Anna watched Jack leave the room, then sighed. She unpacked all of her and Elsa's clothes, making sure to carefully fold every single article of clothing that belonged to Elsa for fear that she'd elbow her in the gallbladder again. Her gallbladder couldn't take any more abuse.
Finally, she finished her task, and she headed downstairs. About halfway down, she could distinctly hear someone denying the role of butler, and she slapped her forehead with her palm. She hurried down the rest of the way, and followed the sound of the voice to the living room, almost running into a sighing Jack in the process.
"Yowsers!" shouted Jack as Anna seemed to materialize from nowhere, though that was mostly due to him being distracted.
"Yeezus West!" shouted Anna as Jack seemed to not notice her.
"Sorry about that, Branagh," said Jack apologetically.
"It's Anna."
"Sorry about that, Anna," said Jack, even more apologetically than before.
"It's alright, don't worry about it," replied Anna with a grin.
"Do you have a cook at your house?" asked Jack suddenly.
"What? No, what gave you that ide- …oh," said Anna, quieting down as she realized exactly who put the idea in Jack's head.
"Do you have a butler?"
"We don't have one of those either. Listen Jack, a vast majority of what Elsa says we have is a lie," said Anna.
"Oh, alright then. So I'm guessing the personal mailman thing is bogus too, right?" said Jack with a smile.
"Huh? No, that one's actually true, we do have a personal mailman."
"Wait, excuse me? Why in the name of Merlin's saggy left-"
"HERE'S A BETTER QUESTION- um, I mean, let me answer your question with a question: what's for lunch? I remember you saying you were making lunch a couple of minutes ago."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Gosh, it feels like it's been months since I said that," said Jack.
"I know, right? It feels like it's been so long since something happened," agreed Anna as she and Jack cast smiling death glares to the author. The author nervously rubbed his neck as his breath quickened, and he hastily apologized.
"Now that that's out of the way, how about food?" continued Anna.
"You mind going with me to the kitchen? I need some help with lunch," said Jack.
"Sure!" said Anna as they walked over into the other room. "What are we having for lunch?" she asked.
"Instant noodles," said Jack. "We don't have anything else, I was too excited about having company so I forgot to go to the supermarket and pick up some stuff," replied Jack, embarrassed.
"I'm not eating peasant food," said Elsa, standing next to the stove.
"GAH! What the heck?!" shouted Jack.
"Yeah, she does that," said Anna.
"I thought teleportin' or apparatin' was a myth," said Jack, somewhat shaken.
"I'm just really quiet," said Elsa.
"She's really quiet," repeated Anna. Elsa scoffed.
"Anyway. I said that I'm not eating peasant food," said Elsa as she looked at her nails.
"Elsa, we ate instant noodles all the time back home, it's not lik-OOF" Anna's sentence was quickly cut short due a sudden lack of breath, courtesy of Elsa's elbow ramming straight into her gut.
"Like. I. Said. I'm not eating peasant food." Jack ran over to Anna.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"Yeah. Just fine. Gallbladder screaming. It's all good. Probably just be bruised," replied Anna, out of breath.
"Wait, is that how your leg-"
"Yes." Jack winced.
"Yep. Didn't like the sound of that after all," he said. He heard a very loud cough coming from the stove, and looked up.
"Excuse me. I'm hungry, and I don't like to be kept waiting for food. It's not very butler-like of you to keep your guests waiting," criticized Elsa, the disdain apparent in her eyes.
"Well, I'm kinda preoccupied with your sister right now, so if y'all would just be patient-" began Jack.
"It's fine," croaked Anna as she slowly stood back up. "Let's go to the supermarket. Elsa, do you want to come?" Elsa groaned.
"Do I have to?" she asked. Anna gave her a stern look, and she relented. "Ugh, fine. Let's go fast, then."
"Alrighty then," said Jack as he turned to Anna. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked. Anna nodded, and they left the house and turned into the garage. After that shocking metamorphosis, they recovered from the experience and entered the garage. Piling into Jack's Chevy Silverado, they set off for the supermarket.
After several moments of listening to the music he had on, Elsa decided to add the most eloquent comment she could.
"What the hell is this crap?"
"Huh?" asked Jack, distracted from his musings.
"What is this?" asked Anna.
"Oh. Y'know, it's Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band. Like a Rock," he answered.
"I don't understand what any of those words mean," replied Elsa.
"Yeah, and I bet you don't know Faith Hill and Tim McGraw either," Jack muttered under his breath.
"You're right, I don't. And I don't care."
"Excuse me?! How could you not care about Faith and Tim?! They are the most beautiful, happy, sexy couple I have ever seen!" Anna mouthed the word "sexy" to Elsa, who shrugged.
"Aren't they getting divorced or something?" asked Anna.
"Lies, I tell ya! LIES!" said Jack, incensed. "It's just those tabloids spreadin' rumors that are malicious and untrue! It's enough to break a man's heart!"
"You're such a drama queen," said Elsa.
"You're one to talk," muttered Anna under her breath.
"Yeah, well I wouldn't expect you to understand," huffed Jack.
"…what is THAT supposed to mean?" asked Elsa.
"HEY HOW ABOUT- ahem, why don't we just focus on the drive?" said Anna nervously. Jack and Elsa both huffed and they all sat in stony silence until they reached their destination. They almost turned into the supermarket, but being more prepared this time, they avoided this change and instead entered the building.
"Alright ladies, let's get crackalackin'!" said Jack, cracking his knuckles. They ventured into the wild jungle known as the modern supermarket, assuming that it would be a quick trip. However, Jack and Anna soon suffered a rude awakening. An awakening by the name of Elsa McQueen.
