Ribena

And Another Sip

…o0o…

Fuming. He was absolutely fuming. Well maybe that was a bit harsh. He was certainly disgruntled with Elsa right then.

After a week of silence before the joint family holidays to the winter chalets in the mountains where the Snow and Frost chalets were, would you have guessed it, right next door to each other, Jack was calm and ready to change his original plan of ignoring Elsa for the rest of his life, but the Ice Queen was avoiding him.

Luckily, the chalets closeness meant that they took the same plane, from the same airport, bought the same food from the same store. But this would only last for so long Jack thought as he watched Elsa bend down to pick up a crate of food for the week long holiday to store it in one of the rooms.

Internally, his lecherous mind salivated over the sight and hoped sooner, rather than later, she would be alone.

Freaking out. That's how Elsa would describe herself right now. Freaking out.

She could feel all the glances and heated stares Jack kept sending her way and she felt her ears boiling from the frequent blushes and had to resort to have her hair down in waves to cover the evidence knowing that it would inflate the younger man's ego. She sighed, placing the crate of food in the big room held for the non-perishables, rubbing her forehead.

This wasn't the right time! Jack was still underage technically despite being more mature than even her and she was told to act ten times her senior. Not exactly a complement for the young woman.

But why couldn't Jack just understand that?

While he seemed to understand after a car drive home, he seemed to lose whatever understanding he thought he had and began to try and talk to her again, comments that were more risqué than an adult shop.

And what was worse, Elsa was roped into going to get the ski passes with who? Surprise surprise! Jack. Alone.

When Jack heard this, his eyes ran over her form with appreciation, his blue eyes heating with what Elsa was now becoming familiar with: lust.

Trying to slow down her breathing, Elsa quickly grabbed Anna's arm.

"And Anna can come too! Oh and Lucy!" Elsa said quickly, trying to link the idea that all the Snow and Frost children could go on a field trip.

Who wouldn't want that? The parents readily agreed much to the bitter knowledge that Elsa wasn't going to make it easy for him, which Elsa shot with one victorious grin.

One sign of acknowledgement that Elsa didn't realise she had given to Jack.

He saw the crack in the ice and damn him if he wasn't going to take advantage of it.

…o0o…

After they all had zipped up their winter gear, the four children ventured out into the cold.

Elsa and a grumpy ten year old Lucy, who was only mollified with Jack's promise to find some hot chocolate walking together ahead of Anna and Jack.

"Can you believe he said that?" Anna, his best friend, continued to rattle on beside him. "He was like 'we finish each other's-' and I was like 'totally, sandwiches!' God isn't he the cutest?"

"Yeah, the cutest," Jack said dryly, his hands tucked into his ski jacket. "What does Elsa think about you going out with Hans?"

"Why would she have a problem with me going out with Hans?" Anna asked confused as she kicked a mound of snow. "They didn't know each other until I brought him home the other day."

Jack turned, disbelieving that his friend could be so naïve.

When he saw her happy smile, Jack wanted to face palm but knew that the knowledge would crush her and instead forced a smile on his face, knowing that she would have to compete with Elsa on that too.

"Sorry, my mistake, but tell me more," Jack said, his voice unenthusiastic and was already daydreaming when he saw Elsa throw her head back and laughed at what Lucy had probably joked about, forcing her hair to fly back, her cute nose sticking in the air, her cheeks rosy from the cold.

But his breath caught as her eyes, the icy jewels met his and despite what she had been aiming for the past week of trying to put him off, she beamed, obviously forgetting in her laughter high, that she was trying to have Jack put off her.

Lucky for him, it seemed that the last possible reason for them not going out was about to be lost.

And that was going to be in five days time.

…o0o…

What was the imbecile doing? Elsa thought furiously as she sped down the mountain, weaving and carving the snow she was pelting past.

Everything was snow white, cold and icy. It had been a good snow that year and the beer had surprisingly gone down in price making slightly less extortionate. While it was cold, it never bothered her anyway; she was the Ice Queen.

But she couldn't barely focus on the fun, the exhilaration of skiing because Jack Frost was up to mischief.

Where it was common knowledge that skis were faster than snowboards, but Elsa was in no comparison to the cotton haired boy. For the past four days they had been going down the exact same routes. Not for Elsa's lack of trying to get rid of him, but he was incorrigible.

