Author's note: Hi! It's ya girl back at it again with some Jelsa fic to spice up your day. This will be a series of one shots that would correlate to a randomized word I got from my dictionary. (I was bored)

I would put this in Mature rating for now because I have written up til chapter three (planning on six chapters hence the summary) and I did write about some stuff that is NOT suitable for kids. I would place trigger warnings at every start of the chapter so you can skip that if you'd like.

Anyways, on to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and the plot is loosely based on a word I got from my dictionary. Also, I'm currently writing this on my phone so forgive me for any mistakes.


1. Marriage (a formal union of a man and a woman, typically as recognized by law, by which they become man and wife)


Bright and warm laughter resounded towards the air as Jack watched Elsa holding her gown up in one hand and waved the other around. She had always wanted a beach wedding—ever since they were in college. She'd knock on his dorm room and invite him to come watch the stars as she talked about the joys of hearing the waves lapping on the shore. He would look at her and she would be beautiful then.

Looking at the other person with her, he started to cross the street to reach them—bent on getting them back on track, they do have a schedule after all.

Standing at the area where water meets sand, he called out to them. Hiccup had his slacks folded up into his knees—the tiny gap between where his prosthetic limb started and his flesh ended visible if you focus on it.

"Jack! Come join us!" Hiccup called out as he saw the white-haired man standing at the beach. Jack just laughed and shook his head. At the sound of his laughter, Elsa looked at him and his breath gets caught. Her eyes were shining with leftover laughter as she waded toward the shore, her gown bunched up in her arms, her lips tugged upwards and he swears he had never seen anyone more beautiful. He smiled back.

"Hey."

"Hey." She replied as she lets go of her gown. The tips brushed the sand but she looked like she didn't care, the ceremony was done after all. Her and Hiccup's footwear was discarded some distance away as they both stood and watched their bestfriend try to catch a fish with his bare hand. The woman beside him stymied a laugh.

The first time Jack knew about his feelings for her was when he had tormented her in an array of blues and greys and blacks as she accompanied him in search of a fitting tux. Her smile never left her face as he modeled dozens of tuxedos in front of her before they found the perfect one—the one he currently have on his person. He had realized he loved her when her eyes shone at him, telling him the tux was perfect. He had known he loved her then and even more so now.

He avoided her for weeks after that realization. Ignored her calls and her knocks on his door. Avoided everyone, really. Until his mother barged into his apartment and demanded why their son hasn't shown his face for thanksgiving—and then he broke down. Told his mother everything, about his feelings for one of his bestfriends and the dire circumstance he found himself sandwiched in. His mother looked at him like he was an idiot—which he most likely is—and told him to just tell her.

But he can't. Not when they already had a date set.

So he buried it deep within himself and faced her again, this time with the pretense that his heart wasn't hammering in his chest every time she says his name.

At present, he cast glances at her while she looked forward—a soft smile adorning her lips. "Anna would've loved it if she was here."

"Yeah, she would've." He said and reminisced about her younger sister. She turned down the invitation—albeit reluctantly—because her movie was supposed to come out and their shooting period had been cut short due to one of their lead editors getting hospitalized. She sent her best wishes, regardless, with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of fine wine.

Elsa turned to look at him and smiled once again and he can't tell her. Tell her everything he wanted to. How much he want her. How much he wants her in his life. How much he loves her.

He couldn't. He couldn't.

He most definitely could. "Elsa, I—"

Her eyes shone with so much wonder that his breath hitched. How could this woman have this hold on him? She isn't his love—no, she is much more than that—she is his breath. The one who pulled him out of his misery when his sister died. The one who, along with Hiccup, climbed the tall sycamore tree in his backyard and laughed when he fell. The one who signed his cast, right after. The one who stayed up all night with him watching the stars on his dorm's rooftop in high school and the one with him on the councilor's office the next day.

In every moment in his life, there she was, and now here she is again. He doesn't remember moments in his life, no, he remembers her. So with her smiling at him and him getting lost in her ocean eyes, he decided to open his mouth.

"I—"

A honk sounded and suddenly their attention was brought to the street. A black car stayed in parking while someone in a white dress ran towards them. The newcomer hooked her arms on his and Elsa's smile never faltered as the newcomer joined them—his wife. His newly-wedded wife.

"There you are. We've been looking for you!" Her voice a reminder of what had transpired just a few moments earlier.

She was saying something, but Jack heard nothing. Only watched her lips move. He noticed Elsa laugh at something his wife had said and he can't hear anything else. There's ringing in his ears and thorns on his throat. He was now married.

Married to someone else.

His eyes darted and met Elsa's as he looked at her desperately. She furrowed her brows in concern but before she could say anything, his wife spoke. "We don't wanna miss the plane."

And as he walked away from the beach, he can feel his heart beat getting fainter with every step.

With a final look to where his two bestfriends stood, he watched his life slip through his fingertips—like the very sand she was standing on. Watched as she waved him goodbye with that cursed smile of hers. A smile that never once faltered and never once failed to lit up his existence.

The car door closed and he is en route to the airport.

And he forgets how to breathe.


Author's Note: This is A LOT shorter compared to Helpless (lol shameless) and each chapter would be like 2000 words long, give or take. Just small drabbles on chances that Jack could've told our Queen Elsa how he feels and how I imagined it would play out. As I've said, I already written three chapters (homegirl was bored lol) so I might post the next one tomorrow.

Anyways, peace out, stay safe and sanitize! Love you!

Word count: I couldn't be bothered I'm sorry