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She feels weird. She is wearing a black skirt and a grey, V-necked pullover, which isn't hiding her shoulders. To make her leg seem more elegant, she decides to wear nude pantyhose and black boots.
She puts on makeup too. She applies mascara, eyeliner... She doesn't like concealer or foundation but since they are purpleness under her eyes due to the huge lack of sleep, she supposes it would be better to apply concealer.
Yes, definitely, she feels really odd. It has been such a long time since she wears a skirt and actually spends time to decide what she is going to wear. She feels like a fancy woman even though her outfit and makeup are basic.
"Damn." Astrid says as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. Hiccup whistles behind his girlfriend, supporting her.
"G-Guys!" Elsa stutters out, her face is as red as a tomato.
"You look gorgeous!" Hiccup claims joyfully, Astrid nods enthusiastically with a huge grin on her face. "I am so proud of you, Elsa." she adds.
"I am not saving the world, I-I just have a date." Elsa retorts in embarrassment.
She tries to brush it off, but she understands what Astrid means. Elsa has never been on a date... After her first and last boyfriend. Partly, it is because she is always really busy, doesn't time for a date or whatsoever. However, deep inside, a part of her is... afraid.
Elsa pushes a piece of her hair, tucks it behind her ear. She begins to braid her hair. When she is done making her French braid, she turns to the couple. "How do I look? Did I miss a detail?" she asks tentatively whereas she is biting her bottom lip.
Hiccup narrows his eyes. "Maybe instead of pink lipstick, you can use a darker shade? Guys like bold girls." he indicates, tries to be helpful. Elsa considers his words, so she searches for a darker lipstick. She finds a dark cheery one inside of her makeup box and agrees using it.
Astrid taps her chin thoughtfully while she is observing Elsa. "There is one last thing." she simply states, then moves her hand to her neck and unclasps her necklace.
"I-I can't take this!" Elsa cries out while Astrid is holding the necklace and slowly approaching her.
"Of course you can." her best friend replies casually and clasps the necklace. Now, Elsa is wearing Astrid's diamond necklace.
A tiny, shy smile forms on her face, she feels so flattered. "Thank you guys." she says quietly.
"You can thank by giving us some information about your date... Gosh, Elsa, if your date is a girl, we are totally fine with it." Astrid replies as soon as she finishes her sentence. The blonde-haired girl is really curious about her date because Elsa is being so secretive about it.
"My date is a guy!" Elsa informs her, can't help but groan.
"How old is he? Is he a student or does he work? Is he good-looking, kind, a good man? There are lots of jerks out there, I swear to God if he tries to hurt you-"
"What Astrid means is that go and have fun on your date, Elsa." Hiccup eventually interrupts his girlfriend as he kindly places his hand on her mouth.
Elsa giggles while Astrid is sending Hiccup a very scary death glare. She heads to the door, flashes one last grin before she opens it. "Bye, mom and dad!"
"Be home at eleven!" Hiccup jokes while he is waving with a warm grin on his face.
Elsa rolls her eyes in return.
She walks silently. The wind is whistling a little bit strong, the sound of footsteps and horns accompany the wind. She doesn't want to listen to them though, she just wants to focus on the sound of the wind. She imagines the sound of waves hitting the shore, the birds chirping with a calming harmony.
She hates New York, the big city, the cars, the machines and mostly, the crowd. The air is always dark and gray, it is trapping her soul, causing it to suffocate. Little by little, she becomes a part of this city and she is dying because of it. There is no way out, she can't run away. Wherever she goes, she can't escape because she is not happy, never truly. She is a puppet, just like the other people in this city.
Her vision becomes visible when she sees the snow-white silvery haired attractive, oh so handsome man. Her heartbeat finally calms down, the tightness in her throat decreases. He is wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and brown pants, he looks so young.
"Hi." Jack greets her with a relaxed, cool tone. He is leaning on his white Mercedes car, waiting for Elsa's arrival.
"Hi." Elsa mumbles shyly, suddenly is aware of that they have a date. The reality hits her like a truck, she feels so damn tense, her heartbeat is increasing by each second.
She is on a date with the man who used to be her customer, with a man who is an alcoholic. Either way, this man is Jack Frost. Even the briefest sight of his is enough to give Elsa shivers down her spine.