And it wasn't fair that he roped Elsa's little sister into doing the same as them but not that it wasn't much of an inspiration of keeping them together; Anna couldn't keep up and ever since one accident when she was younger, she is something of a tentative skier.

But it wouldn't be long. No, it wouldn't be long. Anna only skis for a couple of days before she complains of the cold, so Jack wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer and then Elsa was going to leave him in the dust. Well, hopefully.

Finally, they reached the resort where the three of them took the route that meant that they didn't have to take off their skis before they reached their chalets.

Stopping, Jack tore off his goggles with a happy sigh, ruffling his hair out of the wet snow that had melted in them, his ears a bright red from the wind burn, his nose equally red from the cold. But those eyes, it seemed like he was high off the mountain. Since it was him, it wouldn't surprise her.

Jack looked over the ginger head of her sister, his eyes seeming to warm faintly, but the fact he had silver spots in his light blue eyes were now glowing in supernatural nature.

Elsa found that her breath was taken away, it was caught in her chest like when she was going down a black run so fast, the snow giving way to ice and she couldn't stop, she just had to wait until she fell. Because she would fall eventually it was just a matter of time.

He walked over to her, almost ignoring Anna's babbles, as he reached for Elsa's goggles and pulled them from her face, exposing her rosy cheeks, her blonde eyelashes that had caught the waning light. He pulled his gloved fingers away from her face, only dragging his fingers infinitesimally against the apple of Elsa's cheek, the wet abrading fabric a shock to her warm skin, be it from the fabric or from the person that it belonged to.

"Are you going to come for après ski drinks?" Jack asked softly, only for Elsa's ears despite the fact that Anna was standing right behind them.

"I-"

"Baby!" Anna squealed, ripping both Jack and Elsa away from their atmosphere, forcing both to realise their closeness and only Elsa took a step back, be it small as it may.

Anna ran off to a figure in the distance, lugging a bag over his shoulder. "I can't believe you came!"

"Of course! Anything for you schmookums," the deep voice sounded so familiar and so, so dreaded.

"Elsa! Can you believe Hans came?!" Anna squealed again, jumping up and down in the snow, clapping her hands. "Oh and you can finally meet Jack too!"

Elsa felt her face blanche, realising whatever wrong she had done in the past must have been truly grave as the karma she was receiving was truly awful.

Hans shot the platinum blonde haired girl a secret smirk behind Anna's back.

"Oh? Would this be Jack Frost that you have told me so much about Anna?" Hans asked, cordially, hiding that malicious gleam that Elsa knew personally could come out at the most bitter times. "I was starting to think he didn't exist."

Next to her Elsa felt Jack tense as he recognised the threat and pushed himself to full height which Elsa knew with her senses was over six feet and she was a tall girl herself at five ten.

"Shame I haven't been giving the same courtesy," Elsa almost flinched at the cuttingly precise way he talked. "But you know us, the little things easily slip our minds."

He lost the self-given slurs and colloquial language in favour of taking up his heritage of clipped diction and proper English. The use of 'us' showing that Hans had no place in their community of the upper class. Hans heard it too and his smile became a little more forced, Anna looked confused between both men.

"But then again, I have to say your reputation precedes you what with the popularity of your super injunction," Hans bared his teeth in savage victory as he saw Jack's surprise come alight in his darkened eyes.

"Hmm, yes that is true, but only those of importance attended, and I don't think I saw you there," Jack feigned confusion with Oscar awarding precision. "So I doubt you can talk of what you don't know about, boy so if I were you, I'd best shut my mouth."

Elsa was shocked. Here was a man at least six years his senior yet he was treating him with the contempt of, of… of a Frost.

Hans looked equally as surprised and even recoiled slightly with a flick of his hair but Anna was still the only one who didn't understand what was happening and turned her furious eyes to Jack, her hands on her hips.

"Jack! You can't speak to Hans like!" she snarled, her green eyes alight with a fire that should have burnt any hot blooded male.

But Elsa was only just realising that he was as cold blooded as she was and a little emotion swelled in the corner of her heart inwardly cheering for Jack.

