A/N: Thank you for such a positive response! Honestly, I LOVE reading comments! I love hearing your points of view on something I created, and your stories that come along with that. I'm sorry for this long note before the story, but I really do love to hear from ya'll. It's why I love fanfiction the most, because people comment the most, which in a way, feels like a small community that is very encouraging towards my lousy hobby. Okay, onto what ya'll are here for: the jelsa sweet goodness of stupid cute things that I'm obsessed with

Jack's Point Of View

The confuted anger boils inside me as winces of pain shock me every step I take. My brown, obviously overly worn cape hides my back and the sticky blood it holds, which will be helpful when I walk inside. As I continue walking through a set of hidden alleys, I try to devise a way of explaining me only wearing my cape.

I'll figure something out once it happens. Plus, I'm better at making stuff up on the spot. Thinking about it generally makes me end up saying the exact opposite of what I'd need to say.

I kick a few rocks with my bare feet. They're disgusting from dirt and grass and just the fact that I don't have shoes, but I don't need shoes. I'd rather have food.

My stomach gripes at me, probably for getting caught. Whatever.

I walk in the woods, picking up rocks and throwing them aimlessly, thinking of another way for tonight's meal. It may just be like the past few days, were we sleep with our stomachs empty. I throw a rock as hard as I can at tree.

"Stupid Princess!" I scoff to myself. "I can feed my family by myself."

I kick more and more rocks, when the idea of going through other's waste might hold some form of food. The bakers might've thrown out old bread that wasn't sold! The cheese factories dumped what they no longer want!

Sure, it's trash, but it doesn't matter. I have to survive somehow, right?

Elsa's Point Of View

I travel up into the woods, which seem darkest from far away. As I near, they reveal a beautiful existence. The sweet scent of pine fills the air, and the summer breeze is very soft and comfortable. The light is dispersed in patches, making the forest seem mystical in a way only the eyes could describe.

It seemed scary, but every step closer, it became less so and more the opposite. I step in, and the slight crunch of the dead pine and oak leaves beneath my feet was comfort. It broke the silence of this vast forest.

I continue walking, trying to find some sort of path. I only notice some pine trees have a little 'x' carved into them. It's almost hard to find, since they're above normal eye level and not noticeable unless you pay attention. Soon, it became a hunt of 'find the x on the next tree, and hope this isn't just an animal thing.'

The forest was beautiful beyond I could ever think. I could stay out here forever, breathing in the fresh air and smelling the inviting shadows. Birds chirp in the distance, and the forest sings its song.

I only remember the forest as something scary. I barely remember it from when I hurt Anna. It was dark then, and I was terrified then. Now, I'm still terrified, but not in the same way. But the point is, I'm kind of glad I left the castle and ran into the selfish boy who stole bread. Though stupid, he lead me to this forest.

If I survive my parent's anger, I'll have to come back and read. Maybe draw or just breathe. It feels nice to just... feel at ease.

The little x-marked trees because closer and closer, easier to see a slight past formed by someone or someones walking through this forest. I can see a clearing ahead, and a slight bit of excitement forms inside me. Of course, it's probably just the outside and the fact that I haven't seen it in like 12 YEARS OR SO.

Whatever.

I see the small, tattered cottage ahead. It's so poorly held together by straw and whatever else buildings have in them. There's not much surrounding the cottage, but a minuscule pile of wood. Winter's been over for a few months? Must be extra.

I follow the little stone path that was nearly swallowed by swaying green grass and cute little blue flowers, no larger than a thumbnail. They're patchy in this part of the forest, but they're only in this small section, around the torn house. Odd.

I step along the stones, each cracked to near bits and dust. I arrive at the door, knocking thrice. It takes probably the longest 5 seconds I've ever lived before the door slowly creeks open.

A pair of shattered eyes and aged cloths stuck to a body that's only skin and bones peeks out. It's a mother, perhaps? She has brown eyes, and despite how many layers she ware, I could see how malnourished she was.

"May I help you ma'dam?" Her voice shakes... of fear? Why?

"I'm Princess Elsa. Is this the Frost residency?" I ask.

"y-yes." She stutters. Just then, another pair of soft brown eyes joins her, but in a smaller form. A young girl, the age of 7 or 8, maybe 10, is beside her mother. The girl is just as frail and thin as her mother.

"Is Jack okay? Where is he?" She asks, her eyes filled with fear.

"Jack's okay! I actually and here to give you this." I say, lifting the basket of goodies. Their eyes widen like they've seen an angel. "I heard he-" I don't know how to phrase what I heard. "Here's some food, and I want to give you plenty more once you're all done."

"Really?!" The girl squeels, bringing her slim face to life.

"Thank you so so much your highness!" She says, unable to keep her eyes off the food. I don't take it as rude. If it were up to me, I'd make them eat so much they couldn't eat for the next six days. "How- how do I repay your kindness?"

"Can I stay until Jack arrives?" I ask. That idiots obnoxious and rude, but I want to see his reaction to his family happily eating.

"Yes'm! Come in, come in! It's not much, but we can offer you a place to sit until Jack comes." She says, opening the door and hustling me in in a friendly, motherly manner.

"Thank you." I smile, sitting down in a wooden chair. In all honestly, it is the most uncomfortable thing I've ever sat down in my entire life. The house is the saddest looking thing ever, and their is a faint smell I can't pin point.

