It took a while for Jack to stop teasing Elsa over her randomly breaking out in rhyme, even though- in all honesty- his teasing was just a childish way of recovering from how nervous it had made him. She was so flawless at everything, and just being with her made Jack's flaws seem to leap out and slap him across the face. When he was with her, he felt all sorts of inadequate and useless, and the easiest way to distract from his insecurity and anxiety was to distract the light onto Elsa.

Of course, Elsa hadn't noticed his reaction to her song, and was quite unsure as to why he was making fun of her. she felt stupid for ever considering a relationship- of any kind- with someone who she now thought was rather unpleasant, to be honest. On the one hand, she wanted to leave, but on the other hand she knew he was right about being a danger to her sister and the people of her kingdom, and she had spent all her time in her bedroom, so she didn't feel experienced yet to go it alone. So, for now, she would stay with Jack, and hope that soon, he would stop with the petty bullying.

He walked into her ice palace, loudly humming the tune to her song. Frowning, she cast a glare at him, how annoying. Jack stopped his humming. He was starting to think that maybe she wasn't as aware of his playfulness. She hadn't spent as much time with children as he had, and she probably was more used to responding defensively at teasing, rather than laughing along. Maybe he should stop.

Jack had only ever wanted a friend, but the more time he spent with her, the more he noticed how beautiful she was, how adorable her pout was, how much help she needed. Everything about her was perfect, and while he knew the princess was well out of his league, he couldn't exactly help himself. He would quite like to kiss her, or maybe just hold her hand, but of course he wouldn't. Jack, in his dark blue hooded jumper was no match for the elegant young woman in the silver-blue gown, so fine and fierce.

He approached where she was sitting, in a throne of sorts, made from ice with delicate carvings she had made with a dagger as thin as a needle, made from deadly, dark ice. She was sitting with excellent posture, the way she was supposed to sit in the throne destined for her, back in Arendelle. Jack felt the sting of guilt as he saw her. She was a Queen without a Kingdom, and he had taken away any chance of her getting it back.

"Elsa," He said, walking closer to her, "I'm sorry I made fun of you. I was only joking." He smiled at her, trying to let her in on his intentions.

"Well, it wasn't funny." She responded, standing from her throne and walking past Jack, "I never made fun of you for your…" she paused, wishing she had thought of some faults of his before she made her point; she improvised, "Your messy hair, or that hut you made." To be honest though, she liked his hair; it was messy in an endearing way. Where she came from, young men coifed their hair to perfection, and were more concerned with making sure it remained slick all night than pleasant conversation, or their lack of good humour. And, well, while the hut thing had been kind of ridiculous in Elsa's opinion, it had given her confidence when she did better than him, and it was endearing.

Jack didn't seem to realise that she was bluffing, and his hands almost immediately went to attempt to neaten his hair, but too many years of messy to count couldn't be undone with one quick flattening motion. And he had felt quite emasculated when she had beaten him at providing a home, not that he was going to say that out loud.

Elsa was standing at the far wall, her body still as she looked out of an arched hole in the wall, a substitute window.

Jack groaned, "Look, I was only messing about!" he exclaimed, "Why do you have to take it so seriously?"

"Jack…" she murmured quietly, but he ignored her.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, alright?" he said.

Elsa was still as she pursed her lips nervously, "Jack-"

"No, would you please let me speak. I know you're a princess, alright? I know I'm just some common kid with bad hair and poor ice skills. I'm sorry, alright? I'm so-o-o sorry!" he laughed without humour, "What do you want-"

"Jack would you please shut up?" she screamed, "Look!" she pointed out the window.

He moved closer to her, feeling as if he had been put back in his place, like a naughty child. "Oh." He mused, understanding now. There was an auburn haired girl with twin braids; she was slowly approaching the ice staircase. With her was an odd team consisting of a man, a snowman and a reindeer. If Elsa were less terrified she might laugh and make a comment about how Anna was the only person she knew who could enlist such an untraditional team. "I see." He added, unsure what to say.

Elsa swatted his shoulder for being so unhelpful, "Jack! You need to talk to her- tell her to go away!" she cried, "Tell her I don't want to see her!"

"Elsa," he said quietly, "You have to be the one. She won't listen to me. You need to tell her to leave."

Elsa frowned, "I hardly see why I have to do it. She's a princess, she'll be just fine." Elsa looked outside, only to see her sister slipping all over the place as she tried to maneuverer her way up the ice staircase. Elsa groaned, "Fine," she snapped, "I'll tell her to leave." She ran her hands through her hair in quiet distress.

Jack felt bad; maybe he should do it- if she dreaded it so. "Look, Elsa-"

"No. You're right, Jack." her expression evened out to a level smile, her pretty blue eyes nervous, "It should be me."