A/N: Thanks you for such positive feedback! Sorry for delays! I began writing this, then my charger broke and it was two weeks before I was sent a new one. SO SORRY. Aslo: I'm still in highschool and finals are coming up (ya i want to die) so I'm not sure how often I will write for ya'll. Sorry again.

Ps since Jack's sister and mother aren't named, I'm using the voice actor's names... just fyi

Jack

"What are you doing here?!" I shout, reacted to that princess who decided it was okay for her to find my home and invade it.

"Jack, she is our guest!" My mother says under her voice, trying to sound polite but I can tell if the majesty wasn't here she's hit me upside the head. "We are honored."

"Jack, she brought us food! We wanted to wait for you before we ate it, but now that you're here, can we eat it now?" Olivia pleads.

"You brought food?!" I say, the anger growing more and more.

"Jack Frost! You will say thank you to the princess!" My mother raises her voice, and I stop complaining, but I give that Elsa a glare. "I'm so sorry, he's usually very respectful."

"It's okay, really." she says. Yeah right. "I hope you all enjoy the food. I won't be eating with you all, I've- I've already eaten."

I put the burnt bread I was so proud us on the table, beside this ornament of food. They will definitely not be so grateful for my food over hers. Why is she here? She pretended to care, and now she's trying to get to my family?! UGH.

"You can go ahead and eat. You don't have to wait for me." I say, watching my disgusting burnt bread shrivel in comparison to her basket. "I'm not hungry."

"Okay wait, you have to eat." Elsa says, sitting in our good chair- the only one you don't get splinters from.

"I said I'm not hungry." I growl to her, sharpening my eyes at her. How dare she.

My mother lets out a large sigh as I begin to head down the hallway. I look behind me to see my mother offering my sister a piece of the fancy bread that I could never afford. She turns it down. She turns it down? I stop, and turn around. She grabs the bread I got- the burnt one that is nothing to Elsa's bread.

"I want Jack's bread." She says.

"Olivia, no, it's okay, really." I say, entering back into the kitchen. "Go ahead and eat the nice bread."

"Are you sure? You didn't want it, so why should I?" For a child, her logical is impenetrable.

I give her a goof smile. "Now did I ever say I didn't want it?"

"Well, not exactly." She smiles.

"I said I wasn't hungry, now go eat your nice bread." I try to laugh a little. Smooth out the wrinkled mood.

Elsa

Jack turned in an instant to this ungrateful, selfish little butt to a sweet older brother in an instant. I can't believe he didn't want any bread. He's so stupid, but at least he doesn't ignore his family. That's nice.

He turns to me, staring at me with his blue eyes which are ugly and dull. "Is your arm okay?" He asks.

My arm? I hadn't really noticed until he mentioned, but now that I look at it, it stings. The fabric was ripped along with my skin. It's shiny from blood or oil or something.

"Yeah, just hurts a little. Never really had a whip to it before." I try to smile. Maybe he won't be such a jerk.

"Don't worry, I can help it. But don't let it happen again- it hurts the same every time." He says, whispering the last part as if his family didn't know. I'm sure they know. How could he get away with something so brutal on his back every who-knows-how-often? His back!

As he walks into their make-shift of a kitchen to get whatever, I remember about his back. He still has his cape on him, which is so large and hiding that I didn't even notice his shirtless chest underneath.

"How is your back?" I ask. He freezes.

"Jack? What happened to your back?" Olivia says, pausing her eating on bread.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I don't know what she means." He tries to laugh off the last part.

"Not exactly. Remember? The square? The wh-" He cuts me off as I try to remind him. Maybe he forgot.

"No! Nope, don't recall!" He says, slightly nervous as he quickly comes back with a few rags and thin strips of cloth. He kneels beside me, bringing me above him.

"But-" I try to ask.

"Nope, nothing." He says, staring up at me from his low position. It is then I see his fear and pleading for me not to continue. His eyes seem rounder than before. Still ugly though.

"Okay." I nod.

"Jack, what is she talking about?" His mother asks, probably sensing something wrong.