"I'm not eating that. That stuff is gross. You expect me to eat that commoner gruel? Oh please."
Pot roast, fruit salad, vegetables, veal, chicken soup, duck, and all manner of things you may or may not be able to find in a normal supermarket. It mattered not what sustenance they chose, for the response was all the same. Finally, Jack had had enough.
"Elsa," he said. Elsa didn't bother to look at him.
"What?"
"Why don't we save some time here? Since you've been shootin' down all of our suggestions, how about you just go get whatever you want to eat and we'll buy that? Is that alright with you, Anna?" asked Jack. Anna nodded.
"Fine," said Elsa.
SOME TIME LATER
Elsa stepped out of the supermarket, head held high. Jack and Anna soon followed, arms full of shopping bags that contained ten different varieties of instant noodles.
"Is she always like-" Jack began.
"Yes. Always," replied Anna in a tired voice. They went into Jack's Silverado once more and drove home, with nothing terribly important happening on the ride there.
Once home, Jack and Anna brought in the goods as Elsa supervised.
"Alright, since we're all apparently havin' instant ramen," said Jack, "I think we should all prepare our own since it's simple enough. How's that sound?"
"That sounds fair," said Elsa. "Anna, you make my ramen. I'm going to take a shower."
"Hey, I just said that-"
"Jack, it's fine. I find that just going with the flow is less painful in the short and the long term," said Anna.
"Smart answer, Anna," said Elsa, "not that those come out of your mouth very often." She left the room and went upstairs, and Anna sighed.
"Hey, how about I make her ramen? You do it all the time at your place, and I figure that you deserve a break today," said Jack. Anna smiled.
"Thanks, Jack." After several minutes, the food was prepared and served. Anna and Jack sat down to wait for Elsa. They waited and waited and continued waiting, ordering a platter of waiting with a nice strong side of waiting, some waiting shredded and spread over the top, a tall and quite frosty glass of waiting just waiting to be drunk. Drank? Drunken? Whatever, we aren't here to discuss the intricacies of the English language.
"What's takin' her so long?" asked Jack.
"She normally takes this amount of time," said Anna. "She's been in there for half an hour, give it maybe ten minutes to another hour and she'll be out." Jack whistled.
"That is a mighty long time, and to be honest, it's a tad bit unacceptable. We try our best to save water in this house, considering the drought and all," he said.
"Well, unless you want the queen's mighty wrath to crack down on you, or rather me, like the heat of a thousand suns, it better get acceptable real fast," she replied, wincing. Jack rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
"Well, alrighty then. Either way, we should probably eat now. Instant ramen isn't very good at all when it's cold," said Jack.
"We should probably keep Elsa's on low heat on the stove so that it doesn't cool down," suggested Anna. Jack sat up and did so, then sat back down to eat.
About half an hour later, they heard stomping from the direction of the stairs, and they braced themselves for impact. Elsa walked into the kitchen, a scowl on her face.
"Where is the food?" she asked, noticing that Anna and Jack's plates were bare.
"We went ahead and ate so that we wouldn't have to eat cold soup," said Jack. Elsa's left eyelid twitched.
"You. Ate. Without me?" she asked quietly.
"Y-yes but we put your soup on the stove so that it wouldn't get cold!" said Anna quickly. Elsa seemed to calm down, and as she walked to the stove to inspect her soup, she smacked Anna upside the head.
"Hey!" said Jack, but Anna gave him a severe look.
"Don't say anything or she might elbow me in the gallbladder!" Jack gulped and he nodded.
"Serve me," said Elsa, standing by the stove. Anna scrambled to her feet but Jack put a hand on her shoulder.
"No Anna, you stay put. I'll serve her, you deserve a break today." Jack walked over and poured the soup into a bowl, setting it on the table. Elsa then held out her hand expectantly.
There was a rather long period of awkward silence.
"What am I lookin' at here?" asked Jack. Anna rushed over, opened a drawer, pulled out a fork, and put it in Elsa's hand. Not necessarily in that order. Elsa then sat down and began to eat.
After a few minutes, Jack cleared his throat.
"Alright girls, we rested up today but our real responsibilities start tomorrow! We gotta go inspect the crops, make sure the irrigation system is workin' all right, feed the animals, take 'em out of their enclosures to let 'em run around a bit, and a lot more that I'll cover tomorrow. To do that, we gotta wake up at 5:30 A.M., so I want you both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before the sun comes up!" There was a rather large sound, reminiscent of someone dropping a fork and staring incredulously at the last person who spoke. Huh. It's rather odd how that last bit can make a sound, isn't it?
"Ex. Cuse. Me?" punctuated Elsa, staring at Jack. "I am NOT getting up at 5:30 in the morning." Jack laughed a surprisingly cruel laugh.
"Oh ho ho, Elsa, you don't have a choice," he said, somewhat ominously.
"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Elsa.
"Oh, you'll find out come 5 o' clock tomorrow morning…" he replied, much more ominously this time around.
She gulped loudly, clenching the fork with a trembling hand. She could sense something stirring up in her, something cold and unyielding.
For the first time in her life, Elsa McQueen felt fear.
Hey everybody, sorry for the really long wait. First of all, allow me to apologize for my bare faced lie; I said I would update this weekly and it's been...why are they staring OH MY GOD I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T HURT ME
Anyway, college caught up to me really quickly over the past few months, but now that I'm on summer break I should be able to update more frequently. I won't venture to say that it'll be weekly, but I will definitely update much more often than every 3 months. Thank you for flying Air Jelsa. Mind the trays and remember, the motion sickness bags are located underneath your seat. Have a safe flight.