring'. And really, out of all 28 chapters, that was the only fucking thin (excuse my french) that you could come up with to say? Pathetic. Do you even know what a piece of constructive criticism is? Not that. And even if it was breaching the line of being a suggestion (but you worded it as a demand, which I don't take kindly to, sweetie) there are a million ways that it could have been said nicer. For example; 'Hey, I think all the 'suggested sex scenes' are getting boring. You could-blah (whatever your hearts desire, that I should cut them out, write an M whatever your thinking'. That is a nicer way to say it. That is a normal person way to say it. That is a way to say it without being an asshole.

So take this as a warning people. I've dealt with flamers before, and I don't tolerate them. I will cut you down. Seriously.

Okay, now please enjoy :)


Jack awoke with a single thought; the castle was made for big families. Even before he was fully conscious, he heard the pitter-pattering of his children running through them with delighted giggles. He lay in bed, unmoving, listening to the symphony of a castle full of color and light. He heard the servants already going around to make the children's beds and tidy their rooms, the cooks chopping up the breakfast buffet, and the soft neighing of the horses as people came and left. It was hardly seven AM and the whole castle was already awake.

Elsa woke with the same thought; the castle was made for big families. It was moments in the silence that she really loved her children. She could hear them up and around, and for once no one was looking for her. When she had told Jack she wanted a big family, she could have never phantomed that there would be 13. Plus Anna and Kristoff's family, plus Heimdall's wife of now three months Aoife.

She recalled being a child herself, and how dull and lifeless the castle was. Every hall was gray, there was no light, and only three people working anywhere. Her parents were always there, but it was hard to rule from inside a castle with no one ever in or out. She hardly heard any noise. She was alone in the wide room for the heir, with no friends and no warmth. Now, she knew that when she walked out the doors of her room, she would be met with about twenty different things to do, children to care to, and life things to deal with.

But for now, she curled over at the same time her husband did, and noted he was wide awake too. "Morning, love." He whispered.

There was a tapping. At first, Elsa was irritated, thinking it was their door. No one was allowed to bother them until they came out, unless they woke at a very unreasonable time. They never did, though, so there was no reason someone should be summoning them. But Jack's eyes burrowed together, and he raised himself up and looked over her shoulder.

"Gavner?" He jumped out of bed, and threw on a robe. Elsa looked to the window of their bedroom, on the first floor, and stifled a scream to see Jack's best friend tapping at their window. She to grabbed her robe from beside her bed and did her best to be dressed moderately before she descended to the floor. Jack was already unhinging the window to let him in.

"Can't you use the door like a normal person?" Elsa sighed in frustration, turning to braid her hair.

"Maybe I"m just nostalgic..." There was something about his voice, and Elsa turned to see his eyes puffy and he looked positively old. Much older, and much darker.

"What's wrong?" She and Jack asked in unison.

"Where's Heloise? Wasn't she supposed to be back from her trip last night?" Jack asked, referring to his wife, "Where are the girls? Kai? Are they okay?" He gripped his friend's shoulders, and Gavner just broke in front of them.

"Something happened to the carriage. Hit a bump, I don't know. She fell into a river and hit a rock. They say she died instantly." Gavner said, head low, and his shoulders shuddered.

"Oh no." Elsa gasped, brining her fingers to her lips.

"I can't go back home, Jack. I can't. It was her house. She was the one who built it from the ground. She was the one that furnished every corner with whimsical things that I would have never brought into the house, but when she did, it was like it was meant to be there. She was the one who raised our children when I was at meeting or the store. Everywhere I turn, I see her ghost. I see her cooking, or laughing while she re-arranged the bookshelf, or sneaking up behind me to kiss my neck but when I look she's not there." Gavner was a wreck. He seemed to turn into a puddle, and wiped his tears away. He straightened his back.

"I guess I'll find a hotel, and I don't know...the kids are with my mother now, I already told them. They don't know that I don't want to go back there. It's not really home with Heloise." He said.

"Nonsense!" Elsa said, "You'll stay with us. As long as you need to."

"Hell, forever if you want." Jack agreed, sighing in relief. He was about to offer the same thing, but was glad his wife beat him to it so he didn't have to then ask her permission after lifting his hopes and dreams.

"What?" Gavner seemed caught off guard, "I couldn't..."

"Gavner." Elsa stood him up, and put both her hands on his shoulders, steadying him, "The kids have been calling you 'Uncle Gavner' since they could talk. Your children come in and out of the castle like they live here. You are family to us, and we could never turn family away. We have a smaller wing where dignitaries stayed for long periods of time.

Four bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. You can have there." She assured.

"I...I don't know what to say." Gavner said, almost falling in joy once again.

"Say you're going to go back and tell the kids to pack their things and be here for eight A.M breakfast." Jack said, clapping his old friend on the back.

"I will. I will." Gavner agreed.

Jack walked him to the door, and whispered once they were out of earshot, "And no orange juice for you. I'll have the coldest and best ale waiting, just to be nostalgic like you said, right?" He said with warmth, and Gavner gave him the saddest smile he'd ever seen.

