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Chapter 17: Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff

When Jack opened his eyes, the next morning, Elsa was gone. He was warm from the remnants of the fire, and he noticed that the quilt he'd covered Elsa with the night before was now around him. Elsa must have put it over him to keep him warm before sneaking away. He closed his eyes.

It smelled of her.

He smiled as he remembered last night. He hadn't known calm like that in a long time. He remembered counting her breaths as she slept against him, her hand on his chest. He'd watched as the light of the fire played in her hair. Had smiled when she'd muttered nonsense in her sleep. It felt like the time had stopped, and they were the only ones in the castle.

"The Gryffindor bed not comfortable enough for you, Overland ?"

He jerked completely awake and saw what he hadn't a couple of minutes earlier. The sun had flooded into the Common Room, and his fellow Gryffindors were descending to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat up clumsily, still groggy from sleep.

Hiccup and Merida were both staring down at him, arms crossed, a bemused look on their faces.

"I couldn't sleep," he muttered as he stood up, his limbs crying out in protest.

"And you decided to lay down… on the floor?" Merida asked, bemused. He ignored them, instead climbing to his dormitory to change.

…

Elsa let the slight breeze play in her unbound hair. After leaving Jack, fast asleep before the fireplace, she'd gone back to her dormitory to take a shower and change (she'd been in her clothes from Quidditch practice since the day before, which was getting rather uncomfortable) before leaving again. She hadn't known where her feet were taking her until she'd been standing outside the Owlery. She'd slowly climbed the spiralling staircase to the top, where no sound could be heard apart from the ruffling of feathers of a couple of owls that had come back from their deliveries. She'd watched as the rising sun had gradually filled the castle grounds with its morning light, and how its rays touched the water, reflecting the light in a beautiful arc.

She kept replaying the events of last night. How she'd gone from being so anxious, so tired, to being completely calm and happy in a short amount of time. It scared her, how much Jack had been able to calm her down, how he'd taken care of her… she couldn't get used to it, she knew. Because if she got used to it… she'd fall in love with him.

And that was something to avoid at all costs.

She closed her eyes as she replayed the memory of him holding her close against him. She'd felt so safe as she'd drifted off to sleep: like no-one, even her parents could hurt her as long as she was with him.

A dangerous illusion, she knew.

She bit her lip, holding back a smile as she thought back to him giving in to her kisses- it was crazy, she thought, to have that power over someone. She couldn't explain why she, of all people, had the ability to make Jack lose himself in her embrace, even when he was trying not to.

The owls, coming to distribute the morning post, appeared on the horizon, flying towards the castle, their wings spread majestically. She was so unbelievably happy, it was ridiculous, she thought as they flew past her, continuing towards the Great Hall. Her relationship with Jack felt like a precious secret, a delicate flame only the both of them could see.

The sound of flapping wings next to her face jerked her out of her reverie. An owl was looking at her with a stern look as if he knew what she'd been thinking about and thought that there were far more important matters to think about.

That's when she noticed the letter hanging from his claws. She looked back at the owl, recognising the school bird she'd sent her parents, requesting that she be allowed to go home for Christmas break. It wasn't too soon! Christmas break was in a week, and she'd sent a letter to Arendelle, asking if she could go home for the holidays over two weeks ago, and hadn't heard back. She knew the whole group was going home for the holidays to their respective families, and she'd been dreading being the only one to stay at Hogwarts- how could she explain that to her friends? To Rapunzel? To Jack, who already knew far too much about her?

She took the letter from the owl, thanking the animal before it flew away to one of the available perches, and tore the letter open eagerly. She recognised the Arendelle seal, A castle surrounded by a fjord that she knew, at this time of year, would be covered with ice.

Dear Princess Elsa,

Your father and I have discussed your homecoming for the end of the year celebrations. Whilst Anna was very excited about the prospect of you coming to see us, the King and I still think that it is too soon for you to come back home. We are eagerly waiting for you to come back to Arendelle, but this will only be possible once the control you have over your powers is complete so as not to provoke any unwanted accidents.

We will perhaps summon you in the spring, for your father and his ministers have formed a plan that would permit you to be of great aid to Arendelle.

