ALKFJLSKJASKLAH SO FRUSTRATED! I JUST TYPED A WHOLE NEW SECTION TO THIS CHAPTER AAAAAAND A WHOLE THING ABOUT PROM AND CHROME SHUT DOWN AND DIDN'T SAVE! i feel like I need to go cry in a corner now...
Prom. So it was okay. The food was decent, as decent as any prom food can be, and the dinner was rather fun. After, dancing was sub-par. Sadly, the DJ (a student with his own company that sadly catered to the people I don't like) played only dubstep which is great for grinding, but not actually 'dancing' to. We tried to make the best of it though, and we had an awkward dance contest in the middle of everyone grinding. My friend won when he was doing the sprinkler and unintentionally hit this girl in the head. LOL. She was pretty mad, though. Then to get to go swimming in the water park attached to the place we held our prom, we had to have this really not well thought out bracelet plan that basically sent everyone into chaos and led to people-like my boyfriend and I- changing an hour apart from each other so he had to wander around the water park before he found me. Sigh. I think I partyed too hard though cuz my slight cold turned into a fever...if I milk it enough...maybe I won't have to go to school tomorrow...(evil thoughts)
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"Elsa, pack your bags." Jack's voice boomed in the throne room,causing Elsa to startle. Her hip moaned in pain at the sudden movement. Yes, she was not quite as springy as she once had been, in fact practically immobile if she let herself. But she would not. She was still a queen, and a good one at that, who would not let something as aching joints keep her from waking to a job she loved.
"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at her husband. Time had aged him well, she thought with a little laughter. In fact, he was not a 17 year old as he had once been, but not a 71 year old like she was. He had aged gracefully if one knew not his half-way immortal being, and he was content at around the age of twenty-nine. Ah, if only everyone could stay at that age of beauty and innocence forever.
"Pack your bag, Elsa. We're going on an adventure. Pack things for a week!"
Elsa narrowed her eyes, giggling softly. "Of what occasion?" She asked, tilting her head. Jack looked a little hurt.
"You don't remember?" He asked, sucking in hard.
Elsa stared hard at him. "I haven't forgotten that our 50th anniversary is in nine days, if that's what you're referring to, but I hardly think it requires such a long trip preceding it."
Jack looked even more hurt, but recovered quickly, "Too bad, hon. I've wiped your schedule. Heimdall is dying to get into that chair again...and hopefully not do as naughty things." He said, and Elsa winced. Yes, the chair had been sanitized thoroughly, but still.
"We'll be there for Rin's wedding, won't we?" Elsa asked cautiously. Jack looked very offended.
"Miss my baby's wedding? What kind of father do you think I am?" He asked hotly.
"Well, it's two days after our anniversary, and you are quite forgetful dear." Jack may have been more hurt, had she been wrong. The truth of the matter was that she was indeed right. Jack perhaps would have not even recalled the exact date of the wedding, he only really knew it was approaching, had Heimdall not come to him asking his opinion on a gift for the pair.
"Hey! Looks great...when's the wedding again?" He asked, and Heimdall dropped the sketch, eyeing his father.
"Eleven days. I'm older than you dad and I still remember," Heimdall shook his head.
"I knew that! I was just making sure you knew that." Jack insisted quickly. Heimdall just shook his head.
So yes, he was quite aware, and thankfully so. He would have hated to ask his wife the date, and then the wrath of Queen Elsa would have descended on him with great speed and anger.
While Jack was thanking Odin, Loki, Thor, Jesus, The Man in the Moon, and every other deity, Elsa was contemplating her daughter.
She had once feared her first born daughter would never get over her heartbreak. Yes, she had evolved so much than what she had first started, but for a while she just wasn't getting out there. Her and Xanthe had once told her that they were fine single, they didn't need men to define them. Yet Xathe had settled down by the age of 30, and was very happy. Elsa perhaps had to be grateful though- Elsa her share of relationships, although none infinite like Elsa and Jack were. Yet, she was not gallivanting around with men in the way Alfsol did, she was respectful and lady-like with her sparse dates.
Afsol-what a handful! He was very old now, but still seemed to have a harem of women at his disposal. Elsa supposed he could be considered attractive, but it was very questionable how he picked all these ladies up. Once, it was slightly impressive to be able to say, 'Hi, I'm the 6th heir to the throne!' and have at least 2/3 of women find that attractive and worth their time. But now? Elsa doubted that that line, which would now be changed to, "Hi there. I'm Alfsol and I'm the 19th in line for the throne' would impress a rock to sleep with him, much less a woman. Still, Anna was always frustrated when she found him drunk on the floor with a woman's underwear across his face, that did not look old at all but in fact was a little square of lace. Ew.
