Jack's POV*

"I really don't need your help with the peeling." I muttered to Dylan as clumsily peeled the potato I had in my hand.
"It seems like you do to me." Dylan said, motioning to the huge pile of vegetables on the next table beside me on my right. I cringed at the sight.
"And besides, I volunteered to come and help you." he said as he peeled a potato in all but ten seconds. My eyes widened at his speed.
"Why would you?" I asked him, trying to peel the potato I had as fast as I could, trying to match up to his speed.
"Because, I'd like to talk to you and make things right before I leave in the morning." He said, laying his peeled potato on the table next to us on the left. He then picked up another one and began to peel that one.
"I really don't want to come between you and Elsa, if that's what you think." He said to me. I nodded my head.
"Good." I said, smirking at him.
"I really do think you and Elsa are great together."
"What?" I said in surprise. I seriously was surprised to hear this come out of him.
"I said ""I think you and E-" He said, but I broke him off.
"I heard what you said." I told him. "It's just that I'm surprised to hear you say that to me."
"And why's that?" Dylan asked, looking up at me.
"Well, I- it doesn't matter." I said shaking my head, throwing my peeled potato on the pile we had going and reaching over to the next table to pick another one up and begin peeling at that one.

I could feel Dylan's eyes on me, watching my every move. I didn't want to meet his gaze so I turned and looked into the next kitchen room where Elsa was. She was helping Anna pour chocolate icing on the cake they had on the table in front of them. Elsa looked up at me real quick and waved at me. I waved back at her.

" ! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP LOOKING AT QUEEN ELSA AND FOCUS ON THE VEGETABLES?!" I heard the big cook Alexander, who had the body of a freaking bowling ball, bellow at me. Dylan snickered and I huffed and went back to peeling the vegetables.

"Quit looking at Queen Elsa, Mr. Frost." I muttered, my voice deepened so I could match Alexander's voice.
"You must focus on peeling this spudsy potato you have before you." I heard Dylan say, his voice deepened as well. I glanced up at him and smirked.
We continued to peel the vegetables in silence, watching as the pile began to go down at last.
"You sure can peel potatoes real quick." I said, acknowledging how fast he could peel each vegetable. He nodded his head.
Yeah. I practically grew up in the kitchen at my castle back home." He said to me. "I was always afraid people would run away or say things about me if they knew about my powers. So while my brothers and sisters got to go outside and play with each other, sometimes with the villagers children, I chose to remain in the kitchen with my cook, and best friend, Gavin. He taught me everything that went down in the kitchen, and he was also the one who helped me with my powers. "
"Really?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Yes." He said, smiling. "He helped me slowly overcome my fear of my powers and I began to interact with my family and the villagers."
"Just like Elsa.." I whispered softly.
"Exactly like her. " He whispered. "And I owe that man a lot for everything he did for me."

"If you two are done doing what I told Mr. Frost to do well over two hours ago and talking over there, I'd like for you both to come over here and finish preparing our meal immediately." Said Alexander, furrowing his brow at us. We looked at each other and rolled our eyes at him. We approached the other huge table where he had been standing at.
"I'm going to head into the freezer room, or however Queen Elsa calls it, to get some more ingredients to finish preparing our meal." He said, turning to walk into the other room. I smirked and held my hand up, forming a snowball. As I was getting ready to throw it at him before he entered into the room, Dylan placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at him with a "What The Heck?" look on my face. He held a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. He then placed his right hand about a couple inches underneath my hand that held my snowball and extended his left hand out, and I watched my snowball disappeared from my hand and ice shot out from his fingertips and formed a thin, sleek sheet of ice that went from where Alexander was standing and led into the freezer room. Alexander took one giant step forward and he went flying into the room with his arms flailing over his head and screaming like a little girl.

Dylan and I watched as he pretty much flew into the room with Kristoff hot on his heels trying to keep his balance and catch Alexander if he were to fall. We were both laughing so much that tears fell from our eyes and held our stomachs from the ache that our laughter was causing. We heard a bang come from that room followed by Kristoff telling Alexander to stop moving so much or he was going to fall again. Another girly scream emitted from the room followed by another bang.
Both Dylan and I quickly composed ourselves and Dylan waved over the long sheet of ice and made it disappear. Alexander then came running out of the kitchen, trying to catch his breath. Kristoff then appeared behind him and asked him if he was okay. He just continued to try to catch his breath.

"What happened?" Asked Anna as she and Elsa came running up behind us, having heard the commotion in the next room.
"There. Was. Ice. EVERYWHERE!" Alexander called out in between breaths.
"Ice? Where" Asked Elsa as she looked around where we were standing.
"Right where you're standing!" He cried out, pointing down at Elsa's feet.
"I don't see anything Alexander." She said, examining the floor once more. He looked down at the floor and gasped.
"But-but the ice was here!" He crawled on all fours trying to feel for the sheet of ice he had just slipped on. "It was here!"
"Alexander, I think you've been working too hard. How about you rest for a little bit?" Anna asked as she got underneath one arm while Kristoff got underneath the other and helped him walk out of the kitchen and into the main living room.

Dylan and I snickered but stopped once Elsa turned to glare at us, hands on her hips.
"That was not funny." She said, giving us a serious look.
"We're sorry." Both of us said, looking down at the floor.
"Be careful next time." she said to us. She then punched me softly in the shoulder. "Don't be so mean next time." She giggled.
"No promises." said Dylan with a smirk. Elsa rolled her eyes at the both of us, heading back into the next kitchen room.