Lovingly,

Queen Iduna

Elsa's throat had gone dry as she read the words in her mother's sweeping handwriting. Although her mother tried to express her affection as much as she could, Elsa could read the words hidden between the lines. Her father didn't want her home yet; Anna still didn't know where she was, and although her mother missed her, she wasn't disagreeing with King Agnarr.

She swept her hair behind her ear. Well, that was it then. She would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. Alone.

She loved the castle, she really did. It had provided a home for her when her own home didn't want her there. It had taught her so much… but the thought of spending Christmas in the cold corridors of the castle, deserted by most of the students including her friends and Jack… was almost too much to bear.

She swallowed back the lump in her throat. She wouldn't cry over this. Her parents didn't want her home for a good reason- she'd brought this on herself when she'd lost control of her powers that fateful night, and injured her little sister. They were perfectly right to keep her away. She would keep learning more about magic, keep learning because that was the only way she could hide her magic. And maybe, once she showed her parents that she'd indeed learned all there was to know about it, they'd let her back into the family.

Just maybe.

She glanced back at the letter.

We will perhaps summon you in the spring, for your father and his ministers have formed a plan that would permit you to be of great aid to Arendelle.

Wasn't that good news? The King and his cabinet were thinking of something that would let her prove to them that she was worthy of being in the family and worthy of wearing the crown. She wondered what that plan was.

She sighed, blinking the tears away and regaining her composure. That was that. She wouldn't be going home this Christmas. And she also wouldn't be telling Merida, Hiccup, Rapunzel, Flynn and Jack she was staying at the castle until the very last second. That way, they wouldn't be able to ask questions she couldn't- and wouldn't- answer. Besides, her entire focus would be on the upcoming Quidditch match. Tomorrow, she would be concentrated on winning, without the anxiety of going home overshadowing her thoughts and having an effect on her performance.

…

Elsa hadn't showed up for breakfast, but Jack had expected it. He didn't know where she'd gone after she'd left him sleeping on the floor this morning, but something had told him that she hadn't been going down for breakfast.

He'd finished eating and was halfway out the double doors of the Great Hall when he spotted Sophie. She was eating with Damien, another member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, their faces tight with stress. Jack felt his shoulders tense with rage, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd spun on his heels, and was walking with determination towards the Ravenclaw table, and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

"Now we have to be sure that the team understands the tactic if we want a chance to win-" Sophie suddenly stopped talking as Jack stopped beside her, crossing his arms.

"Hi, Sophie," he said, in a tone that made it very clear that he was not happy about something. "Could I have a word?"

"Sure," she nodded, giving Damien a confused look. Damien stood up as if to move away, but Sophie stopped him.

"You can stay Damien. Whatever Jack is so annoyed about, I'm sure he can tell me about it in front of you."

Jack bristled at her condescending tone but ignored it.

"Listen, Sophie, I understand that winning the Quidditch Cup is important to you, but if you keep treating your team this way, I will report you to Flitwick."

"I don't know what you're talking about," snapped Sophie.

"Oh really? Look at Damien. He looks like he hasn't slept in days."

Damien mumbled an unconvincing protest. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes- but it was nothing compared to the tiredness that had been in Elsa's eyes last night.

"Why don't you worry about your own team, Jack? You are just scared of losing the Cup to me."

Jack barked out a laugh.

"First of all, the only reason I'm not sure of winning against you is that Elsa can grab the Snitch faster than Krum himself. Second of all, if you continue like this, I sure as hell aren't scared of losing- your team is exhausted, and Elsa is so tired and hungry she doesn't even have the strength to fly, let alone catch the Snitch."

Damien gaped at him as Sophie's face flushed with anger.

"Elsa shouldn't be blabbing off to her boyfriend about her training," she spat. "Especially when he is the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain."

Jack didn't even bother denying he was Elsa's boyfriend.

"She didn't need to tell me anything. She's been walking around like a starved corpse for weeks now." He put his palms flat on the table between Damien and Sophie.

"After the match tomorrow, you better relax on Elsa, or you'll be hearing from me." With that, he turned and left, not noticing Rapunzel staring at him, two seats from Sophie, having heard every word.

…

The next day, the morning of the match, the whole school gobbled down breakfast before heading down to the pitch in a long procession. The stands were filled. Elsa knew that her friends were probably already seated in the stands, now draped with Ravenclaw's blue and silver colours. The changing rooms were empty, and she exhaled, trying to rid herself of the tension sitting on her chest.

