To compensate for the horrible act I committed (aka leaving off at a cliffhanger), I'm posting an extra long chapter.

Elsa felt like a pit opened below her.
"Are you freaking kidding me?!" Merida moved towards her.
"It's not what you think," Elsa held up her hands, in an attempt to quell Merida.
"Then what is it," Merida folded her arms.
"It's…complicated to explain,"
"It didn't seem complicated just now," Merida pointed in the direction Jack had gone, "It seemed pretty obvious what was going on just now,"
"Why do you even care?"
"My best friend is dating Jack Frost, that's why,"
"We're not together. Not like that,"
"So I didn't just here Frost mention a date for tomorrow?"
"What does it even matter if I was dating him?"
"He's a moony,"
"So what?!"
"He's the enemy,"
"He's a boy who goes to DreamWorks, that's it. You wouldn't have a problem with him if he went to Disney or there was no rivalry,"
"But he doesn't go to Disney and there is a rivalry, and it does matter or you would have told us,"
"I didn't tell you because I knew you were react like this,"

"Why would you even? How'd could you even…be with him?"
"To tell the truth things happened on their own, more or less. We…I don't even know what we are. We just started talking,"
"And you didn't tell me, or Rapunzel. You and Anna just kept this from us,"
"How'd you know Anna-"
"You'd never keep anything from her," Merida said. Her voice dropped, so low Elsa didn't catch what she said, "I used to think you were like that with all of us. Guess I was wrong."
"Did you ever consider that it could be a plan or something?" Merida suddenly blurted out.
"What?"
"The winter season is starting just now,"
"You're suggesting that he could have some ulterior motive." Elsa felt a flare of anger that seemly came from nowhere.
"It's no secret that you're our star ice skater and skier. The moonies would do anything to win,"
"Jack wouldn't do that,"
"So you know him well enough to say that for sure,"
"You don't know anything about him, but you jumped to the worst case scenario."
"So convince me," Merida stared at her.
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Yes, why do I have to explain anything to you? If I want to talk with Jack Frost, that's my decision. If there are consequences because of that, then that's on me. I don't need you to look out for me, and I most certainly don't need to explain my reasons to you,"
"You're going to trust some bloody moony, over me?"
"I'm going to someone who doesn't take a stupid rivalry to an insane level,"
"You never thought the rivalry was stupid before,"
"I also never got into fist fights over it before. Maybe if you won't so rash and irresponsible you would see how unreasonable you're being,"
"I'm being rash and irresponsible?"
"Yeah, you are,"
"I'm not the one sneaking off with a guy, who until very recently you never spoke to,"
"And I'm not the one who's getting angry for no good reason,"
"Being concerned for my friend isn't a good reason,"
"Being concerned for a friend? Yeah, that's a great reason. But that's not the reason you're mad," Elsa said her voice sharp and cold, "The reason you're mad is because Jack's a moony. You're letting some stupid rivalry, which strated long before either of us were around, influence you. You don't care about me,"

Elsa walked past Merida, the latter who was stunned into silence. She walked back to the stands, taking her bag up.
"Ann, I'm going. Are you coming? Or will you come home with Kristoff?"
"Wait, what? You're going? But why?" Anna asked.
"There are still a couple of races," Rapunzel said.
"I suddenly don't feel much for cheering," She said.
"I want to stay," Anna said.
"That's fine," Elsa nodded, turning away from the group. Eugene, Kristoff, Rapunzel and Anna shared a look, and Anna got up, catching Elsa on the steps.
"Elsa, did something happen?"
As she spoke Merida appeared at the bottom of the steps coming up. She paused when she saw Anna and Elsa, but then continued upwards. Her gaze was forward, her jaw locked. Anna's eyes widen.
"Oh no, did…"
"I'll tell you later," Elsa interrupted, trying to keep the harsh edge out of her voice, "Go enjoy the rest of the meet,"
"Maybe I should come with you,"
"No, I'm fine. Really," Elsa forced a smile. "Now, go. I think Ariel's race it up next, you don't want to miss that,"
Elsa moved swiftly down the stairs. Anna watched her go for a moment before returning to her friends. The other three were all looking at Merida, who was sitting stiffly in her seat, and uncharacteristically wasn't joining Disney's 'A-ri-el, A-ri-el," chant. Rapunzel met Anna's eyes, asking the silent question. Anna shook her head sadly. Eugene and Kristoff shared another look.
"Wait, so they didn't get our food?"

