Jack sat cross-legged on the chair by the window. After figuring out whose room this was, he didn't feel comfortable touching anything. Elsa was being exceptionally kind by letting him stay here, and he really didn't want to jeopardize it.
He sat silently and watched over Arendelle, which was a very beautiful place. Almost as beautiful as the queen herself.
He stiffened slightly at that thought. Where in the world did that come from? he mused to himself, surprised by his own thinking. Sure, Elsa was an extremely attractive young woman, but that didn't mean he had to comment on it - even if it was in the privacy of his own mind.
He let out a mixture of a sigh and a chuckle at his own foolishness - he shouldn't be thinking about how hot the queen was; he needed to figure out how to get back home.
Jack glanced up at the moon longingly. "Do you know who I am?" he asked breathlessly. He wasn't sure whether or not the moon could sense his guardianship, or if he was looked at as just another lost spirit.
A sudden crash from the hall disrupted his musing and he whipped his head around to stare at the door. He could make out the sound of boots pounding against the floor, with a faint pitter-patter trailing behind. Curious, he rose from his seat and towards the door.
Pressing his ear against it, he managed to hear the muffled voices of a man and woman.
Ignoring his better judgement, he slowly opened the door a crack to hear better, and maybe get a look at whoever was talking.
"Well, I'm glad you let me know you're safe, but you know how Elsa feels about these late-night visits!" the recognizable voice of the princess whispered.
Jack poked his head out in the hall cautiously, though he knew he couldn't be seen. He saw Anna standing in her doorway down the hall with her arms folded across her chest and her brows furrowed. Next to her was a large, blonde guy with a kind smile. He began speaking.
"I'm sorry - I just know that you worry about me, and you wouldn't have slept at all if you didn't know I was okay," he replied gently.
The princess couldn't contain her smile, and she reached out to hug the man. "Oh, Kristoff," she laughed, burying her face in his chest.
He laughed as well, wrapping his arms around her small frame.
Jack arched a brow in amusement. So this was the princess's fiancé. He certainly wasn't royalty - that much Jack could tell. He looked like a working man, and wasn't handsome in the traditional sense, but was by no means ugly.
"How adorable," he mused to himself as the couple broke apart and looked down the hall opposite of him. Following their gaze, Jack noticed that a large vase had been knocked down, which was probably the source of the crash he heard earlier.
"I'm surprised that didn't wake your sister," Kristoff admitted.
"It looked like it did wake your guest, though!" a new voice exclaimed.
Jack stiffened as he finally noticed the small snowman standing beside the couple.
The small talking snowman.
That could see him.
"What guest?" Anna asked in bewilderment, looking around the hall. "What are you talking about, Olaf?"
The snowman, who Jack presumed to be Olaf, opened his mouth to respond, but the opening of Elsa's door silenced him.
"How many visitors are you expecting tonight, Anna?" the queen asked tiredly, but still with an air of authority.
The princess smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Elsa! He was just letting me know he got back safely."
"We didn't mean to wake you," Kristoff insisted with a bow of his head.
"Or your guest!" Olaf added, pointing down the hall towards Jack.
Elsa's eyes widened at the sight of the Winter Spirit. She opened her mouth to say something, but her sister interrupted.
"What guest?" she repeated, giving the snowman a quizzical look.
Olaf returned her gaze with a confused expression of his own. "That man over there," he replied, again pointing with his little twig finger.
The princess and her fiancé shared a worried look, before turning their attention to the queen.
"Elsa?" Anna asked skeptically. "Is Olaf okay?"
The snowman rolled his eyes fondly. "I'm right here, Anna!" he laughed, before a fearful look passed over his face. "Unless you can't see me either! Sir, are you a ghost?" he called down to Jack. "Am I a ghost?"
Jack tilted his head in confusion - the snowman was half-right, but how he could see the pale boy was a mystery.
"You're not a ghost, Olaf," Elsa replied soothingly, finally finding her voice. She quickly gave the white-haired boy a pointed look.
He smiled sheepishly as he ducked back into the room, though he left the door ajar.
"Then who is - " the snowman began, before staring at the empty space where Jack once was. "Where did he go?"
Elsa gave her creation a small smile. "I'm sure you're tired after helping Kristoff all day - how about you go see Sven? He's down in the ballroom."
Olaf's confusion instantly turned to excitement as he raced down the hall towards the stairs. "Oh, I just love the ballroom! With the dancing, and the reindeer!" he cheered, the pitter-patter of his little feet fading.
The queen smiled after him, before turning her attention back to the couple. "I am also relieved that you have returned safely, but it is the middle of the night," Elsa replied coolly.
Kristoff gave her a nervous smile. "O-of course, Queen Elsa - I will be on my way."
Anna quickly stood on her tiptoes and gave her fiancé a quick kiss. "I'll see you in the morning?" she whispered.
"Of course," he replied softly.
Elsa clicked her tongue impatiently, knocking the lovebirds out of their little world.
"R-right," the tall blonde stuttered, his face turning red. "Goodnight." And with that, he swiftly made his way down the hall, setting the vase back up as he passed it.
The queen then directed her attention on her little sister, who rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Alright, alright! I get it - you're mad. Please don't give me that look," she groaned.
Elsa stifled a giggle at her sister's childish display. "Go to bed, Anna," she smirked.
Anna let out another groan as she marched back into her room and shut the door behind her, muttering under her breath.
The queen was still smiling, until a white-haired head poked back into the hall. She turned to give her guest a disapproving look.
"Sorry," Jack whispered sheepishly, uncertain if any other snow-person was going to hear him.
Elsa sighed heavily, before mouthing the word "goodnight" and returning to her room.
Jack gave a slight chuckle as he did the same, closing the door gently and making his way back to the window. He stared up at the moon again, his smile slowly fading.
"Am I just a ghost now?" he whispered as he set his hand against the glass, which immediately became covered in frost.
So I have some actual free time, so hopefully I'll be able to get another chapter up later today! Thank you for reading!
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