Jack turned his eyes to Anna, his expression haughty, something he had never shown anyone before and little bit of Elsa swooned at the sight of the male dominance he was showing.

"What am I doing? I'm just treating him like he is treating me," he turned his eyes back to Hans, whose mouth had unconsciously tightened into a scowl. "And that is disrespect, but what can you expect with the way he has been raised, not to mention his career choice."

Elsa gripped Jack's wrist. She wasn't sure why but was determined to hold back blows which were sure to be thrown by one of the men, sooner or later.

"Wish we could talk more," Jack continued, his tone turning pleasantly, so suddenly that Elsa was reeling. "But there is some fun to be had and I'm not finding it here."

Spinning his stare to Elsa where she was caught, unable to break away mentally and physically. All she saw was his mouth moving forming words and she saw the way his eyes were looking at her, begging her to assent. Unable to move her mouth, Elsa nodded dumbly.

Lacing their fingers together, Jack looped her arm across her body so that he was holding her hand while having his hand on her shoulder.

Elsa wasn't sure how to deal with this change in events but decided since they seemed to be pretending, she thought that she could get away burrowing in his warmth, her free hand holding onto his open ski jacket.

Elsa was almost horrified to what she had agreed to and was cursing herself later when Jack pulled her into his chalet, where they found his parents and Lucy weren't back yet.

But she needn't have worried, Jack seemed to be preoccupied that he didn't even take advantage of her closeness, opting to release her to run his hands through his white tufts, muttering bitterly to himself.

Shocked, Elsa couldn't help but stare at Jack as he began to pace up and down the warm wooden hallway. But she was forced to move when she saw that Jack looked like he was going to rip shreds to his scalp.

Striding up to him, she tried to place the Ice Queen façade up so that he wouldn't see how much he was affecting her. Reaching up and grabbing both of his wrists, almost tenderly, bringing them down to her face. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, she was leading him on, she didn't want him that way. Elsa swore she didn't.

Yet it didn't stop her bringing his finger tips to her plump lips and kissing each pad, just feeling Jack lose the tension from the way his shoulder slumped in a familiar slouch.

Jack, reached up to his face because Elsa swore that she didn't remember linking their fingers so that there was no space left between each digit, and placed her soft hand against his face and rubbed his cheek into it encouraging Elsa to stroke the bristles of the stubble that she never realised was there.

Inspired, Elsa leaned closer instinctively seeing that indeed there were white, shiny stubbles. She didn't notice in her examination when Jack bent down too, nor feel his hand press in on the small of her back despite the fact that his very touch was petrol, ready to set her skin on fire with some heated words for a spark.

But she blearily realised what was going to happen when the other hand that had been unknowingly captured went to her own chin with his hand and tipped her chin back to be quietly covered with his.

Elsa opened her mouth in a hot breath in surprise, not a gasp. No, they were both as silent as a glacier, instead allowing their mouths to move silently, while Jack improved his hold on her lower back, tightening on the higher part of her bottom.

She was pleasantly surprised that Jack, the little boy she had once babysat, was an experienced kisser, knowing when to re-tilt his head, when to open her mouth further with his. It wasn't too slobbery nor too dry, a hand was pleasantly caressing her chin, stroking down to her neck. Slow, all so slow.

Elsa didn't do slow.

She pushed herself forward to try to force Jack to increase their pace. Elsa was becoming impatient and took matters into her own hands when Jack persisted with their unhurried speed, Elsa opened her mouth wider, her teeth coming and biting down on Jack's lower lip.

Jack protested deep in his throat but his body didn't complain when he pushed his hips gently into hers rocking their pelvises together. Jack's warm breath covered her face as he pulled away only to lower to her bare neck much to her surprise and take a chunk of her flesh in his mouth sucking with an eagerness that Elsa couldn't help but mirror with her hands delving deep into the hair at the back of his head.

Elsa tipped her head back, trying to encourage Jack to move anywhere, offering it to be ploughed.

Jack grunted and rocked their hips faster much to Elsa's delight.

"Augh, Jack," Elsa moaned and panted into the ear which was right by her mouth.

Something that cute couldn't be unacknowledged, as she licked the very shell, causing Jack to jump in surprise but nibbled with more vigour, in the same place and circling the abrasion with his tongue. Elsa surprised him again by taking the very tip of his ear with her teeth.