When Elsa arrived home she just sat in her car. The anger had faded, leaving behind the bitter reality of what just happened. Any chance of a friendship…and possibly something more, with Jack was undeniably nipped in the bud. And her friendship with Merida was definitely ruined, probably beyond repair. This wasn't what she wanted. But then, did she really know what she wanted? She knew that just talking to Jack that day after the game was crazy. Everything that came after was just the set up for a Pandora's box. She knew that she and Jack shouldn't be friends; at least not like the relationship she had with her other friends. She knew that their…flirtation, or whatever it was, it wouldn't have been likely to last. She didn't want it to cost her any of her other friendships. But made she was just kidding herself. She knew if they found out they would react like that. No doubt, come Monday morning the entire school would have heard of it and she'd be walking the school halls, constantly in the sight of crosshairs. And that wasn't even the worst part. Anna, would more likely than not be taken down with her.

She sighed and leaned forehead against the steering with a deep sigh. Monday was going to suck. When she went in the house her mom stuck her head out of the kitchen.
"Sweetheart, you're home early,"
"Yeah, I left early,"
"Where's Anna?"
"Kristoff's bring her back,"
"Elsa, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's great," Elsa forced out, heading up the stairs. Her mother frowned, not convinced, but she decided not to push the topic, for now.

In her room Elsa flopped down on the bed with a dishearten grunt. She wasn't sure how long she was like that, but she didn't move until she heard her phone. Glancing at the screen she saw it was a text from Jack.

Damn, Winters. Disney flattened us. We barely got any medals and not one gold. I guess we have to admit defeat, this time. But don't feel too happy about it. There are still a lot of events coming up. The prelims for the winter sports are the next big thing. And not to brag or anything, but I'm so taking the snowboarding the competition again this year.

For once Elsa didn't feel the sudden trill of receiving a text from Jack. Nor did she find his obvious playful taunts amusing like she normally would. She typed back a short reply.

I can't go for ice cream again. Sorry. Something came up.

She tossed her phone to the opposite side of the room, where it hit the wall, then fell with soft 'thud' on Anna's bed. She still heard it seconds later when Jack texted back. But she made no move to answer it. Nor did she go for it fifteen minutes later when the message tone sounded again. Nor did she go when it buzzed two times after that. In fact she didn't move again until Anna come home.

"Okay, what happened between you and Merida?"
"Merida didn't tell you?" Elsa removed the pillow from her face.
"She barely spoke after you left. Didn't even say anything about you."
"Then how'd you know something happened between the two of us?"
"Between you leaving early, Merida not cheering again for the rest of the meet and then her ditching the after party, yeah, it was pretty easy to see something happened."
"She saw me talking to Jack,"
"I was afraid of that," Anna let out a sigh, "Are you okay?"
"No. Merida's furious with me,"
"She'll come around. Remember when she swore she would never speak with her mom again, and by the end of the weekend the two were laughing together."
"I don't think she'll ever want to see again, and come Monday the whole school will know. Arugh. School is going to suck,"
"She didn't tell us anything. I don't think we would tell anybody else, if she didn't us,"
"Yet, she didn't tell anybody yet."
"What are you going to do?"
"Fake sick on Monday,"
"And for everyday after that?"
"Until mom forces me to go,"

Anna sat next to her sister's bed. "Call her. Maybe you could make her understand. See things from your point of view."
"Yeah…that's not happening. We already had something of a conversation back at the meet. We didn't say the most pleasant things to each other. I said some things I'm regretting now," Elsa sighed, "if I was Merida I wouldn't want to talk to me,"
"What'd you say?"
"It doesn't matter now. It's said, and the damage is done."
"I'm sure if you tell her sorry…"
"Anna, I appreciate what your trying to do. But I don't think this can be fixed with just 'I'm sorry'. And I'd rather not talk about it," Elsa turned so her back was to Anna.
"Okay," Anna said softly standing up. She went over to her own bed and saw her sister's phone sitting there. She picked up and noticed the four messages. Curious she opened them.