"Nothing!" We both simultaneously shout to her, which probably was for the worse.

"I need water. Olivia, could you-?" Jack asks, but before he finishes, Olivia jumps up and happily agrees. She's very dedicated to Jack, that's for sure.

Jack proceeds to tear up my long sleeved fancy cloth that used to cover my arm. My body shakes from nervousness. I don't remember if I've let anyone help me out like this, even my father. What if this touch makes me lose my ability to keep calm? What if I accidentally freeze him? I can't let that happen.

Olivia stumbles in with a bucket of water, barely able to hold the thing. It was basically bigger than her. Probably heavier, too. She brings it over to Jack, and begins her childish curiosity.

"Miss Princess, how did you get that?"

"I- uh- it doesn't matter." I stutter out. Jack wets a rag, and places it on my skin. I didn't think it would hurt, but iT IS VERY PAINFUL. It burns every nerve in my body. It seems to amplify every pain and stinging that once was.

"aaaStop please" I plea, barely able to contain from the shock. I can feel the cold begging to surround my body. I try to control myself, but honestly this stupid rag makes that stupid cut for that stupid boy hurt even more.

"No, it helps it heal." Jack says, dabbing at my wound and washing away the dirt and blood. "Don't worry, it'll feel better in a second. We ran out of herbs, so it won't heal quite so quickly, but it will probably heal well. Maybe a little scar, if anything."

I wince, trying to keep myself under raps as he continues aiding my mark. If this is the pain, and it's only on my arm, how many nights must Jack have had suffered with his back? Does his family know? I bet not. Maybe that's why he's so rude about everything.

"I can get you herbs... for your back." I say as he starts wrapping my arm in thin cloth. "And medicine- proper medicine."

"I'm fine." He says with a cold touch. His eyes are focus on my arm, and he held a semi-harsh look. It mostly showed his strong jawline that could cut someone, metaphorically of course. I don't think he could hurt anyone.

"Please?" I beg. Wait, am I begging? I'm a princess- a soon queen! I shouldn't have to beg.

"No. I'm fine. I don't need your bread or your medicine." He says.

"Jack, why do you need medicine? Why don't you want to bread? Is it bad bread?" Olivia began her quest of questions.

"No, I'm okay Olivia. The bread is okay, you should eat as much as you want. Don't worry, okay?" He spoke with grace to Olivia, like he treasured her. It was almost heart touching- ALMOST, if he wasn't so stubborn.

"Jack, please let me help." I ask.

"I don't want your pity." He says, finishing up the wrapping.

"I'm not pitying you! I'm trying to help!" I scoff in frustration.

"I can survive by myself." He says, glaring at me with his piercing eyes. Okay, I'll admit they're quite beautiful, but not Jack. I mean Jack IS really beautiful, but he's stubborn and annoying and rude.

"Fine. I command you, as your future queen, to make you let me help you. You have to eat some of the bread and you have to use any herbs or medicine I bring you." I say, kind of smiling on the inside. Now he has to accept it.

"No." He stated, unswayed by my power. IDIOT.

"Jackson Frost!" His mother scolded.

"I don't need the medicine, alright?" He responded. "I'm fine."

"I'll throw you in jail if you don't take it!" I try to threaten, but he seems unchanged.

"You won't." He says, standing up and staring at me.

"I will!" I try to sound convincing.

"No, you won't. Now don't mess with that for a few days. It will scab, but don't mess with it. You'll probably have a scar." He informs, unmoved by me or anything.

"Jack, why won't you take the medicine? Why do you need it?" Olivia pleaded.

HA. He can't turn down his sister.

"I don't need it Olivia, that's why I won't take it." He says, smiling to his sister.

"You don't need it? Please!" I say, daring him.

"Ya, I don't." He says, clenching his jaw at me.

NOW I have the power.I know something he doesn't want to be known. I let myself give an evil smile as I stand up. He looks at me with both determinations and fear. How dare he try to control me.

"Take the medicine." I dare.

"I won't take your pity." He snares.

"Jackson, do not disrespect your princess." His mother scolds.