Jack let out a larger grunt and pressed harder against her.

So pleasure addled, Elsa's brain couldn't comprehend that someone was unlocking the door until Jack pulled back suddenly, tugging Elsa's hand down a corridor and through a door just as the call of salutations reached them.

Panting, they both looked at the other. Jack's chest was heaving but in his eyes was nothing more than lust and some other emotion Elsa couldn't name, his hands twitching at his sides.

For her, Elsa founded it harder to describe what she was feeling and separating her emotions.

Severely turned on. That was one emotion. Another being wanting to severely take Jack's clothes off right then. That was another or was it the same? It didn't matter but another prevailed the most and that was shame.

Straightening her jacket that Jack had pushed his hand under and fondled around her bottom through her salopettes, Elsa placed her calm mask on, combing her hand through her hair, wiping any evidence from her lips. She knew how trysts went, a romp at work came up most of the time when Hans was involved unfortunately.

Nodding to Jack who finally was being snapped out of his lust filled phase to understand what Elsa was doing and reached out a hand.

"Elsa wait-"

"I'm sorry to lead you on Jack, but unfortunately this can't happen again," she said not once looking at him, if she did, she knew that his hurt face would send her breaking into little pieces of ice.

"You didn't lead me on," Jack said firmly, lowly.

Startled, Elsa made the mistake of turning her face to his where she was immediately caught by his lips where her treacherous body did not refuse.

But it was all over too soon.

"You didn't lead me on Elsa because I know that we will be together," Jack promised lowly in her ear, both of his hand holding on her hips to stop her from squirming away. "While your denial is frustrating, it will be more sweet when I finally have you, writhing beneath my hands as my I pound into you-"

Elsa flushed, her hands going to his chest to push him away she told herself, that ended gripping his lapels.

"-And in the final climax, both of our bodies glistening with sweat, you will climax with the pleasure that I will be inspiring and that moment will be filled with post coital haze and you won't even be able to think the word 'no' unless it's the answer to me saying that I have to leave."

Elsa heard in the background feet running toward Jack's room but Jack was ahead of the game and stepped away from her with a promising kiss on her numb lips.

"I'll see you at my party tomorrow," he said, a clear dismissal as Lucy came barrelling into the room, her arms stretched out to her brother already who in a practiced movement, bent down to catch her around the waist and hoisted her in the air, twirling them around in a circle much to the delight of the little girl.

"Jack, you'll never believe I went down a full black run today without falling over once!"

Elsa left as she heard Jack's enthused response, choosing to leave, sneakily past the backs of Jack's parents and out of the door.

It was only as she was secluding herself in her room that she moaned at her impending doom, sliding down to the floor.

"I'm so fucked. Literally." Elsa moaned as she looked mournfully down at her ski boots that she still hadn't removed.

…o0o…

Today was the day, Jack thought to himself as he happily strapped his boots into his snowboard, getting ready for the ski lift. It was his birthday.

The big one eight. He was eighteen and a legal adult. Elsa could barely protest now.

Squeezing himself next to the blushing blonde, Jack was smug to see that he had made an impression on her, because without her realising it, Elsa kept brushing her lips through her blue scarf. Jack turned back to looking at the scenery that was all white and mountains, breathing in the air.

It was obvious that Elsa had forgotten. She had barely said one word to him despite the fact of the close proximity. He knew she couldn't have found out because of Anna not speaking to him because of how he treated Hans. He didn't regret it; Hans was a complete jackass of the most epic proportions.

The nerve of the guy! Thinking he can run his mouth and think that Jack Matthew Frost wouldn't return the verbal sparring? How stupid.

He just couldn't wait for the customary party that was to come later. The perfect time to get Elsa alone and have his way with her, if he had anything to say about it.

When they reached the top, Elsa absent mindedly waited for him to get buckled which was a welcome change from the way she tried to run away from him all of yesterday. As he pretended to still be fiddling with his strap, he looked up to Elsa who was haloed with the sunlit snow behind her.

A pale blue cap hat covered her head with shiny goggles that made it hard to determine what she was thinking, a silvery scarf also covered the lower half of her face to protect it from the bitter wind that happened that day, then the rest of her was covered in a navy and black ski suit which despite the frumpy look that it gave everyone, made her appear slim.