Back to Rin, Elsa reminded herself. Rin had been 35 when she'd met the most wonderful man in the world. He was not from around here, and right off the bat was intrigued and almost non-concerned about her frost abilities. They were still together 12 years later. And Rin always said they didn't need to get married, that they didn't need those labels and such because they were in love and faithful and that was it. Things became a little more complicated after children though.
She didn't have any of her own. Her time was rather up by the time they met and even begun talking about the possibility together. For awhile, Rin had been slightly disappointed that all their tries led to nothing, and begun to accept that she was just going to become the best aunt that ever lived. Then, a miracle in the darkest of places stood out.
Her fiancee's best friend was a single dad to a two-year old son and a new-born daughter when he met an untimely, tragic, and sudden demise. It was a heart failure that no one could ever predict. The children's mother had been absent since the little girl was born-straight up and left when she realized that the man was not made of money, and it was useless to try to get more. With no other family and nearly insane grandparents, Rin had immediately offered to take them in. Now they were three and five and had no inkling of any parents other than Rin and her soon to be husband. In fact, when the two decided to marry for the future of their new children- in case something ever happened- the two little ones were ecstatic. Elsa was informed when the four came to visit, and the children began running around gleefully crying, "Mommy and Daddy are getting married!" It was possibly the most adorable thing that Elsa had ever seen. She loved them like they were Rin's flesh and blood. Of course, they would never have thier mother's magic, but she had plently of other grandchildren that did and would pass it on.
Perhaps, Elsa thought, if Jack was intelligent enough (and on occasion he was) their holiday would end in Scotland to see the marriage of Princess Rin Frost and Lord Kane of McGuffin.
Then a thought hit Elsa. There was a wedding in 11 days! She couldn't go around for nine of those to lord knows where! There was still so much to do!
"Jack." Elsa sighed, "There are..." But she looked at his blue eyes and everything she was going to say just fell, "Fine. I'll pack." She said, appeasing him. He grinned.
"We leave at noon!" He announced with a grand gesture, and bowed, "To you, m'lady." His excitement practically oozed from every movement.
"Any idea where I'm going, Gavner?" She asked when her friend came in. Gavner gave a puzzled look.
"You're leaving?"
"Oh, he hasn't told you?" Elsa grumbled, predicting that Jack was most likely telling Heimdall of his responsibility for the next week as they spoke. But then Gavner chuckled.
"No, I know. I just wanted to mess with you. And I don't know, so don't ask." He added at Elsa's hopeful face.
"Ah, well." Elsa nodded to him, clasping her hands, "I'll leave you to prepare for my departure, then."
She sat on her bed a long while, just staring out of the window she'd looked out of for so many years, first as a young child bouncing on her parent's bed, and then when she and Jack first slept that night after she made everything okay again. She wondered where she was going.
There was some part of Jack that belonged to the wind. He was not so easily confined. His winter trips used to bother her, but now, she understood his intrinsic need to go out in gusts of power. It was the restlessness that brought him onto the roof when the moon was full, it was the way he bounced when he'd been sitting at meetings too long. In a way, Elsa was proud of herself. She had controlled her winter and captured the rest of the worlds. If she was a queen with worse vices, perhaps she would contain him.
She laughed after. Nothing could contain Jack. Unless he couldn't be seen. But then, whoever was to capture him would be accidental. He really was a peculiar man, even after all those years.
She packed light and responsibly, but still with a little caution. Jack could take her anywhere. Literally, anywhere. At noon, she met him with a bag in her hand.
"Where to?" She asked. He kissed her.
"Wherever you want, I guess." He shrugged, as if he hadn't really thought it out.
"I want to go to where we met." Elsa said after a quiet moment.
Jack laughed, "Anywhere in the world? And you pick a place two hours away?" Elsa shrugged.
"Jack, I'm an old woman. I like simple things, dear." Jack ran a couple fingers through her hair, and smiled.
"I suppose wherever the lady requires is where we go." He said, "You know, I haven't been back there since you were..." He gulped. Even after 50 years, the image of Elsa captured in those bonds made him furious.
"I know. Me neither. But I think we need to go back." She said sagely. He nodded in quiet agreement.
"Then we shall." He lugged their bags on his back and had his staff out. He smiled, grinning and held out a hand.
"Let's go home?" He asked meekly, and Elsa kissed his knuckles.
