Chapter 5
Elsa
I squeeze my eyes shut, wrapping my arms around Jack. The wind screams louder than my fears.
"Elsa, open your eyes. Appreciate the view," Jack soothes, a hint of laughter in his voice.
I wrap my arms tighter and slide them open, panicking. I gasp when I absorb the view.
We are thousands of feet above the North mountain, which the sun is shining down on brightly. The snow sparkles, visible from even this height. I can glimpse snow-laden trees in the distance, fading into fog.
"W-we're flying," I stutter in surprise. "We're flying!"
"Well, yeah. Did you think I was trying to kill us both?"
I blush. I was thinking exactly that.
"Well, I can't fly. How come you can, though?" I wonder.
"It comes with being the whole spirit of winter deal," he explains.
"So, you weren't kidding about being Jack Frost. I thought you were just calling yourself that because your name was Jack and you happened to have powers like me," I explain.
"What makes you think I would do such an absurd thing?" He laughs.
"Well...have you met yourself?"
"Actually, yes. I'm a pretty great guy."
I hit his arm, causing me to lose my balance. I let out a shriek and close my eyes.
"Can we please go down now? Please?" I request.
"Of course. Bored already?" Jack jokes.
"No. I just am not a very big fan of falling almost a thousand feet, no matter how deep the snow," I explain as we descend.
When we reach the balcony, I lean against the railing, attempting to catch my breath.
"Since you were honest with me about being Jack Frost, I'll be honest with you. I'm no longer a princess," I attempt to tell him. "The event today was my coronation."
"So, you're a queen?"
"Yes. I'm a queen."
With this answer, Jacks eyes light up and he starts flying around me.
"Queen Elsa. Queen Elsa of Arendelle. The Snow Queen Elsa. The Snow Queen of Arendelle," he sings.
"And now you see why I was hesitating to tell you."
Jack reconnects his feet to the floor, and he runs his hands through his hair. I can't stop my heart from fluttering when he does that.
"I forgot to tell you this earlier, but I like, no love, your..." I hold my breath, waiting anxiously to hear the rest of the sentence.
"Your palace," he finishes in a short breath.
"Actually, you did, earlier. You called it stunning," I correct, turning out to face to shining mountainside. I glance at him out of the corner of his eye, and he's blushing to the tips of his ears.
"Huh, I guess I did," Jack answers, looking out to the mountainside with me. He rests his hand on too of the railing, his other grasping is staff.
I slowly inch my hand along the smooth ice and rest my hand on top of his.
"This has been the first time in a while I've felt so happy. Thank you, Jack."
He doesn't reply, and I hold my breath, afraid I was too impulsive. Then I look directly into his eyes, and the mischievousness is still there, but there's also something else. I think it's hope. ?