"You ready to go?" she asked and with a startle, Jack realised he had crouched their just staring, forgoing surreptitious in favour of what he felt like almost drooling.

Jack nodded, pulling his black goggles over his face and his black snood up and over his nose. It was so bloody cold!

Just the way he liked it.

Elsa was pelting down the hill this time, Jack almost had trouble with keeping up, but for his egos sake, it was more a matter of feeling the snow beneath his board as he carved up the snow.

But he couldn't wait for tonight.

…o0o…

She couldn't believe that she had forgotten! No wonder Jack kept sending her those looks! Well, it could also have been the way that they were kissing last night could have been taken into account but she was refusing to think on that right now.

But it all made sense that her mother demanded she pack a smart dress for the evening, but Elsa would have brought something less formal if she had known that it was for Jack's birthday.

Although, admittedly, Jack's birthdays generally were something of a commodity for the high end community. His parents had gone all out this year with renting a large space of marble and glittering lights. There were people who had especially flown in to the Alps to wish Jack well. Not that he would have noticed.

He'd been up at the bar the entire night.

Elsa frowned from where she stood with one of Snow's French business partners, trying to not look like she is watching Jack but in all honesty she was especially when she saw her.

It was the girl that Jack said he had kissed. Tooth.

Tooth, what kind of messed up name was that?

Elsa tried to reign in her jealousy but as the girl slid closer and closer until Jack's hand that was hanging loosely from the bar would touch a breast and that was unacceptable. Jack's hands were to touch her breasts and her breasts alone.

When it looked like the multihued haired girl was going to step once more, Elsa had decided that she had enough.

Excusing herself, as politely as she could manage, Elsa glided over in an attempt not to see like an ogre going to get its meat.

She intercepted the chest that had just been about to push into Jack's hand by reaching to get the peanuts between them, shooting Tooth an apologetic glance.

"So sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt but Jack your parents want you," Elsa said, purposefully placing her back to the other girl who didn't even look at all cowed much to Elsa's frustration, placing a peanut in her mouth, praying that she didn't choke on the horrible taste.

Jack looked up at Elsa and to her surprise she saw that his eyes other than a little tired weren't glazed from alcohol at all. So then… what was he doing with this girl sober? Didn't he want Elsa anymore?

Moving back, Elsa felt her face close off.

"But I can tell your parents that you are busy," she continued coolly, turning to leave again.

Just as she was about to go, she felt a vice tightening on her wrist.

"I am feeling a little woozy," Jack said, his voice betraying his sobriety, "but I think I need some help back to the chalet. You'll help right Elsa?"

Tooth looked expectantly, and in risk of seeming like an uncaring bitchy human, Elsa grudgingly took the proffered arm from Jack and began to lead him out of the room where they collected their warm coats and ventured out into the welcome cold.

Releasing his arm as soon as they were out of the public eye, Elsa put some distance between them, trying to retain her image of haughty-ness.

Jack didn't seem to notice as he cupped her hip with his hand, drawing them close as they walked and Elsa couldn't find for the life of her why she wasn't pushing him away. She was supposed to be angry right? Right.

She began to push herself away from him yet Jack held on with a determination like a muscle on the rocks.

"Jack," Elsa eventually protested as he refused to let go of her even through a particularly slippery patch.

Instead of releasing her Jack spun her in his arms, startling her, her mouth falling naturally open in a gasp and that was when he took advantage.

Her eyes popped open at the sudden invasion of a hot tongue that was probing every corner of her mouth and seemed like it was trying to delve right down her throat.

And Elsa couldn't seem to find it in herself to complain.

Elsa moaned reaching up with her hands to comb through the white hair that was as soft as the cotton that it looked like much to her delight. Feeling a cold wind breeze through the space created between their bodies, she took the initiative and take a step into his heat that he seemed to be radiating.

The cold never bothered her anyway but in comparison to Jack, she hated the feeling a little.

Jack broke away, his face going in to nuzzle just behind her ear. The place that she hadn't known until right then was a serious erroneous zone for her body as she basically collapsed in his arms. His muscled arms that scooped up her lower body and preceded at a faster pace than what they were walking before.