"Why not, Jack? You need it, don't you." I chant. I'm so done with this boy's dumbness.

"Why does he need it?" Olivia joins in the heated arguments.

"I don't." Jack says.

"Yes you do!" I say, and his mother asks him why.

"No!" He says loudly, almost reaching a shout.

"Jack has a really big gash on his back!" I finally burst out, like a tattling child.

The erupt reaction from his mother and sister is wild. They act frantic, trying to see what I tattled on. Jack tries to convince them he's fine, but they won't take it. He gives me a glare.

"It's nothing, just a scrape from- uh- I fell on my back. I saw a chicken, and backed up and fell on my back on a tree stump." He is actually an okay liar. But still, why won't he just tell them? Ugh he's so stupid.

"Jack, are you hurt?" I have to admit, his sisters plea kind of showed me why he lied so much. She was so frail and thin and weak, and he protects her. Okay, so he's not THAT bad but he's still stupid, arrogant, annoying, rude, snobbish, silly, and just terrible.

"No, don't worry Olivia. I'll be okay, don't you worry. Go eat that bread." He gives a warm, silly smile to his beloved sister.

And for a second, I hated him for it. I hated him because he had something I could never get; a relationship with his sister. I hate how good he is at loving her. I hate how protective he is over his family. I hate it because I wish my family was that. But no, I have to sneak out to see the earth. I can't tell my family things. I haven't even hugged them in years, and I rarely see them. I hate him for my problems.

Olivia gives a childish smile to Jack, going off to eat the beautiful bread. His mother sighs, mumbling to herself the tortures of raising a boy or something like that, and begins to eat with Olivia.

"Please, Jack." I say softly. Quiet, so his sister and mother don't hear.

"Don't worry about me, okay?" He said, looking straight into my eyes.

Ugh, this feeling is weird. It's a wear feeling deep inside, like firey heat and nervousness and all the weird things. I hate this and I hate him.

"Jack. Ugh, look- one favor in exchange for another, okay? That's equal, so you have to either let me help or let someone else." I try to bargain. I'm a freeking princess, why am I asking?

"You brought food, I fixed your hand. There. Even." He said, standing above me, casting his view on me.

"Fine. As Princess of Arendelle, I demand you to come to my court and be aided by an official doctor or nurse." I lift my head, proud.

"You won't make me." He said bluntly.

"If you do, I'll bring more food." I offer.

His eyes opened, but I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Maybe he thinking I'm mocking him? Maybe he thinks I'm lying? UGH.

Jack

I tried to hide my reaction to her offer. Yeah, my back is in pain, but I can't accept her gifts. I'm a peasant. Just nothing. She's a soon-to-be queen. But... I can't keep my family alive. They're barely alive now.

Ugh, this is impossible. How do I accept her offer but not willingly? Maybe I'll just rough it out. Maybe.

"If you give them a full meal- more than they've ever seen?" I ask, seeing how far I could go.

"Yes, anything." She seemed almost begging.

"But only if I go?"

"You have to go!"

"If I go, you better feed them so much they don't like food anymore. They deserve much more than a peasants life." The last part I say to myself, and I'm sure she heard. Her face was sympathetic, but she's lying. A princess doesn't have empathy.

"I will- I will! You'll have to go tomorrow morning- I'll send for you! But it's nearly dark. I ought to go now." She said. "So, yeah. You better stick to what you said."

"I will, okay?" I say, walking her to the door.

"Promise?" She said, her eyes glowing a bright, radiant blue. They were eyes to get lost in- eyes someone could look at forever, but they were probably some one else's. A princess like her? Someone better must have seen her. Someone more worthy will love her. No me, I am nothing.

"Promise." I try to give a slight smile as she leaves.

"You better keep that promise!" She smiles, yelling as she got farther and farther away.

"I will, don't worry!" I call back... and for a second I smile. A real smile. But I quickly get it off of my face, because a peasant should never smile to a princess.

A/N: FRICK sorry for the LONG wait like I said my charger broke and took two weeks to get to my house so :)))))) ya plz comment and follow k thanks I love ya'lls input!