"You look beautiful." he compliments softly, his lips curl up.
"T-Thanks, you look handsome as well." she responds back politely, curses herself that she is being too shy. Nevertheless, she can't help but blush madly.
He opens the car's door for her, she silently gets in. When he operates the car, she is swallowing on account of her tension. She feels so thirsty, she feels like she is going to perish due to the lack of water.
"I hope you like Russian cuisine." Jack thankfully intervenes in the uncomfortable silence.
"I've never tasted it." Elsa admits honestly.
"We can go to another place if you want." Jack offers, his features become worried.
Elsa shakes her head. "It is totally fine... I love trying out new things." she forces a smile.
The uneasy silence begins once again, Jack is tapping his fingers on the steering wheel with that unique, calming rhythm. Nonetheless, Elsa doesn't cease. Fuck, she knows where this is going... She can't have an anxiety attack, not tonight. Never again.
"Okay... This is awkward." Jack abruptly blurts out.
Elsa tilts her head, turns her gaze to him, then she... begins to laugh. She laughs so hard that she tears up. "You shouldn't say that to your date!" she alleges between her laughter.
"I feel so nervous!" he cries out innocently.
"Everyone does!" Elsa giggles, finds it is adorable that he is flushing crazily. As if magically, she is calmer now.
Jack rests his blue eyes on her for a brief moment, then turns his attention on the road again. "We have just talked about movies and music back in the café... I don't even know your favorite color." he points out.
"It is blue." Elsa responds.
"Mine is blue too!" Jack yells in excitement, his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
"What is your favorite season?" she questions.
He raises his eyebrows, she knows why. Her tone is surprisingly serious. Jack offers her a small smile. "Winter, of course."
Soon, both of them are asking their favorites, sometimes agreeing, sometimes disagreeing. They are laughing, chuckling, joking... The rest of the car ride passes like a second to Elsa. She observes Jack, his beautiful blue eyes, his gorgeous smile, his warm attitude...
Maybe being on a date isn't so bad after all. After all, she is on a date with him.
"Jack! Welcome! Oh my, who is this pretty girl?"
"Hey North! This is Elsa... Elsa, this is North, he is a very dear friend of mine." Jack introduces them as he greets the old man, who has a long white beard and a big belly.
"Hello, Mr. North." Elsa greets him respectively while they are shaking hands. She can't help but blush at his kind compliment.
"North is fine, dear. You must be special if Jack brings you here... He has never brought a girl before." North states with his extremely heavy Russian accent.
Instantly, Jack's cheeks become red, Elsa's heart is beating faster. The young man can't even respond to North's statement, he just averts his gaze from Elsa, avoids eye contact.
He does not deny what North has just claimed.
A soft, tiny smiled spreads over Elsa's face, she can't help but find his reaction very flattering. It is weird, so incredibly weird that a customer finds their ex-bartender... special.
"I reserved you one of the best tables!" North exclaims as he gestures the 'couple' to a table. He is indeed, right, the table is placed next to the window, the sight of the city is unfolded clearly.
Jack and Elsa eventually stop watching the view, they sit and take a glance at the menu. "I have no idea what these dishes are." Elsa mutters under her breath as she reads the menu. The dishes' names are in Russian, at least they bothered to convert them to Latin letters. Nevertheless, she doesn't know any of those dishes and the explanation under each food isn't helping her to choose.
"I think you should really taste 'Borscht'. It is actually from Ukraine, not from Russia." Jack advises her, halts to see her reaction.
Elsa bits her bottom lip, is lost in her thoughts. According to the description, the soup is made with red radish... She isn't that much fan of red radish but it is still worth a shot. If Jack is insisting... She decides to have faith in him. "Alright." she finally approves.
The light inside of his blue eyes quiver with delight. "Do you like ravioli?" he asks with a small grin on his face. When Elsa nods, his grin grows wider. "For the main course, I highly recommend 'Pelmeni', it is like Italian ravioli, more similar to Turkish ravioli." he attempts to explain. (A/N: I hope I got it right because I've never tasted Pelmeni.)
Elsa simply smiles and closes her eyes for a second to agree. Jack quickly calls out for the waitress and tells her their order. As they are finally alone, they stop chatting and just focus on each other.
