Author's Note: ElvisRules41: Lol. They'll get less dysfunctional. That WINNER: Yes, it is awesome! I still can't believe I'm off of school. Thank you! It's nice to have someone concerned about you. Often times I find writing very fun, but sometimes I just get kind of bogged down with life ;) So glad you liked the chapter! Yep, flirting can be fun, but it's not very fun when you don't like the guys who's flirting :P Thank you again for the fantastic reviews! Abbi: Thank you! Nightmareninja456: Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the plot ;) Don't worry, everything will be resolved (eventually).
Okay, I keep forgetting to add this to the author's note. So, Jack and Elsa are cold. It's not their fault, they're just cold naturally. So, anytime they feel heat inside of them is unusual (to say the least). The only time they'd feel heat is when they're experiencing love (love thaws). SO, if Elsa every feels an inner heat or if she touches Jack and he's warm, that's why. They won't feel warm any other time. Sorry, hope that made sense. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and please consider telling me what you think :)

He suddenly jerked back, trying to prevent himself from kissing her. Her lips were too tempting up close. He glanced back at her face and found her lips just as tempting as they were before. He clenched his jaw and willed himself not to look at her lips. Elsa, slightly confused, took a step backwards. Something inside of Jack rebelled at the thought of Elsa being so far away. He pulled her closer again, wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his chest. She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion. Jack wanted to kiss the frown away. He inhaled sharply, knowing once he started, there was very little chance of him stopping. Instead, he held her tiny wrist and pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist. He could feel her pulse quicken under his touch. He smiled slightly, his lips still pressed to her bare skin. She wasn't as unaffected as she wanted to be. Her hand began to tremble slightly. She gently pulled back. Jack slowly released her, though he was tempted to pull her back to him and kiss her senseless. She gave him one last, long look before walking towards Kristoff, who had his back turned towards them. Jack pressed his lips together, stifling a sigh of longing.

Elsa began washing and peeling potatoes in the sink next to him, barely out of reach. He practically had his eyes glued to her the entire time. Her hands were so delicate, yet nimble. He loved watching the way she washed the potato and peeled it to perfection. She quartered the potatoes and dumped them into a big pot on the stove filled with water. She walked next to Jack and flipped the stove burner on. Jack tore his gaze away from her and shoved the sweet potatoes into the oven below. He closed the oven door and set the kitchen timer for 45 minutes. He leaned his hip casually against the counter and watched as Elsa drained the potatoes. A stray curl fell in front of her face as she moved, glistening in the light. She blew at it in annoyance as the poured milk into a sauce pan. The curl fell back in front of her face. Jack absent-mindedly tucked it behind her ears, his fingers barely brushing her face. Jack drew his hands back, his finger feeling tingly. Elsa paused for a moment before resuming her work. She eventually poured the mixture of milk and butter into the bowl full of potatoes. She flipped on the switch the hand-held blender and began to run it through the bowl of potatoes.

After a few minutes, she curiously lifted the whirring blender up. The blender flung mashed potatoes in various directions, splattering a good bit on Elsa's face. Jack chuckled, warmth spreading through him. Her expression was priceless. She turned towards him, her pretty blue eye flashing, her cheeks flushed. She obviously didn't like being laughed at. Elsa turned up her cute nose at him. Jack vainly tried to suppress more chuckles, but ultimately failed. She leaned over the bowl of potatoes, completely ignoring him. Suddenly, Jack found mashed potatoes splattered across his face. Jack's eyes widened when he saw Elsa with a spoon, a small, mischievous smile on her lips. She turned back to the potatoes, obviously proud of herself. Jack smiled, his eyes sparkling playfully. She wouldn't get away that easily. Jack closed the distance between them in a few strides. He wrapped one strong arm around her slender waist while with his other he picked up a handful of mashed potatoes. Her forget-me-not blue eyes were impossibly wide as he held the glob of mashed potatoes up threateningly. She squeaked when he began to smear it across her face.

"Jack!" she squealed.

Jack held her firmly against his chest until he was finished coating her face in mashed potatoes. She wrinkled her little nose and glared at him. He smiled broadly. She looked incredibly adorable. Elsa snatched a rag from the counter and hastily wiped her face. She suddenly picked up a ball of mashed potatoes and smashed it against his face. Jack chuckled. She obviously hadn't learned her lesson. He bent down and wiped his mashed potato-covered cheek against hers. She squeaked as he rubbed the mashed potatoes back onto her face. He saw her hand dart back into the bowl. At this rate, there wouldn't be any potatoes left for Thanksgiving dinner. He snatched her wrist away from the bowl.

"You've been a very naughty girl," he scolded playfully.

Elsa pursed her lips and glared at him.

"Very naughty. And naughty girls need to be punished."

Her bright blue eyes widened and her lips parted, as if she was about to protest.