"Yes." She agreed, "Home." The words just drifted from her lips like a mist, and she was surprised herself. Was this not home? Yet the yearning to go back to that place, which at the same time held such awful memories, was so enchantingly lovely she could not possibly resist.
The fly was more strenuous than she recalled, and Jack noted immediately.
"If this is too much-," He began.
"Nonsense, Jack. Just a little not used to it." She said, pushing back the pains.
And besides, they were already there. The castle stood, slightly sagging, but still standing. The walkway, the magical bridge she had made in her youth, was shattered in the middle. Jack repaired it, much to her slight annoyance. She had created this place. Shouldn't she be the one to fix it?
Inside, ice splinters lay everywhere and certain parts had begun to thaw during the warmer times, but in all it's majesty the castle was still there. Memories flooded her conscience as she stepped inside. The chandelier rattled with the open door.
"Do you think anyone else found it?" She asked suddenly, turning, and eying the darkened corners warily.
"No one could survive in a house made of ice for more than a couple hours." Jack said dismissing the idea, "And with the broken bridge, how could anyone get here." Her fears were soothed.
Jack expected her to freak out when they reached the room where she had nearly killed the men before she'd been captured, which still looked ugly and jagged with hard spears jutting up through the floor. Instead, Elsa just laughed. Of all the noises, laughed.
"I was so foolish and young, Jack." She said, and melted the dangerous things, "Wasn't I?"
"A bit." He agreed, unsure how to approach her, totally unaware of what emotions may be swirling violently, ready to lash out at any time. Elsa seemed completely collected, though, and just shook her head as if she could read Jack's mind.
"No..." He didn't know how to finish his question.
"I'm fine. I am not a killer, I know that now. I wish I had acted with better poise, but I had never been taught the things that you attempted to in those short days. I understand why my parents locked me away, but I wish they had not. They made me fear it. There is a sour taste on my tongue therefore when I remember them, that I wish wasn't." It seemed her emotions were not so very composed, as the words spilled out of her in a long confession.
She turned to him, in a sudden movement that startled Jack. "I want to make this place last Jack." She said, a fire burning in her eyes.
"We have, Elsa." He said, spinning around.
"No. Not just 50 years, but 100 or 200 or 500 years after it was created. I want us to make it so grand and beautiful that when everything else about the snow king and queen has eluded the memories of the generation, this still remains."
"It will take some time." Jack said with a grin, "We can build from these frames. As a 21-year-old, your architecture was near flawless."
"Oh, it was merely adequate. I've studied the inner-workings and frankly I'm surprised that the ceiling hasn't collapsed yet." She chuckled.
"Don't be so modest." Jack said, stepping lightly on his feet to fly to the chandelier, "This is still here."
"A miracle." Elsa said, and pushed up her sleeves and opened her trunk, "Good thing I packed my favorite pair of slacks. This is not a job for a dress."
"Aww..." Jack complained, "But in a dress it's so easy to-,"
Elsa gave him a hard glare and he ate his words. She changed quickly, and did her hair up in a braid.
"Where to begin, Queen?" Jack asked.
"How about the best room?" She asked. Jack's eyebrows raised.
"And what room is that?" He asked, but he felt like he knew the answer. Elsa's eyes twinkled.
"Our bedroom." Jack's kiss was ferocious, and for a moment, Elsa forgot about everything but him and how he was in that moment that she wished she could capture in a bottle.
Everything was just utterly perfect.
Okay, so I'm literally like saving every five seconds now...ugg...you're glad I am forcing myself to update daily because usually when it happens, I lose the determination to update or finish a chapter because I have to re-write it and I just kinda disappear for a while. THE FIRST TIME I WROTE THE NEW SECTION WITH RIN WAS SO MUCH BETTER! *regret..*
So yeah, I added a section with Rin in, because you all wanted me to so badly and through your love for her, it made me love her even more :)
So here's the fun facts about her fiancee for you. His ancestor is Merida! I imagine him to look like her, but in a man form. Like a genderbent Merida, actually. Merida's name means honor and Kane in traditional scottish means honor as well. The reason his name isn't DunBrouch is because in the original plans of Brave, Merida was going to end up with the awkward fat Young McGuffin. Even though I'm a Merida/Hiccup supporter, this is a reasonably historically correct story and those two were literally centuries apart. I kinda support McGuffin/Merida. I like to imagine at the games, she perhaps had a slight crush on him, but her insistence to be single won over. She sees him years later and he's handsome and really grown up and the end up together. Years and years later, Kane is born and he marries Rin.