He looks so... perfect. Elsa never imagines what is her type like, but if she has to describe it, she would surely believe that Jack Frost is exactly her type. He is much more than an alcoholic. He is considerate, sweet, thoughtful, attractive, handsome... Simply breathtaking.
She wants to know more about him. "So... How did you meet North?" she blurts out curiously, immediately regrets it afterward. She doesn't want to be seem pushy.
Thankfully, Jack chuckles. "It is a funny story. I work in my mother's company... We had a very important meeting with a few Russian businessmen and businesswomen. Our translator was late and North was responsible for serving Russian food... He helped us a lot that day. After that, I happened to discover his restaurant by pure coincidence, then we started to get along." he answers easily.
"So you are a businessman? Wow... Do you enjoy your job?" Elsa asks curiously, isn't ashamed of it now.
"Yes, I am and... I guess I enjoy it?" Jack replies, he laughs weakly as he rubs the back of his neck nervously.
Elsa raises an eyebrow, senses that he is obviously lying. "Look, I understand that you don't want to share your private thoughts with a stranger like me... But seriously, I've cleaned your puke, I think we have passed that phase." she points out boldly. She is so sick of being shy, nervous, strained. She does not want to act like a freak, she wants to appreciate this special moment.
His elegant, pale and white cheeks turn into the red once again, he is sure blushing a lot tonight. "Promise that you won't laugh?" he mumbles quietly, averts his gaze once again.
"I promise." she replies immediately, without hesitation.
"I-I studied mathematics at University. I guess I would like to be a math teacher. I love children." he stammers as he flushes even more.
Even if she hadn't felt anything for this man before, those few words are enough to fall for him. Right at that moment, she has a strong urge to kiss him senseless. "What a shame. I am sure you would be an amazing teacher." she asserts softly.
He lets out a dry, humorless laugh and rest his blue eyes on hers. "I doubt that." he mutters silently.
Elsa wants to reach his hand, to hug him... She is not that brave though. So she simply offers him an encouraging smile. "Well, I believe in you."
Suddenly, he knits his eyebrows. "I don't even know your full name and yet, I feel like I've been knowing you for my entire life." he drops the subjects as he moves to the other.
Elsa freezes. Her eyes grow bigger, she gulps with utter fear. "You've cleaned my puke, partly know my issues... I guess you could at least tell me your full name." Jack continues, his piercing blue eyes are locked on her.
Her palms are getting sweaty, she feels herself trembling... She inhales deeply. "Arendelle. My name is Elsa Arendelle."
"Wait... Like Arendelle company, one of the most famous, biggest companies in the world?" Jack questions whereas the sensation of shock is hitting him.
Elsa turns her head away, manages to nod. "My father is the owner of Arendelle Company."
Jack's jaw drops to the ground. "Y-You are a billionaire!" he cries out in shock.
With a fast movement, Elsa directs her head towards him and glares at him coldly. "I am not a billionaire. I don't belong to that family... not anymore." she hisses, clenches her teeth.
Jack narrows his eyes and reaches out to touch her hands. Elsa gasps softly, immediately ceases when she feels his hands, which were bigger than hers. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."
Elsa let her features to soften, a fond smile appears on her lips. "No, I apologize for my sudden burst out. I... I don't want to bore you about my family issues." she acknowledges him while she is caressing his hands with her thumbs.
Jack squeezes her hand as a response. "No... If you are not uncomfortable with telling me, I want to hear it. I... I want to be closer to you." he admits with a delicate voice.
Unfortunately, they remove their hands when the soups come. Nevertheless, Elsa can still feel the warmness that tingles her heart. She takes a sip from the soup, which tastes heavenly. Allowing herself being comfortable, she begins to explain.
"My parents always wanted me to be in charge of the company or to be a doctor. They had high expectations from me so when I declared that I wanted to study history and literature... They didn't take it well. They said I was better than that. I was either going to wallow in money and do whatever they wanted me to do, or I would be totally broke and pursue my own dreams. I chose the second way. I left Norway when I was eighteen, moved to New York, where my best friend lives in."
Jack stares at her in awe. "Wow... That must have been tough." he marvels sincerely. He seems so soft and worried... Elsa feels terrible for making him feel bad.
"It is better than being patronized." she replies casually while she is shrugging.
Jack's lips curl up gracefully. "You must be really an independent woman... That's admirable." he cherishes her, causes her to blush a little bit.
