Anna and Jack watched as Elsa walked away. After a few seconds, Jack spoke up.

"Actually, it's on account of my having white hair and all, but I thought I'd try to lighten the mood with a joke."

"Don't mind her, she doesn't like jokes all that much," said Anna, slightly embarrassed at her sister's actions. "Or country bumpkins, apparently-"

"What was that?"

"NOTHING- ahem, nothing," said Anna, flashing a big smile. Jack stared at her for a couple seconds, then shook his head.

"Alrighty then, if you say so. Why don't I go show you two the house and where you'll be sleepin' and all that?" asked Jack.

"That'd be wonderful, thank you!" said Anna enthusiastically. She limped after Jack as he led her to the house.

"It's no trouble at all," said Jack. "Also, if you don't mind my asking, what happened to your leg?"

"It's a long story."

"Is it really?"

"No. You'll find out soon enough."

"I'm…not sure I like the sound of that," said Jack apprehensively. They made it to the front door of the house, where Elsa was standing, looking exasperated.

"You need to fire your butler," said Elsa somewhere in Jack's direction, as it appeared she was adamantly refusing to look at him.

"What?"

"I rang the doorbell like twenty times and he still hasn't showed up. You have to fire him."

"Um. We don't have a butler, Eliza."

"It's Elsa."

"Oh, sorry about that," said Jack, wincing.

"I guess it's fine. I wouldn't expect you to remember it anyway."

"…what's THAT supposed to mean?"

"HEY HOW ABOUT WE GO INSIDE- ahem, I mean, why don't we go inside the nice looking house and stop this conversation like right now?" said Anna very nervously. Jack took the hint and opened the door.

"Here we are, home sweet home!" said Jack. Anna and Elsa entered the house, and it was surprisingly neat and tidy. Elsa dropped her bags on the floor and immediately sat in the nearest armchair.

"Um. Why'd you go on and just drop your bags?" asked Jack. "I haven't shown you your room yet."

"I'll let the servants take them for me. I deserve some rest," she replied dismissively.

"We don't have an-" Jack started to say.

"It's okay," interrupted Anna, "I'll take them up for her." With great difficulty, she picked up Elsa's bags and her own.

"I can't let you take 'em all on your own, she has twice as many as you do. Here," said Jack, taking some of the weight.

"Thanks so much," said Anna, breathing a sigh of relief as they walked up the stairs.

"So, do you folks have servants back at your house to do your cleaning and stuff?" asked Jack.

"No, we don't," replied Anna.

"Then why did she assume that we had servants?"

"Y'know Jack, I can honestly say I have no idea," she said. "Now where is this room?"

"Right over here," said Jack, pointing to a room at the end of the hallway. "I already made the beds for you two, plus I brought those dressers up for you to put your clothes in."

"Wow, that must've taken a lot of work," said Anna, looking slightly guilty.

"Aw, it was nothin', don't worry about it," said Jack, flashing a set of brilliant white teeth.

"…why do you have a set of teeth in your pocket?"

"For fun literary jokes like that," said Jack as he leaned against the fourth wall. He grinned and put the teeth away.

"It's really nice of you to be so kind, Jack."

"Don't mention it."

"I guess it's true what they say about Southern hospitality, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're from the South, aren't you?" asked Anna, slightly confused.

"Nope! Born 'n raised in the mountains of Davis," replied Jack.

"But…what about your accent?"

"I don't have an accent," replied Jack, his Southern drawl almost dripping from his voice.

"Um. Okay," replied Anna. She was at a loss for words.

"So just put your stuff down, get settled, and I'll make lunch for all of us. Then I can give y'all the grand tour of the farm and we can go over the rules 'n jobs 'n such," said Jack. Anna nodded and began to put her clothes away in the red dresser, as she knew Elsa would call the blue one.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Elsa McQueen was deep in thought. She carefully dug through her brain, fleshing out every idea and possibility she came up with. She very slowly thought through every possible decision, until finally, she had her epiphany.

"I got it. I'll call him stupid pumpkin," she said, looking very proud of herself.

"Who's a sexy hunk?" asked Jack, poking his head in through the doorway. Elsa jumped, then glared at him.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be working?"

"I am. Technically. I'm making lunch."

"Are you working as the cook here?" asked Elsa.

"What? No, I'm just making lunch cuz I felt it'd be a nice gesture," replied Jack. He also began thinking to himself, 'Note to self: ask Anna if they had a cook at their house because this is gettin' ridiculous…'

"If you're not the cook, then what kind of servant are you?"

"I'm not a servant, I'm a member of the family."

"Likely story. Are you the gardener?"

"No."

"The mailman?"

"No, and who in their right mind would keep a mailman as their servant? Why would you need a personal mailman?"

Elsa scoffed. "You must be the butler then."

"Okay fine, I'm the butler," said Jack, the soles of his feet quickly becoming moist from how much sarcasm dripped from his voice.

"You're fired."

"What? I'm not actually the butler!"

"You think you can cover up your terrible job with lies? Don't even try it, stupid pumpkin," said Elsa.

Jack sighed. He could tell that this was going to be a long summer.

A/N: So here is the second chapter. I had both of these written out already, which means that I will not be updating daily, I'll most likely do it weekly. Thank you for your consideration. Please pick up a complimentary bag of peanuts on your way out of the establishment.