Feeling a little free, her chest was tight with a wanting that was only being eased with the touches that she littered over his body, eliciting tremendous responses from the usually secretive Jack. Elsa pressed her lips into the exact same spot as Jack did to her and with her arms around his neck and buried in his hair all the way to his scalp, she felt the shiver that vibrated through his form and the increased pace.

Elsa gave a small smile through her closed eyes and she realised when they were indoors again when she felt one of the heat waves from the air conditioning flowing over their bodies like stream lined cars.

Jack unceremoniously dropped her legs, but she didn't mind as this allowed her to push herself eagerly to her tip toes forcing Jack to stumble back a couple of steps before he fought back opening her mouth again eagerly, his tongue slipping over hers, her knees found that they were made of slush rather than the bone as they folded.

Jack took control by yanking off both of their coats before jerking them down the hallway where he climbed the warm stairs, every now and then stopping to pull her into a heated mess. Her brain felt like it was turning into mush but she allowed one thought to go through her brain:

Jack.

The stumbled from the warm browns in to blues and whites of Jack's room and there was a single bed that he had been sleeping on and hadn't been made but they tumbled on it regardless.

Jack's dress shirt was already undone, his bow tie unfastened, hanging limply from his neck, his trouser already popped open where she could see the erection pressing against his black briefs, his eyes half glazed from liquid courage and from what Elsa would have liked to have thought was mindless desire.

Although her suspicions were confirmed when Jack had finally found the zip to her dress along her side which made a whisper as it was pulled down so that his mouth could bite the side of her bra, so close to her nipple. Well, the zipper was a whisper in comparison to the huffs and pants coming out of both of their mouths as Jack pumped his hips in a slow hit, forcing both to revel in the pleasure that he just caused.

Elsa shimmied out of the dress, wriggling up the bed, shedding her dress and leaving the skin at the foot of the bed, regardless of the resulting wrinkles.

They lay there, Jack's chest heaving as he stared at Elsa as if she held all the truths.

But Elsa saw the hunger and she began to feel the doubt creep in at the edges. What if this ended badly? What if she was more disappointing than when Jack idolised her in his youth?

Pushing herself up to her elbows to give her excuses but let out a squawk of surprise as she fell back down on the downy cushions.

"Jack please," Elsa tried again to get up but found her shoulders pinned by Jack's large hands. A little part of her also tried to complain against her arousal at a sign of such dominance.

"No Elsa, this is what your bloody Ribena did to me. Don't turn away from me now." Jack murmured into her ear before biting on it.

"Ribena? What-" Elsa tried to turn her head to continue her query but cut herself off as she felt Jack's hands reaching under her back and unsnapping the clasp for her wonder bra, his cold hands creeping back before finally holding what his pubescent body had always wanted. Her breasts.

It almost meant the end for him as his manhood jumped in eager desire.

Finally, after running his hand down her arm, raising goose bumps as he went, Jack yanked on her captured hand, dragging her pliant body into his unyielding chest, rolling them over onto his back, knowing that she wouldn't refuse him. Not allowing her to escape. Not this time.

The hand that had grabbed onto her cold wrist, trailed over onto her taut stomach, basking in the feeling of her smooth skin before moving lower to her virginal white thong.

"If I knew better, I would have said that you were prepared for me," Jack murmured against her lips before Elsa bent down to capture his lips with her smeared lipstick ones, her hips pushing into Jacks hand urging him to delve into her folds.

His hot tongue, brought her gasping up for air, her back arching away from him, to get closer to him, his mouth just as demanding as they took control of her neck again, one finger already sinking into her wetness, so slick that Jack was anticipating when it would be his hard, hard dick-

"Jack?" A sweet timid voice called through the doorway.

The horny young adults froze, both wide eyed.

Jack was the first to move.

Rolling Elsa under him again, laying the duvet over her body, Jack moved off the bed so he was standing, in front of her, his white shirt still on his body.

"What's up snowflake?" Jack asked walking over to the child hiding behind the frame of the door, a teddy in one hand the other rubbing a slitted eye.

"I had the nightmare again," Lucy continued with her small voice, her mousy brown hair flopping into her eyes with her choppy fringe.

Jack's shoulders seemed to tighten.