"My world would be a darker place had my mother not read me bedtime stories of Jack Frost." He said simply, and left.

"Well, that is an unexpected start to the morning." Elsa took off her robe and was searching through her closet for clothing, "I'll tell them to set four extra places."

"I just feel horrible for him. It was so unexpected." Jack sighed, knowing that he should be getting dressed as well.

"I know. Kai's old enough to be okay, but the girls..." Elsa shook her head, "13 and 9, aren't they?"

Jack did the math in his head. "Yeah, yeah." He said twice.

"I was much older when I lost my parents, so I know when I say, that that is much too young to lose any parent. Especially a mother." She said, wrapping her arms around herself, "It's hard to become a woman without her."

"But now they have you." Jack kissed her forehead, "Let's go and tell the chef to make extra." He said, pulling on a simple pair of trousers and a cleanly pressed button down shirt.

As soon as he opened the door to their room, the attendant began bombarding Elsa with her and Jack's own schedules for the day. Elsa held up her hand, "Not now, Dunbar. There has been a tragedy, and I will resume this after breakfast. Do you understand?" The little man looked taken back.

"Of course m'lady." He murmured, "But what tragedy?"

"Gavner's wife died last night, suddenly." Jack replied, and Dunbar paled.

"Oh, what a night, the poor man." Dunbar said, "Do you wish me to postpone the morning meeting until he is ready to be an active member again?" He questioned.

"That may be months. He lost his love." Elsa shook her head, "Post-pone it until this afternoon, but we will not expect or ask him to attend." She decided.

"Very will. I will inform everyone. When should the meetings be pushed back as well?" He asked.

"I will see people at 11 today, Dunbar. Re-arrange wherever necessary."

It was quite the buzz throughout the castle. Elsa and Jack gathered everyone and asked that they be on their best behavior this morning, and not make a fuss about it a lot. They didn't need sorries, they needed company.

"Are we clear?" Jack asked sternly, looking each child in the eye.

"Yes father." Came the replies.

"Good." Jack clapped his hands, "Now who's hungry?"

No matter what was going on, no matter what was planned for the day, every Monday morning was a family breakfast. And by family, it was everyone. Kristoff and Anna's, Elsa and Jack, Aoife and Heimdall (although Elsa really hoped they wouldn't be a family yet, she didn't know if she was ready to be a grandmother), and some of their closest workers were occasionally invited. Now, there was four extra people sitting unfortunately in the middle of the table. The talk was a little whispered, making it a complete and unnerving silence.

Heimdall was doing a great job of keeping Kai entertained. To him, it was like having his best friend over for a permeant sleepover. The girls had not become quite as close like the boys were, but the ones around their age did their best to keep them company.

Thirteen year old Elira was hitting it off with Rizpah, as the girls giggled and talked about devious things. Elira was the more outgoing out of the pair of sisters, and Gavner described her as a troublemaker in sheep's wool.

Little Artia was a year older than Neela and Nevada, and the two twin sisters were trying to engage her in talks of fashion, which she didn't seem all too interested in. She seemed just a little overwhelmed and shocked at it all, and for once Elsa was not enjoying the family breakfast.

"Rin?" She asked, and heard nothing from her daughter, "Rin?" She turned to catch the attention, and saw her daughter pushing the food around her plate, trying not to be obvious that she was stealing glances at Kai. Elsa gave a gentle scoff, and nudged Jack who was stuffing eggs in his mouth.

"What? No." He whispered back, "She's too young."

"Oh, it's just a crush I'm sure. Harmless." Elsa giggled, brushing his hand.

"Not allowed." He grumbled, glaring at Rin who was longingly staring at her older brother's best friend.

"I told you this day would come." Elsa teased, and Jack locked his jaw. Jack ate the remainder of his breakfast with the expression and tensed motions of someone not eating food but violently stabbing someone to death.


A 'cool dad'. Whatta bout that Jack ;)

Artia (ah-TEE-ah): Gaelic. Means 'bear' or 'stone'

Elira: Albanian. Meaning Free.

And I guess it's sorta a day for ranting... (see flame rant above. You don't have to read unless you really want to.)

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So i post my stuff on dA (deviantart)- any pictures for this fanfiction, my own original art, and this story. I'm part of a Jelsa group to you know, get more response and put my writing out there. And usually, it's a pretty awesome group out of all the ones on this site. Until I saw this today; a contest announcement. And I'm like- cool, I like contests. And it had the word Fanfiction so I'm like 'EPIC! I WRITE FANFICTIONS' seeing as they've had art related ones in the past, and thought maybe it would be like write a one-shot according to said prompt. But it wasn't. It was a person who was going to give away 20 dollars randomly to someone who reviewed their fanfiction. Let me repeat in a slightly different way- if you go and review her fanfiction, you may or may not get 20 dollars. Really? That's how you're going to get reviews? That's not even a contest. That's just so tacky and shallow and UGGG i don't even know. It bugs me. /EndRant/