She felt as if she could barely breathe- her legs and hands were trembling, and she couldn't make her mind up to leave the room, even though she knew that the only thing that was stopping the start of the match, was her. They were waiting for her on the pitch, and she'd heard Sophie calling her name twice now.

She couldn't do it.

She was so tired she could barely stand up. It felt as if the weeks of training, exhaustion and hunger were catching up to her all at once. She felt herself sway on the spot, and she slumped down on one of the benches, cradling her head in her hands and twisting her hair in her fists, desperately trying to regain control of her breathing. She was hyperventilating, feeling as if she couldn't possibly get enough air to her lungs, let alone going out onto the Quidditch match and playing.

She couldn't bear the thought of letting Sophie down- if she lost this match, she felt as if she would lose her worth not only as a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team but also as a Hogwarts student. She would be disappointing her team, Flitwick, the whole school that was waiting for her to prove her worth, and… Jack. Jesus, what would he say if she lost? He'd told her that she was talented, that she was capable of playing Quidditch just as much as him… and she was going to prove him wrong.

She knew she was spiralling, having an all-out panic attack, but she couldn't seem to regain control. Thoughts were racing through her head at an incredible speed, not letting her grasp unto reality and spinning a cocoon of inescapable panic around her.

…

"What's going on?" asked Merida, frowning as she looked down onto the pitch. "Why isn't the match starting?"

Jack looked down at the grass far below. The whole Hufflepuff team was there, including their two Beaters, two equally colossal boys that were far too strong to have the power to send a Bludger at incredible speed flying towards players. Madam Hooch was also there, the box with the Quaffle, Bludgers and Snitch at her feet. He realised what was missing- he couldn't see the shine of Elsa's blond hair from where he was.

"Elsa's not there," Rapunzel muttered, frowning and squinting her eyes as she looked for her friend.

"Did you see her leaving your dormitory this morning?" asked Jack.

She nodded. "I was half-asleep, I heard her walking out all dressed in her Quidditch robes. I didn't see her at breakfast either."

Jack pressed his eyes shut, rubbing them in exasperation.

"Not eating before a Quidditch match is a big mistake," he said, shaking his head. "She is so irresponsible sometimes."

He didn't miss the quizzical looks his friends gave him but ignored them. He watched as the Ravenclaw team became increasingly agitated, Sophie turning a few times towards the Ravenclaw changing rooms. He heard her voice call out something, and e was pretty sure it was Elsa's name.

"Maybe she's just late," shrugged Hiccup, stretching and putting his arm around Merida's shoulders. He shook his head.

"That's not Elsa." There was a pause.

"I"m going down to see if she's okay," he said suddenly, turning towards the wooden stairs of the stands.

"What?" Merida blurted. "Look, Jack, I'm sure you're just being a good friend, but Sophie and the whole team is down there-"

"Elsa's been exhausted because of that team," snapped Jack. "They don't care how she's doing, they just want her to win. She's exhausted, and I know she's been stressed out-"

"Jack, she's not your responsibility," Merida said. "I'm sure she's fine, you're stressing out over nothing- Elsa doesn't need you to save her, she's a big girl."

"I'm not trying to save her, I know she can manage by herself-"

"Well then, sit down and wait for the match to start," she snapped, her red curls gently moving in the slight breeze. He ignored her, turning away from them.

"I'm just going to check if she's okay," he said, ignoring their protests and climbing down the stairs quickly.

Jack took the long way around the Quidditch pitch, so nobody would see him enter the changing rooms. There was enough speculation about him and Elsa's relationship as it was- their friends were clearly suspicious, Sophie had taunted him on Friday morning about him being her boyfriend, and he'd overheard just earlier that day a couple of fourth-years gossiping about the supposed new romance involving the new girl and the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. He tentatively opened the doors.

…

"Elsa?"

She looked up. As she took in Jack's shock of white hair, his blue eyes sick with worry, she felt a tremendous relief pass through her veins.

"Hey, you," she said softly. He smiled at the tender greeting and walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Guess you like having people wait for you, huh?," he grinned, shoving his hands in the pocket of his blue sweatshirt. "Planning on making a grand entrance?"

