*************AUTHOR'S NOTE************

Friendly reminder that I rewrote Chapter 7, so the story has changed. If your haven't read the new version, go back and read it before continuing to Chapter 8. Thank you for your support!

"Fine."

No.

It wasn't fine. Nothing was fine anymore, not for Jack.

-Yesterday-

Jack sat on the tree branch, his legs dangling from the height.

He heard her coming, her footsteps crunching the snow beneath her feet. He felt the tree sway from side to side as she made her way up the tree. Looking down, he could see the snow falling from various nooks and crannies to the ground.

"What now?" he asked.

Miss Fortune adjusted herself on the branch, making herself comfortable. "You know you cannot intervene, Jack."

"I know," Jack said, yet to make eye contact.

"So why did you try?"

Jack turned his head to face her. "She deserves to be happy, just like everyone else does."

"Jack," Fortune sighed, "We've had this conversation before. Everyone has to earn their happiness. You don't deserve it if you haven't worked for it."

Jack was silent. He had heard this before.

"She doesn't deserve it yet. She hasn't worked for it."

"I guess that makes sense," Jack said.

"You know it does. And I'm nothing if not logical, Jack," Fortune replied, satisfied. "I'll be more than happy to bow out of her life, once she earns her happiness. Now leave me to my work and her to hers. Don't interfere."

"But-"

"She must learn to control her powers on her own. You cannot help her," Fortune chided.

"I understand," Jack sighed.

"All right. Off you go then."

"Fine."

An eerie silence. Elsa's piercing gaze was making Jack uncomfortable, and he wished he had never come.

Jack swallowed, avoided her gaze, and shifted uneasily in his seat, which now seemed just a bit too cold.

She couldn't keep looking at him like this. She saw how awkward he felt with her looking at him with such disdain, and, try as she might, despite her anger, that look was fading.

Elsa couldn't hold her gaze. Her blue eyes were too playful to hold an icy stare. Such irony, she thought as her look softened and the smile she had been hiding began to show itself.