"Elsa, I'm sorry but I won't be able to help you with that thing tonight," Jack said over his shoulder, a safe smile on his face but Elsa, after years of babysitting him saw the tightening around his eyes to show his discomfort, the way that the back of one hand rubbed at his stubbled jaw line.

Elsa stopped her scrutinising and realised it was probably for the best.

So then why did she feel so disappointed?

"Yeah, okay, I'll leave in a second, thanks for showing me that thing," Elsa said pointedly. "But I think it is an issue we should probably not worry about again."

She saw Jack's shoulders stiffen even further as he realised what she truly meant. She saw his eyes blaze but then noticed the down turn to his mouth before a fake smile came on his face.

"Okay, that's fine, as long as you had some fun," he said through his smile before turning to grab some clothes out of his drawer, his tone cut and drawled the word 'fun' bitterly.

She winced, her hand almost reaching for him but he had already turned to follow Lucy down the hallway to where her room lay.

"You can see yourself out right?"

Elsa barely had the time to choke out a "yes" before there was a click as the door down the hall close.

Elsa buried her face in her hands, hoping the darkness would make the reality seem brighter.

When that failed, Elsa changed quickly and quietly.

There was just one answer and that meant that she had to cut the holiday short. She had some packing to do.

…o0o…

"What were you and Elsa doing?" Lucy asked as soon they were behind her closed door.

Jack raised his eyebrow, shrugging out of his shirt to place his flannel pyjama top, button it with sure quick fingers while Lucy snuggled back down under the duvet covers with Mr Olaf.

"I was just showing her some stuff," he said, brushing off the comment, turning his back on her to hide his erection from his ten year old sister. It was scaring enough when she realised what she had inadvertently walked in on when she was older.

"Stuff that required her to be lying on top of you?"

Jack almost choked on his own spit as he struggled to get out a reply.

"Yeah," he finally mumbled, "something like that."

He just hoped that the attentive girl didn't notice the red blush cover his cheeks as a neon sign of his embarrassment. He was usually good at lying but it didn't help that the one person who could see through that they were untruths, was on her bed in front of him.

Luckily, Lucy just shrugged as she repositioned herself on her bed with the duvet secured over her shoulder to protect from the chilled air.

Sitting on the bed, Jack stroked back the choppy fringe from the pouting girl.

"Was it the car accident again?"

Lucy nodded.

"The one with the bad man?"

Lucy nodded again and puffed the fringe out of her face before Jack smoothed it out of her face for her.

"Is there any other one?" she asked with a watery smile to try and lighten the mood.

"Oh Snowflake," he sighed, moving to lie down next to her, snuggling into the bed with her, wrapping a reassuring arm around her small frail body. "He's in prison now."

"I'm not worried about that," Lucy exclaimed surprise in her eyes. "I keep remembering your face, and how limp you were how you weren't smiling and how pale you were and how-and how-" Lucy cut off with a hiccup and Jack wanted to lean back at the surprise but stroked her back to try and soothe the girl in his arms and was wetting his shirt.

"Hey, I'm still alive you silly," Jack teased lightly, his nose burrowing into her hair of the child friendly shampoo, just breathing in the scent of clean child. "It was just unfortunate that it ruined my good looks."

Lucy snorted sloppily into his chest, a small giggle beating against him.

"Figures that is what you are more preoccupied with," she said with another sniff.

"Hey!" Jack protested, mock hurt. "You promised no big language for the stupids!"

Lucy grinned as she looked up at him, her nose red. "You mean the stoopidss!"

Jack chuckled, tucking her head back under his chin. "I think I preferred you when you couldn't talk."

Lucy giggled again, wiping her messy face on him again, her small fists gripping his shirt.

They were silent for a few minutes just basking in the presence of the other sibling safe and alive, just waiting for the other to ruin it.

"Do you want to make a pillow fort?" Jack finally whispered into her brown locks, his finger curling the hair behind her ear.

When Lucy didn't answer, Jack frowned, slowly pulling away to look down at her peaceful sleeping face. With a grin, Jack leaned over her to switch the pink lampshade out before settling down to sleep too.

He was sure the answers for the Elsa situation would be solved in the morning.

With a happy smile on his face, he fell into a blissful slumber with his own personal heater.