Why can't u go tomorrow?

Elsa? U okay? U never take long to text back.

Did I saw something wrong at the meet? Or in my last text? If I did I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

Is everything okay? Did something happen? U seemed fine earlier?

Anna looked at the phone then towards her sister. She couldn't help but think this wasn't the right move. But she didn't say anything.

Sunday evening the Winters family was preparing dinner together. They had divided the task, so Elsa and their father were in charge of chopping and cutting. While their mom manned the pots and pans on the stove and Anna was busy mixing. The doorbell rung and four heads all turned at the sound.
"I'll get it," Their dad said.
"You just want an excuse to put that knife down," Anna teased.
"Well someone has to answer the door," He left the room and moments later he called out, "Elsa,"
"Yeah, dad,"
"Your 'not-a-boyfriend' is here,"
Elsa froze mid chop. Anna almost dropped the bowl in her hands. Their mother turned from the stove an eyebrow raised. Elsa was closer to the doorway, so she got out before Anna could. Such enough Jack was standing in the foyer.
"Jack? What are you…"
"If you couldn't come to the ice cream, then the ice cream shall come to you," He held up a white paper bag, with an ice cream cone logo on it. Jack had a full blown grin on his face, while her father had an amused look.
"We'll be in the backyard daddy," Elsa said taking one of Jack's hands and leading him through the house. She could feel her father's eyes on her back and as they passed the kitchen doorway Anna and their mother stuck their heads out, curiosity peaked by their surprise guest.

As they stepped into the back yard an all white boxer raised its heads. It got to its feet and started to growl.
"I didn't know you had a dog…and that it might kill me," Jack took a step behind Elsa when the dog started barking.
"Marshmallow down," Elsa said firmly. Instantly the dog stopped. It regarded Jack for a moment more then settled back into the grass.
"Sorry about that. He it's too fond of strangers."
"Yeah, I got that," Jack managed a smile. "But he seems perfectly fine listening to you,"
"Well he is my dog."

"That is obvious," Jack said looking around the backyard, "Oh cool you have a porch swing," He grinned when he saw the two-seater swing to one side of the back patio. He sat down pushing lightly against the ground with his feet to make it move.
"Like swings?"
"You could saw that. We have a swing hanging under the tree house in our backyard, but I'm gotten too tall for it, my feet just drag against the ground now. Ellie loves it though."
"You have tree house, and you're impressed by a porch swing,"
"Yeah, I like the idea of it being able to seat two. And with that being the case, why are you still standing there? We've got cho-chocolate chip mint crunch to eat," He pulled out a container with a clear plastic cover holding it forward for her. Elsa could see a light green ice cream with flecks of chocolate chips and darker swirls of chocolate running like ribbons thought it. When she didn't move his smile fell, as did his hands slightly.
"Elsa, what is it?"
"Why are you here?"
"Do you not see the ice cream?"
"No, I mean…" Elsa sighed and sat down next to him, "Why are you here with a mouse?"
"Oh, so that's why you cancelled today," Jack's brows knitted, "I thought you didn't care about the rivalry,"
"I thought so too. I thought it wouldn't bother me, or get in the way of…whatever this is," She indicted between the two of them. "But then…"
"Something happen," Jack finished for her. She sighed again and nodded.
"One of my best friends, Merida, she saw us yesterday,"
"Meirda, I know of her. She is one of those who take the rivalry seriously,"
"If we're honest, everyone in our schools takes this rivalry seriously,"
"I don't."
"You're telling me if the two of us were out in public somewhere and you saw some kids from your school you wouldn't care, at all?"
Jack thought about it, "Maybe I do care a little bit," He said, "…okay, more than a bit," He added under Elsa's scrutinizing gaze.