Jack suddenly pressed his lips to hers. Surprise flashed across Elsa's pretty face and she gasped, muffled by his lips, as Jack instantly took the opportunity to delve deeper. He gently guided her head, tilting it to one side. She naively followed his unspoken commands, responding eagerly to his touch. Heat flooded Jack's body as he gently pushed her towards a counter, pinning her in place. He pressed harder, wanting more. Elsa's soft lips parted farther as she let him deepen the kiss. Jack inhaled deeply. Elsa's minty aroma mingled with the warm, delicious smells of the kitchen. He felt the light, rapid beating of her heart, fluttering against her chest. Jack drew back from her intoxicating lips for a moment, allowing her to draw a shaky breath, before covering her lips with his again. He plunged his hands into the silky depths of her curls, weaving his fingers through her soft tresses. Jack felt an indescribable sweetness as she kissed him back. Her shyness lessened and one arm wrapped around his neck while the other combed through his soft hair. Jack teasingly withdrew, wanting to see how bold she was willing to be. Her grip on him instantly tightened and she deepened the kiss of her own accord. She wrapped one leg around his and Jack sensed her desperation as she pressed harder. He waited a few moments until her grip relaxed slightly before he kissed her softly, as if to reassure her he wasn't going anywhere. He toyed with her lower lip, gently nibbling on it. She gasped. Jack put one palm on her face, savoring the feel of her hot cheeks. He opened his eyes briefly, catching sight of her brilliant blush. Deciding to have some more fun, he drew away and gently nibbled at her ear. Her eyes were still closed and she completely relaxed on his grip. He watched various emotions play across her pretty features before pressing sweet, tender kisses on her neck. She trembled lightly. Jack stopped for a moment and simply cradled her in his arms. Her head rested in the palm of his hand. Her eyes fluttered open, looking dazed and dreamy. A rose-petal pink colored her cheeks and the same shade of pink colored her slightly parted lips.

She touched his lips and giggled. "Your lips are pink."

Jack wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and saw something pink smeared across it. He figured it must be from whatever Elsa was wearing. "So they are."

She smiled brightly. Jack felt like he would melt at the sound of her sweet giggles. He held her close, feeling her breathing slow as she caught her breath. She blinked several times and Jack saw the foggy blissfulness clear. She looked up at him, confusion evident in her eyes. Then he saw hurt and finally a sudden pain. She placed her splayed palms against his chest and shoved. His grip on her tightened. He desperately wanted to keep her close, to understand what was causing her so much pain. He wasn't about to let her go this time. Tears flooded her eyes and she tried to shove him away again. Jack crushed her to his chest, willing her to hold still. She desperately tried to get away before sagging against him with exhaustion. Her muffled cries were breaking his heart. He tenderly tilted her face up and brushed away all of her tears.

She inhaled shakily. "J-Jack, please. I can't live like this," she sobbed.

Jack cupped her face. "Why not?"

"Because it's killing me." She closed her eyes and more tears poured down her cheeks.

Jack felt his heart squeeze. He pressed her head to his chest and held her. His grip loosened when her sobs became quieter. He kissed her tear-stained cheek and shushed her gently. "Just tell me what's wrong."

She sniffled. "You already know."

Jack searched his memory thoroughly, but couldn't come up with anything. "Know what?"

Elsa shook her head and tried to back away. His grip instantly tightened. "Please, Jack. I don't want to-to impose on you anymore. I want you to be happy."

Jack frowned slightly. "And I want you to be happy."

Elsa glanced up at him. She shook her head.

Jack felt a twinge of frustration. "Elsa, just spit it out. Tell me. Please." His gaze locked with hers.

Her wide blue eyes seemed to pierce him. "Jack… I… care about you. And it's your decision. It's selfish of me to want this…"

"Want what?!"

"You." Her voice was so soft, Jack didn't think he'd heard her correctly at first.

"Me?!" His eyebrows rose.

Elsa looked down, but didn't answer.

Jack froze for a moment. He felt a surge of joy and relief. Elsa wanted him. "Good. Because I want you too." He gently nuzzled her neck.

Elsa's eyes revealed her confusion. "But Jack…"

He stopped. "Yes?"

"You don't want to marry me."

"What?!" Jack chuckled. Where had she gotten this idea?

She frowned slightly. "You wanted a permanent marriage with someone else."

He showered kisses over her confused, pretty face. "No, silly. I do not want to marry anyone else."

Her lips parted slightly. "But you said—"

"That I wanted a permanent marriage. With you."

"But I thought our marriage was already permanent."

"It is," he agreed. "But I'd still like to say our vows. I want it to be official. I want this to be a whole marriage, not just in name." He saw her eyes light up with understanding. They dimmed suddenly and she stepped out of his embrace.

Elsa blankly stared at the floor, feeling slightly numb. It seemed too good to be true. She was certain he didn't want her anymore. She felt dread seep into her. What if it is too good to be true? Elsa hugged her middle. How was it even possible that he'd want her? She twirled a curl around her finger, feeling slightly numb, as if the realization hadn't quite sunk in yet. For the past few days, she'd grown so accustomed to the idea she'd be tossed away after marriage. She glanced towards Jack. He smiled gently and cupped her jaw before tenderly kissing her. She felt warmth flicked within her. Jack drew away and reality doused her flame like a bucket of cold water. She shook her head, trying to clear the confusion. How could anyone feel anything for her?! It was simply inconceivable.

"We'd better finish or we won't have anything to eat tonight."

Elsa numbly nodded her agreement and returned to her bowl, now half full of mashed potatoes.