"Yes." she smiled, rolling her eyes, "My plan is to seduce every boy in the whole school by being late."

"I see," he nodded absentmindedly. "Great plan. Tell me if it works, I might try it out on the girls."

She laughed.

"Seriously, care to tell me why your team is waiting for you outside?"

Just like that, the anxiety came back, tightening around her heart. She bowed her head, fidgeting with the end of her braid.

"I can't do it, Jack," she said. "I can't go out there."

"Why not? You've done it before."

"Because-" the words seemed to get stuck in her throat. "I'm scared of losing."

"Why?"

"Because- because- I'm scared-"

"Of what?"

"I don't know-"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Of disappointing the team, and disappointing Sophie-"

He shook his head. "No, that's not it. Maybe part of it, but not all of it."

"Fine!," she exclaimed, turning her back to him. "I'm scared that if I lose, you all will see that I'm an imposter, pretending to belong here when I don't. I'm scared of disappointing you, that you will realise that you made a big mistake-"

"Just because you lose a Quidditch match,?" he said, and she didn't need to see his face to know exactly what his face looked like in that precise moment, a stunned expression etched onto his features.

"I can't explain it," she shrugged, turning back to him. His face was indeed a mask of astonishment and incomprehension.

"Losing happens, Snowflake," he said, walking closer to her. "Look at me, I lose sometimes. And let's be real, I'm a god at Quidditch-" she snorted, and he raised his eyebrows, an outraged expression on his face. "Well, I am."

"Of course you are," she answered sarcastically. He gaped, scandalised. Quicker than she could follow, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She squealed as she fell into him. Jack grabbed her waist, steadying her. She bit her lip, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Are you questioning my ability to play Quidditch?"

"No, I'm questioning you being a god at Quidditch."

"Maybe I'm not a god at Quidditch, but trust me, I'm a god in other things."

She felt herself blush, even though she tried to keep her cool.

"Is that so?" she asked, faking nonchalance although she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from his lips. "What other things?"

"You really want to know?" he muttered. She nodded, barely breathing. The hand on her waist barely- just barely- brushed against her thigh, his finger moving in a circular motion. Her breathing hitched as he licked his lips, and she closed her eyes as his lips gently came down, expecting a kiss. His lips brushed against hers, lingering but not quite pressing down. She groaned in frustration, and she felt him smile. The fact that he was enjoying teasing her so infuriated her.

"Now go out and show them what you can do. I'll be watching, and I couldn't care less if you win or lose. You'll always win with me."

She smiled, and kissed him on the cheek, nodding. He squeezed her hand before letting her go, leaving her to walk out. She was near the door when he called her name, and she turned back.

He passed his hand through his hair in a self-conscious gesture.

"This is probably the worst time for this conversation," he started, and Elsa saw as he swallowed anxiously. "But we are… um… exclusive- right?"

"Exclusive?" she frowned.

"I mean," he said, chuckling nervously, "You're not really planning on seducing other boys, right?"

She laughed at the worried look on his face, feeling as though her heart were melting.

"Why would I plan seducing anyone else when I have a boy claiming to be a god in bed?" she said, her hand on the doorknob. He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as he grinned with relief.

"Of course," she continued, turning away from him and opening the door. "You will have to prove that to me before I believe you."

She left, leaving Jack gaping after her.

…

Elsa didn't feel calm. She was a far cry from calm. But she felt in control of her body- she wasn't trembling anymore, her breathing was normal, albeit a bit quick, and her thoughts were no longer torturing her. She knew that Jack had flirted with her to distract her, and it had worked.

"Where have you been?," snapped Sophie.

Elsa ignored her, making sure to keep her nerves in check. The sun was shining down on the pitch, and the clean fresh air further helped her to slow down her pulse. She felt herself shift into a more focused version of herself. Sophie muttered something underneath her breath, and Elsa noticed Zachary watching her with an odd look. She hadn't talked to him since he'd helped her get back to the castle on Thursday night, and he'd confessed to liking her. But she had seen at dinner, watching her as if she owed him an explanation.

"Now that everyone is here, can we start?," asked Madam Hooch sternly. Elsa nodded, mouthing an apology.