Elsa tilled her head back, "We must be crazy, to even think we could be friends,"
"Then I guess I'm crazy,"
"What?" Elsa turned head to look at him.
"Are we absolutely insane for wanting to be friends when we attend DreamWorks and Disney? Yeah, maybe. I don't know for sure. I do know I like you Elsa Winters, and I'd like to get to know you more. We can't just ignore the rivalry, we both know that. But it's one thing to acknowledge the rivalry, it's another thing entirely to let it get in our way. Especially when it's just you and me, like this.

"The way I see it we can do two things. One, we can delete each other's numbers for our cells, I'll take my ice cream, leave and never knock on your door again…unless, you know, I become some sort of door to door salesman, or plumber, or one of those profession that requires you to knock on doors," Elsa couldn't help but smiled at this, letting out an amused snort, "Or, I can stay and we share this ice cream, you'll be converted and never want to defile you taste buds with something as insulting plain as vanilla again,"
"And what happens after the ice cream?"
Jack shrugged, "We take it one day at a time,"

Elsa didn't say anything for a moment, then…"Just so you know, it doesn't matter how good this taste, I'll never be converted from vanilla," She took the ice cream from him, opening it. Jack smiled, reaching into the bag and taking out a pair of spoons.
"Your spoon, princess,"
"Thank you,"
She took a small amount of the ice cream tasting it.
"It's…really good,"
"What'd I tell you," Jack smirked.
"But I'm not converted,"
"You only had one spoonful, I don't think that could even count as a spoonful, maybe half a spoonful, if that much,"
"Sorry, Frost. Call me a purist, but I love vanilla,"
"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I got this," He reached onto the bag and took another container, this once containing a white ice cream, topped with chocolate sauce. Elsa's raised one eyebrow
"What's this?"
"I got you some French vanilla; on the 0.0001% chance you wouldn't like the cho-chip-mint. But I had them add some chocolate, because it was literally painful to see that boring white all by itself."

Elsa's features soften, smiling gently at the proffered ice cream. As she took the container, her fingers slid over Jack's and she couldn't help but notice they were cool to the touch.
"You know snow is white, and only white."
"Yes, there are so many possibilities with snow. Snowball fights. Snow forts. Igloos."
Elsa snorted and continued to eat her ice cream, every couple of spoonfuls of her vanilla however she'd reach over and take some of Jack's.

"So tell me Jack Frost, how is it someone considerate enough to bring a girl ice cream to her house, is single? If you went to my school girls would be tripping over themselves to get you,"
"Who says they aren't doing that at DreamWorks?" Jack smirked and took big spoon of his ice cream.
"So you're the guys with a lot of girl 'friends', leaving a sting of broken hearts in his wakes,"
"If only, most girls dream about having their heart broken by me,"
"Sure they do," Elsa snorted, rolling her eyes. "They also dream about landing on the moon and finding out it's made of cheese,"
"I don't know everything girls dream about,"
"If it's not because of a lack girls you don't like to be committed."
"Why the sudden interest Winters,"
"Hey, if you can stalk me, I can ask about your relationships,"
"Only problem with that statement is I'm not stalking you,"
"Then why do you keep popping everywhere I go,"
"Maybe you're just popping up everywhere I am,"
"You're avoiding the question,"
"No, I'm not,"
"Yeah, you are,"
"I am not,"
"This, right now, is you avoiding it,"
"No…wait, which question are we talking about again."
Elsa laughed, "Why no girlfriend?"
"You really want to know?"
"That's why you ask questions,"
"You really, really, want to know,"
"Stop stalling already,"
"Maybe I've been waiting for my type,"
"You have a type?"
"Don't you?"
"I wouldn't call it a type. I have things I look for in a guy,"
"And what might those be,"
"You tell me what your type is, and maybe I'll tell you."
"That doesn't seem like a very fair trade off,"
"It's all I'm putting on the table,"
"How about you tell me three things you look for in guy and I'll tell you my type of girl,"

Elsa considered the proposition, eating some ice cream. She nodded and held out her hand, "Okay deal," He shook it.
"He has to be smart, funny and care about his friends,"
"Interesting," Jack said, tapping his chin.
"Info for info, spill the goods,"

