Elsa's POV
I shook the feeling off.
My heart was beating rapidly, and our distance were way out of my comfort zone.
"I-I should go." I said, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible but it was nearly impossible looking at his gorgeous blue eyes. What am I thinking? I am a queen! I cannot have these type of thoughts! They are highly inappropriate. A queen is only suppose to be focus on her own kingdom and not selfish thoughts like how gorgeous a boy (that is hundreds of years older then herself) is.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his voice was soft.
"Back to the palace." I said simply, trying my best to keep the conversation as short as possible. Though there is a longing feeling in my chest that is determined to keep the conversation going for as long as possible.
Oh no. This is worst then I thought.
I'm not suppose to have these feelings. I'm a queen for god's sake.
"Why?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together and a frown forming on his lips.
"Because, I have duties to fulfil." I stared at the ice beneath my feet.
"Why?"
"Because, I'm a queen."
"Why?"
"Because-"
I looked up, the frown on his lips was replaced by a playful smirk. He was messing with me! How dare he!
I narrowed my eyes at him and massaged my temples, before I felt something cold splatter allover my face.
I slowly opened my eyes, every single person was staring at me with wide eyes and their jaws wide open. It felt like water but colder- I was hit by a snowball.
My first instinct was to throw one back immediately. But instead I just walked back to the palace. I must not act foolish in front of my citizens. I'll get my revenge later.
Hey, don't judge. I might be a queen and I have to act all elegant and those boring stuff but I still have my evil side that craves fun.
I wiped most of the snow off my face, but I knew there were still some left there. Instead of walking back to the palace though, I turned to Anna and said "show them to the guest bedrooms." And of course her replied was "pleasure!"
It was more of a chirp.
And with that, I decided that it was already a long day and I want to rest. I ignored the part of me that wanted to run back and throw a giant snowball at Jack Frost.
Jack Frost's POV
I'm not sure what time it is right now but I'm assuming its quite late judging from the dark sky outside the window.
I didn't feel sleepy at all, not to mention the fact that I don't actually need to sleep because I'm immortal. I was just lying around the unnecessarily large bed. I couldn't help but smile each time I think about Elsa. The way she acts all so polite and poised and elegant.
I honestly think that the whole queenly royal personality is all just an act. She looks more like that type of girl to have fun. I don't know why but when I first saw "her", I felt this weird feeling where the rest of the world wasn't there anymore, it was only me and the blonde beauty.
Her petite, also vivacious figure. Her light blonde hair tied into a side braid, her pale skin seemed to be glowing under the sunlight. And that blue dress that seemed to fit her body perfectly. This look suited her. Like no one else on earth could pull off this look. Although, she does look slightly older then me but I am no doubt older then her.
Okay, this is very unlike me. To think about a girl this way.
I shifted uncomfortably on the ridiculously large bed. My heart raced at the thought of Elsa.
Her perfect smile, her beautiful blue eyes, her dress that wrapped her petite form perfectly, her hair falling perfectly on her shoulders... The list goes on and on.
Elsa was just... Perfect.
Knowing I needed to shake these thoughts out of my head, I got up and ran my fingers through my hair (just to make sure it didn't look too horrifying). God I sound like a girl.
I decided to explore the castle. I really didn't feel like flying; There was no point in it.
Walking through the wide twisting hallways, I felt the urge to look behind every single door. I walked through the corridors, every single door identical to the last one. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, it was decorated with all shades of blue in the shape of diamonds.
I didn't know what I should do; Should I knock? There might be someone in there. Should I just barge in? It might be empty.
My heart started racing again.
After a few debates with my self, I settled for knocking, in case someone was in there.
I knocked a couple times before a feminine voice groaned behind the door.
The door slowly creaked open. Revealing a young woman dressed in a light blue nightgown that showed off her curves, her hair were a little bit messy and her icy blue eyes were boring into mine.
It was Elsa.
I can't believe a girl can look this good even though she was completely exhausted.
Elsa looked a little different though, her face free of any make up. Her hair flowed down below her chest. Her bangs were a little out of place. And her nightgown was really simple, light blue with a little bow tied around her stomach at the front, revealing her perfect curves. It fitted her perfectly.
I was speechless.
Her face expression told the tale. She was shocked.
"J-Jack?" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper.
I swallowed hard.
"Wha-What are you doing here? At the middle of the night?" She added the last part.
"I-I just w-"
God this was embarrassing, I wondered if she could hear my heart beat.
The words were still forming in my brain.
"You know what, I don't really care." She said, holding up her left index finger. Her head dropped slightly and her eyes were closed.
I was a little shocked by her response. The girl I met this morning was poised and elegant and had to listen to everything I say, whether she cared or not.
This could be Elsa's different side, the side no one (except maybe people who are immensely close to her) has ever seen.
I felt the left corner of my mouth tugging a little.
"You don't?" I asked. I decided since I'm here, I might have a little fun.
"I don't." Elsa said, her petite figure leaning against the door frame. Her eyes looked tired.
"Are you sure?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
"Yes." She said simply, her eyes were closed.
"Are you really sure?" I asked.
"Yes." Her tone was completely the same.
"Are you really really sure?" I asked.
"Yes." A little annoyance could be detected in her tone.
"Are you really really really su-"
I felt something wet and cold slowly slipping off my face; I was hit by a snowball.
"Wha-Where did you even get a snowball?" I asked, my tone higher then I anticipated.
"Special abilities." She said as though she was bored.
"Really?" I asked, though I'd probably never admit it out loud, I was amazed.
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes "that was revenge for this morning."
She smiled, standing up straight a bit.
I smirked.
"So, that whole elegant queenly thing is all an act?" I asked.
"I only met you today, Jack Frost, I don't exactly qualify you as trustworthy." The blonde said, one of her eyebrows were raised.
"Ouch, that hurts." I placed my hand on my chest.
She just giggled lightly. Her eyes darting to the left.
"I'll make you a deal, how about we be friends and I'll show you how to live your life." I said, a smirk plastered across my face.
"I don't think you're the type I'd befriend with." She said, her voice slow and steady.
"But you know people like me can always show you where the fun begins." I wiggled my eyebrows.
"I know how to have fun!" Her tone was straight up defensive.
I chuckled at her reaction.
"Yeah but you have fun the innocent way, not my way." I smirked.
"I'm a queen, I have fun my own ways thank you very much." She said.
Determined to keep the conversation going, I said "are you sure?"
She just rolled her eyes.
"Fine, I'll accept your offer."
"Great." Inside I was exploding with joy.
"Under one condition."
Her expression instantly changed into a serious one.
"We will not hurt anyone, especially Anna and Olaf." She said, her voice was steady, her head held up high, her back straight; She went back to looking poised and elegant and all together boring.
"Fine." I groaned, dragging the i.
"Then its I deal." She said, her body relaxing and grinning.
"Great." A smile plastered across my face.