Elsa isn't going to disagree with that. She isn't egotistical, even more, she has self-esteem issues. Nonetheless, she is certain that she is independent. She works herself to death, but she pays for her own clothes, meals, even for her university fee. She never asks help from someone else.
As they finish their soup, their meals come immediately. Elsa moans delightfully when she tastes Pelmeni. "This is heavenly succulent." she murmurs in delight, closes her eyes for a second.
Jack chuckles. "Told you so... Anyway, did you decide on your future career?" he continues with their conversation, doesn't allow it to be interrupted.
Elsa nods quickly as she is chewing. Then, hesitantly, she stares directly into his blue eyes and bits her bottom lip. "I... I want to open a 'bookshop café'. I want to talk about books with my customers as I serve their coffee. Apart from that, I-I would love to be a real writer." Elsa stammers, answers his question shyly.
Then, she tugs a piece of hair behind her ear and purses her lips. "I know I am being a loser, it is a lame dream... But I don't want to be someone fancy. I know I will be happy if I have that future." she rambles while she is dropping her gaze on the floor.
"You are not a loser... I wish everyone could be like you. Many people think that they should be an engineer, a doctor or a lawyer just because everyone thinks that if you have those jobs, you are successful. I am a CEO candidate, I earn tons of money and yet, I am not happy, not fucking at all. I would rather be a teacher." Jack explodes suddenly, he touches Elsa's chin and raises it, causes her to stare him. His features are tight and serious, he definitely means those words.
For the rest of the night, they jump on a topic to another. Elsa tells him about Astrid, how much she meant to her. He explains that he and Eugene met at high school and were best friends ever since.
They laugh at silly things, send intense, passionate gazes, smile dearly at each other, hold their hands... She can't understand how times escalates so quickly when she is with him.
They have an argument about the check, Jack insists that he should pay while Elsa is claiming that they should split it into half. Eventually, North comes and tells them he didn't want their money. He basically kicks them out of the restaurant, saying that they should spend their date more properly.
They settle in a café, chat for a couple of hours more. Eventually, Elsa realizes that it is late, so Jack takes her back to the campus in his car. He gets out of the car to accompany her, they walk while they are holding hands.
She doesn't feel odd whereas his hands are tightly wrapped around hers. When he touches her, she feels like this should have been happening, it comes as a natural instinct to lean in his touch.
"Tonight was perfect." he spokes abruptly, the comfortable, soothing silence between silence is interrupted.
Elsa turns her head towards him as she squeezes his hand tightly. She doesn't want to speak. She just wants to feel him. They are going to bid their goodbye in a couple of minutes.
"I would really like to have a second date." he continues when she doesn't reply.
Elsa stops. She refuses to move her legs, she is grabbing his hand even tighter than before. She is aware of her sudden shivering. "Elsa?"
"Why me? Out of all those women... Why a bartender? Why a broke, poor girl, who has family issues? Why an anti-social?" she blurts out, her voice is also trembling.
Jack knits his eyebrows. "Why me, then? Out of all those men... Why had you chosen an alcoholic, suicidal guy, who has also family issues?"
"Don't brush my question off, Jack."
Jack grabs her from her arms, locks his eyes into hers. "You are the only person who gives a shit about me, besides Eugene... I feel so terrible all the time but you make feel worthy, alive even. You are the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen, Elsa. How can a guy not fall head over heels for you?"
Elsa closes her mouth, takes a step back and stands there, is absolutely frozen. She is as red as a tomato, her blue eyes are wide open. Jack sighs tiredly. "I am sorry if I crossed the line. I didn't mean to disturb you." he apologizes, she can hear the apprehension in his tone.
The platinum blonde shakes her head immediately. "It is not that... Apart from my best friend Astrid, nobody has ever told me something like this before."
Jack takes a step closer. He leans towards her, his lips are inches away from hers. She wraps her arms around his neck while he is embracing her, their noses are touching.
"I would love to go another date with you, Jack Frost." she whispers as she closes her eyes.
When she finally feels his lips, butterflies are flying inside her stomach, she is shaking sweetly. He kisses her so deeply, so passionately... It is nothing like something she has experienced before.
"I look forward to it, Elsa Arendelle."
This fanfic was supposed to be depressing... Please review, love you all!