"My type is blonde hair, blue eyes, possibly a pseudo royal title." Jack smirked leaning closer to Elsa. She grinned back.
"That description remind you of anyone?" He asked. She took his spoon and forced it in his mouth.
"Get over yourself Frost," she said. He coughed at the sudden intrusion of ice cream into his mouth.
"Jeez, Winters. You could kill a guy like that,"
"Death by ice cream. Not a bad way to go, if you ask me." She smirked, finishing off the last of her ice cream, then the last of Jack.
"Wait, so you almost kill me then steal the last of my ice cream. That's just messed up."
"Didn't you bring it in the first place so I could have it?"
"Yeah, but I was hoping to share it,"
"We did share. You even had some vanilla,"
"Yeah, but the last spoonful of ice cream is sacred."
"Sure it is Frost," Elsa snorted.

The door opening made the pair look up. Elsa's mother was standing in the doorway.
"Is everything okay back here?"
"We're fine mom," Elsa said. Her mother nodded.
"I really came to ask if you care to join us for dinner for Jack?"
Elsa tried not to gag. Jack Frost sitting at a table with the members of her family. That couldn't end well.
"I wish I could accept," Jack said, "But I have my own dinner to get home to,"
"Okay, but you have to come over another night,"
"I'd love to," Jack smiled and Elsa paled. Just kill her now. It's be easier.
"Wonderful," Her mom smiled brightly, "Can you make it any day next week?"
"I'm pretty busy all of next week, with my practices. But I think I'll be free a few days the following week, not sure yet though, "
Her mom nodded, "That's fine. You can confirm with Elsa,"
"I'll do that,"
Elsa blinked, that conversation had really just happened. Jack Frost was going be having dinner with her and her family in the near future. Please, someone kill her now.
"Okay, I'll leave you two alone now," Her mother said with a smile, retreating back into the house.

"I hope you're a good cook," Jack grinned at her.
"What just happened?"
"Your mom invited me to dinner,"
"So I didn't imagine it,"
"You daydream about me coming over for dinner? That's kind of a waste of a daydream, if you ask me. Especially, for a daydream that has me in it,"
Elsa hit him in the chest. "I'm not even going to respond to that,"
"Oh, that seems like you do daydream about me,"
"Maybe in your dreams,"
"Me dreaming about you dreaming about me…sounds like Inception,"
Elsa tried not to laugh, hiding it behind her hand. Jack was a bit disappointed he didn't earn her full laugh, the one he loved so much. He glanced at his watch and his disappointment grew.
"As much I would love to stay and banter with you, I have to head home,"
"Oh," She noticed it had gotten slightly darker, "Yeah. Of course," She lead him back to the front. As they stepped out onto the porch she noticed a blue Bentley parked on the street.
"Is that your car?"
"Yeah,"
"You have a car?"
"I'm teenage boy who comes from a fairly well off family."
"When we walked to coffee shop I just assumed you didn't have one,"
"I do like the occasional stroll on a cold night, partially if I have good company." Elsa smiled at his comment.
"Thanks for the ice cream,"
"Thank you for not shutting the door in my face,"
"If that had happened, it would have been my dad's fault, not mine." Elsa said, making Jack smile for a moment. But then it grew serious.

"Elsa, are you sure you're okay with us remaining friends?"
"Well, if the cat's out of the bag, there isn't much more damage that can be done,"
"That's true. So I'll text you tomorrow,"
"I await with baited breathe," She teased. He smirked and nodded heading off. Elsa waited until he pulled off before going inside. When she entered the kitchen her family were all grinning at her. She blushed.

"Oh, shut up," She said picking up her knife trying to ignore their laughter.

I know you guys are enjoying reading the fluff. I'm enjoy writing the fluff. But at the same time just fluff doesn't help move the story forward. Originally I wasn't going to get into any complication until I established their relationship. But at the same time I didn't want to rush into it and make it seem unnatural or forced. So, that's why Merida found out about them. This won't be the major conflict, that will come later. But at least with this there will be some tense scenes to set of the fluff. And fear not, there is still a lot of fluff coming.

Nardragon~ until the next page.