In case you couldn't tell...I had no idea how to end this .

Day 26- Boxing Day- Modern AU

Elsa was buried under three blankets and a duvet, a miserable scowl on her face. It was boxing day, she was sick and it was all Anna's fault. If they hadn't had that snowball fight...well, it didn't matter now. What was done was done and she was too sick to do anything other than watch Disney films and eat left over Christmas Dinner while Anna and her parents went to visit family.

With a groan she sat up, her head swimming, and she grabbed another DVD from the pile on the chair next to her bed and slipped it into her DVD player that was on the floor, connected to the TV on the opposite wall. She had just bypassed the credits when the snowball hit her window.

"Ugh." Elsa wanted to scream. She was already miserable and sick, she did not need irritating little children throwing snow at her window; and what was worse, she couldn't even summon the energy to go tell them to go away.

would (hopefully) get bored after a while, anyway.

Maybe.

"Queenie! Hey!"

Oh no.

I take it back; I love children. Elsa squeezed her eyes shut. I love all children. Especially little, annoying ones that throw snowballs at my window. Anything; just don't let that be who I think it is.

"I know you're up there!" Came the teasing reprimand. "Anna told me you were sick, so I'm visiting!"

Anna!

"If you don't answer me I'm just going to come in anyway. I know where you keep the spare key."

Elsa really was going to scream this time. She was sick and miserable; all she wanted to do was watch films and sleep. Entertaining Jack was not on her to do list.

Too late; there was a jingle and a slam from downstairs and Elsa groaned, raking her fingers through her hair and wiping her face with the back of her hand to try and make herself look a little more presentable before Jack burst through her bedroom door. He was dusted in snow from the top of his head to the curve of his impish nose and lips, right down to the knees of his trousers; he was barefoot so Elsa assumed he had left his boots downstairs.

"Morning Quee-"

"Go away, Jack." Elsa groaned, then sneezed loudly into a crumpled tissue.

"Jeez, you really are sick." Jack shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair, revealing his usual blue hoodie underneath, before walking over and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "What happened?"

"Does it matter?" Elsa replied, nasally. "I'm sick and you need to go home before you catch it."

"What about you?" Elsa was surprised to find that he looked, well concerned.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry." He didn't look convinced and, after a considerable amount of bickering (well, considerable for Elsa), Jack decided to lie next to her above the covers, without her permission, of course. Her bed really was too small for the two of them, so somehow they ended up lying only half next to each other with Jack's head on Elsa's stomach. By this point their relationship was such that it didn't bother them (well, sort of), and halfway through the film Elsa found herself running her fingers through Jack's hair, her own eyes fluttering closed just like his had almost as soon as she began. Soon they were both asleep, Elsa's fingers still tangled in Jack's hair, a peaceful smile on her lips.