"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three… Two… One…"

The fourteen players kicked off from the ground, the crowd roaring far below them. Elsa wondered if Jack had had the time to get back in the stands.

She zoomed higher than the other players, gazing around for a glint of gold. On the other side of the stadium, the Hufflepuff player was doing exactly the same.

"The Hufflepuff Chaser has the Quaffle now- she's ducked Sophie, ducked Damien and she's- ouch- been hit from behind by a Bludger… Sophie catches the Quaffle, and speeds towards the goalposts…"

The commentary rang through the stadium and Elsa listened hard while looking for the Snitch, trying to keep track of the game above the yelling, booing and singing of the crowd.

Bletchley, the Hufflepuff Keeper had saved the goal Sophie had tried to throw into the hoops; the Quaffle came back into Hufflepuff possession. Elsa went into a dive as a Bludger, aimed at her by one of the Hufflepuff Beaters, soared dangerously close to her head. The crowd gasped at her narrow escape, but she didn't lose her focus as she started circling the pitch.

"Warrington drops the Quaffle and Sophie- er- drops it too- so that's Warrington again with the Quaffle, passes it to Hufflepuff Captain Totery and he's off up the pitch, come on now, Ravenclaw, block him!"

Elsa zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Hufflepuff goal hoops, trying her best not to look at the Ravenclaw end of the pitch and to keep her focus on the Snitch.

Elsa did not have to look to see what happened: there was a terrible groan from the Ravenclaw stands, and deafening cheering from the Hufflepuffs. The commentator gave out the score, Hufflepuff taking the lead. She could practically feel Sophie's gaze on her, urging her to catch the SNotch quickly. She almost became overcome with panic again, but she closed her eyes and breathed.

I couldn't care less if you win or lose. You'll always win with me.

With renewed determination, she opened her eyes and soared high above the players again, squinting to see a flash of gold. Hufflepuff scored another few goals, but Elsa didn't let the sounds of the crowd get to her. The Hufflepuff seeker wasn't even bothering to look- he was tailing her, watching for her next move.

Two more goals for Hufflepuff were announced; there was an edge of panic in Elsa's desire to find the Snitch now.

That's when she did. The tiny fluttering Golden snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Hufflepuff end of the Snitch.

She dived. In a matter of seconds, the Hufflepuff seeker, Jordan, she thought his name was, was streaking out of the sky, following her, a yellow and black blur lying flat on his broom…

They were so class to the ground she could see every spade of grass. Elsa lifted her right hand from his broom, stretching towards the Snitch… to her right, Jordan's arms extended too, reaching for the small golden orb…

It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds. Elsa's fingers closed around the Snitch, and she swept out of the dive, raising her enclosed fist into the air, soaring upwards. The crowd yelled out- in joy or disgust according to which end of the stadium you were- and she savoured the feeling of the sun on her back.

They all swooped to the ground. Sophie sprinted to her, hugging her so tightly she thought that her ribcage would crack as the commentator yelled out the results. Her teammates were all congratulating her, Madam Hooch was commenting on that truly incredible dive, Elsa- that was unbelievable…

But she didn't care. She cared only about Jack, arms folded, leaning against the door of the changing room, across the pitch. He was too far away for her to hear him. But she saw as he mouthed to her.

Well done.

She looked back smiling before Sophie pulled her into her arms again. When she looked back, he was gone.

…

The changing room was silent. The whole team had left, running back up to the castle, already planning a celebratory party. Elsa sighed as she took in the silence, so peaceful after the joyous screaming had nearly rendered her deaf. She took off her robes, dressed only in a tank top and black jeans. She unbound her hair, loosening the soft curls the braid had left behind around her shoulders.

She'd won.

She couldn't believe it.

She hadn't thought she was capable of it. But she'd been more perceptive, faster and more skilled than her opponent. And she'd been able to it because Jack had believed she could do it- he didn't have a doubt that she could.

"You're still here?"

She turned, looking at who was in the doorway. It was Zachary. She'd seen him leave with the rest of the team- why was he back now? He'd changed out of his Quidditch robes and his broomstick was nowhere to be seen.

"I'll be out in a minute," she said.

He didn't leave, leaning against the doors of the changing room.