The mother swifts up, setting the basket on the table, tapping away the hungry girl's fingers. "We must wait for Jack, okay Olivia?" She whispers to her child. They look so hungry. They look so frail. Why would they wait? Jack wouldn't mind, and if he did, he'd probably do the same thing anyway. Olivia, the young girl I suppose, pouts away and turns her attention towards me.

"So are you really the Princess of Arendelle?" She asks, sitting beside me on the ground, waiting to be fed information or stories that fulfill her imagination. "What is the castle like? Do you like it there? What do you like to eat?"

"Olivia! Don't bombard the Princess with questions- I'm sorry, your Majesty, she's just a very curious little girl." The mother hushes.

"No, it's alright, really!" I smile trying to aid the mothers embarrassment. "So, you're Olivia?"

"Yes." She nods head in wonder, jumpy from awaiting my tales.

"Well, the castle is beautiful. It's bigger than you could ever imagine! There's rooms for everything. And it overlooks to sea. It's so wonderful." I say, thinking of the positives of my prison.

"Do you like it there?" The child's innocent questions sure do make a point.

"Yes." I hesitate my answer. "But it's missing a few things."

"Like what?"

"Trees. Your beautiful forest that you have. It... it doesn't have laughter anymore. It's cold there. The windows are never open. The castle is missing... well..." I say, mostly speaking my thoughts, pondering on what it really misses and what is so terrible about the place. "It is missing family. It's very lonely there."

"Oh, but I thought you had a family? How are they missing is they are still there?"

These questions hurt more than the whipped lash on my arm; and that bleed for a few minutes before it stopped.

Jack's Point Of View

Success! A loaf of bread, still warm! The edges are burnt, but that doesn't matter. Food is food. I scurry up the load, covering it with my shirt to keep in the warmth. I hurry out before someone sees, and reports me for who knows what.

I jog through the edge of the town, reaching the pine forest. It's not very close to sunset, but it feels so. Once I'm certain I've jogged far enough into the forest that no one would see, I slow down to walk. I follow the path I've made for myself over the years.

I had little 'x's marked along trees, but it's been years since I've used the trees to guide me home. I reach the stone that Olivia begged to put down a few years ago. She wanted to jump from them during the day, so I put them down for her.

I see the little, sky blue flowers that grow around my hell of a home. It brings back the happy memory I hold very closely.

I remember it very exactly. It had been a few months since my stupid excuse of a father had skipped out. Even though he was the worst monster to live with, it still was hard to accept his disappearance. Olivia was still very young. She didn't see that man like my mother and I did. Olivia saw him as fun and a good father. He was the opposite, but she was to hurt by his actions of previous years to see.

Olivia had been very down those past months. That was when I still had a job; chopping wood. I had saved up to buy her a cupcake that day, and she was pretty happy to eat it, but it was the kind of happiness that was only there because you were too sad to feel anything else. The kind you feel when you're completely hopeless.

"What's wrong?" I remember asking as she sat in the field outside our home. She wasn't jumping along the stones like she used to. She was just sitting; recovering.

"I don't like it here." She said.

"Why not? It's fun here! There's trees to climb and birds that sing. It's a nice place, you see?" I saw, squatting beside her.

"No, it's not. They birds don't sing happy songs like they used to. Now they sing sad songs. And the trees are to tall to climb." She said. She had always had a wonderful imagination, and the outside was a world of mystery and anything-possible to her, but this was the sign that she desperately needed some laughter or something.

I jumped up, hopping out. "C'mon! You want to play tag? I'll be it!" I invite

"No." She sighed.

"You want to play jumping bricks? You can't land on the grass, it's a giant hole, remember? That's fun, right?"

"No, it's not fun. It's dumb."

"You want to go hunting for fairies?" Im running out of ideas.

"No, they don't exist."

"Yes they do! Remember? They live in the flowers, and only come out when those who believe in them are around." I ask, sitting back down beside her.

"There are no flowers here. Not where we live. Fairies don't want to live here. They know what the birds sing."

While I never understood her statement, I understood her sadness. I jumped up, and ran as fast as I could to the nearest pond. I knew flowers would be around there somewhere. And so I found tiny blue ones, and I gathered them up in my shirt. I got my entire shirt, hands, and most of the rest of me very muddy, but it was worth it.

When I arrive home, Olivia first looked confused.

"I found your fairies. They just lost their way, that's all." I smiled, and she seems to smile. Genuinely, too.

We stayed out the rest of day to bury the flowers across the damp forest ground. Olivia loved them, and everyday she would wake up, and ask me if the fairies were back. I told her to just look outside, and to see them.

Even in the winter time, when the flowers had dissipated, Olivia asked where the fairies went.

"They have to stay warm, because those were the summer fairies. Now the winter ones are here. They're in the snowflakes."

And so it went on. Life progressed. The blue flowers came back for the spring and most of the summer, each year bringing a smile to Olivia's face. It's been several springs and summers, but I still like to see them. They remind me of, despite how terrible life has seemed to work out for us, we can still laugh in between our sadness.

I walk up the steps, aiming to only step on the rocky parts until I reach the door. I open the door, and walk in. Without paying much attention to anything, I begin my talking.

"Alright, before anyone asks, my shirt got dirty so I wasn't wearin-" I stop in my tracks because I see a set of three eyes looking at me in surprise.

The thing is, I only live with two sets of eyes. The third is the Princess.

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