"About Thursday night-"

Thursday night… the night when Zachary had walked her back to the castle, and apologised for what had happened at the start of the year, and had confessed to liking her.

"I don't think you should have reacted like that," he said.

"Look, Zachary, I don't have time to handle this right now-"

"Is that how you treat guys that confess to liking you?," he retorted, and Elsa detected anger in his voice. "You're pretty, Elsa, but you're an ungrateful bitch."

She looked up suddenly, hardly believing her ears. Was that why he'd come back to the changing room, knowing very well she'd be alone?

She smiled softly, trying to be as non-hostile as possible. She was completely alone with him. The sound of the Quidditch pitch was rapidly fading as the students went back up to the castle- her friends were probably waiting for her there- and Zachary could easily overpower her.

"I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way, Zachary. I'm just not interested."

"Do you know how lucky you would be, to have me?"

"I'm sure," she muttered with irony, standing up. She realised her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. A shadow of rage traversed Zachary's eyes, and he started walking towards her. She cringed, backing up against the wall. When he was so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek, she tried to dodge to the left.

WHAM.

Her heart flew to her throat as he smacked his hand on the wall next to her face, so fast she winced, the impact vibrating through her. She didn't dare move. He came close to her ear.

"I would make you moan and beg for it, darling," he whispered. She felt a shiver of disgust tingle down her spine. She tried to shove him away, but he was too strong for her, and didn't yield an inch. With horror, she realised his hand was now gently stroking her thigh.

"Zachary, if you don't let me go right now-"

"I promise you'll like it, Elsa. You won't be so stuck up after this-"

Before he could finish his sentence, without even realising she'd made the conscious decision to do it, she brought her knee up in a sudden movement. The heavy blow to his crotch made him gasp in pain as his hands dropped to protect himself. He bowed down in pain, groaning. He looked up, tears of pain in his eyes-

"You stupid slut-"

Elsa realised what was coming when he stood up and raised his fist. There was nothing she could do to stop the blow- Zachary didn't seem to care that there was a whole Quidditch pitch outside waiting for them, so blinded by rage he was. Her hands came up reflexively, trying to protect her face-

"Oh no you don't."

There was a blast, and before she could process what was happening, Zachary was sent spinning across the room, away from her.

…

Hiccup gaped at Jack, standing in the doorway of the Ravenclaw changing rooms. His face was a mask of rage, his features twisted into an expression Hiccup had never seen on his friend's face before.

They'd all decided to wait for Elsa at the exit of the common rooms, and had been talking about her majestic catch of the Snitch when they'd heard a loud noise. They'd decided to check it out and had arrived just in time to hear Zachary say something disgusting about moaning and begging… Jack had rushed into the room just as Elsa had- in a brilliant defensive moon, he might add- managed to get Zachary off her.

The next second, Jack's wand had been out.

Now, Zachary was on the floor, with a nosebleed and a dazed expression across his face.

Jack ran to Elsa, stuffing his wand in his back pocket as he anxiously ran his fingers along Elsa's bare arms, checking to see if she was okay. Hiccup could see from where he was standing that she was shaking. They didn't exchange a word, Elsa simply nodding to Jack that she was alright.

"You're disgusting," said Merida, looking down at Zachary who was slowly coming back to his senses. Flynn and Rapunzel were in the doorway, repulsed expressions on their faces. Hiccup was actively trying to restrain himself from going to knock down the guy.

"Do anything like this ever again, and we'll report you, scumbag," muttered Flynn, coming forward and grabbing Zachary by his shirt, lifting him up rather brutally onto his feet. Rapunzel walked to Elsa and Jack and put her arm around Elsa's. Jack was staring at Zachary murderously, not saying a word.

Hiccup was pretty sure he'd never seen Jack so angry. He watched as Elsa lightly touched his shoulder, and he turned towards her, the anger is his eyes backing away a little.

"Let's go back to the castle," she said softly.

They left the changing rooms, leaving Zachary behind. Hiccup knew his friend enough to know that he was trying to stop himself going back in there and beating Zachary to a pulp. He was outraged too, for Elsa and for women in general, that this could still happen- but Jack's anger was something more. He'd known Jack had a crush on Elsa but this looked like more than a crush. And the looks on Merida, Rapunzel and Flynn's faces told him they were thinking the exact same thing.