Hi guys! Here's another chapter added to the story. This one is actually going to be a two-shot. There is actually going to probably be only two chapters left of this story, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing Jelsa stories ;) I hope you like it! Oh! And yes, only Elsa said "I love you" to Jack in the last chapter, but he did say it to her in earlier chapters in this story so it wasn't necessary for him to say it; she knows he loves her. :)
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I OWN NOTHING; I DO NOT OWN FROZEN OR/AND RISE OF THE GUARDIANS.
"Please?" Elsa pleads with Jack Frost as she bats her long eyelashes at him, "It'd be so much fun!"
"Whatever happened to you being scared of you flying on my back, huh?" Jack says with a small laugh as he lies back on the bed.
"That," She points her finger at him with a small smile, "was before I actually did it. I'm over that fear now. When we were up in the air like that flying… it was… amazing. Why can't we do it again? Now?"
Jack rolls his eyes and nods his head towards the window, "I don't know if you realized it, but don't you see the weather outside? Sure, it's always snowing up here, but look at how strong those winds are! Besides, I think it's going to hail in a little while."
She frowns as she folds her arms across her chest, "So let's fly around before the hail then. Please, Jack? Being up in the air like that… it was incredible. It felt so nice to fly under the stars; I really want to do it again!"
"Elsa, it's dangerous." Jack tries to warn her, but she shakes her head, sitting on the edge of the bed, "It may be dangerous, but you're the Guardian of Fun and Games, this could be a game!"
"What kinda game exactly? Dodge all the hail before it kills you and you die?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, "Any other night, of course I would say yes, but Elsa, tonight's supposed to be really bad."
The Snow Queen sighs, looking away from him with disappointment shining in her usual bright and cheerful eyes. He looks at her and frowns, hating seeing the sad look on her face. "Why do we have to do it tonight exactly?"
"Because," She begins as she glances over at him with a small smile, "it's my birthday."
Jack's eyes widen and his mouth falls open; he was beyond speechless at her sudden comment. His eyebrow slowly goes up and a very confused look crosses his face, "What? Wait, you never told me-"
"I know, but I didn't think it was really important. I mean, what's so special? Another year older, another year older than you while you're stuck at the age of seventeen. Plus, it's just another year that I don't get to celebrate it with my parents or with Anna." Elsa sighs as she shrugs one of her shoulders.
His looks at her with sympathy sparkling in his blue eyes and his hand rests on top of hers, a warm smile on his lips. "Hey, want to go for a ride?"
A beaming smile erasers her frown and forms on her lips as she claps her hands together, clearly excited, "Really?"
"One very quick ride, got that?" He says as he stands up from the bed, stretching, and then grabbing his staff that was leaning against the wall.
She salutes him with a crooked smile as she laughs, "Yes, Sir. Now, let's go!" She snatches his hand and drags him all the way down the ice staircase. She rushes to the front ice doors, swinging them open, and stepping outside, allowing the cold wind to slap across her face.
Once outside the castle made out of solid ice, Elsa climbs onto Jack Frost's back, placing her head in the crook of his neck as she wraps her arms around him tightly, smiling against his skin. "Thank you." She whispers in his ear as he takes off in the air, flying through the night sky.
He smiles and flies slightly below the clouds, having small conversations with her as they fly around, enjoying the peaceful night with only the winds making any noises. He was flying right under the clouds, not wanting to go above them, considering he wasn't planning on taking them too far.
"So, enjoying the ride back there?" He glances over his shoulder to grin at her, "We'll start heading back; the hail should be starting soon."
"Aw, but it's so nice!" Elsa sighs happily, "Thank you for this."
"Anything for the birthday girl." He winks at her and then adds, "Once we get back to the castle I'll-"
Before the Guardian can finish, out of nowhere without any warnings, hail starts pouring out of the clouds, winds begin to grow harsher, and the snow continues to fall quicker than before.
Jack gasps as he feels the hail hit his skin and he hears Elsa try to bite back a cry of pain. "The hail's starting!" He quickly yells over his shoulder and he spins around to start heading back in the direction of the castle. He flies as fast as he can, but the winds are pushing him in every direction then the way he is supposed to go towards.
Fighting against the winds, he tries to fly straight, but the hail starts crashing down on them, making him lose his balance and concentration. Elsa lets out a loud gasp as the combination of the wind and the hail pulls them down, making them fall right out of the sky.
Losing her grip on Jack, Elsa slips off him, falling off his back, and down below back towards the mountain. Jack's eyes widen and he goes to fly towards her as fast as he could before she hits the ground, but the harsh wind pushes him backwards, making him do a back flip in midair and slamming right into a tree.
Elsa's scream is stuck in her throat as she falls right off Jack's back and lets gravity take over. She watches with wide eyes as she starts falling right down below and it feels like the fall is forever when it really is only seconds long. Her body cuts right through the air as she tries using her powers to save her, but it's too late.
Before she even gets a chance to try to save herself or before she has the chance to shout out Jack's name and find out where he is, her body slams down onto the ground. Her head slams right into a rock that's buried under a layer of snow and immediately blood starts trickling down the side of her head. Her body goes numb and she instantly falls into unconsciousness...
Jack groans as he tries to find his way out of the tree, but his limbs are all tangled up with the branches and he is hanging upside down. Blood spills out of his mouth and he can't feel his right ankle.
His vision is blurry as he slips in and out of consciousness while tied up in the tree. His clothes are torn and he can't find the strength or energy to move a muscle. When he tries to lift his arm up, he immediately winces and freezes, not daring to try to move again.
His eyes scan around his surroundings, trying to see if he can spot Elsa anywhere, but she's nowhere to be found. He can feel his eyes beginning to flutter close, but he shakes his head, trying so hard to force them open. He needs to stay awake and he needs to find Elsa...
The hail continues to fall, landing likes rocks on top of Elsa's unconscious and lifeless body; her chest barely lifting and falling to signal she is still alive. She lives, now, buried in snow, only her right leg visible as the rest of her is under a blanket of white powder...
The Guardian of Winter sucks in a deep breath before using all the strength he has left in himself to yank his body out of the tree, earning himself to fall right out of the tree and land on his side roughly.
A groan escapes his lips as he runs a hand through his messy hair, forcing himself to stand up straight. He takes a step forward, but instantly stumbles to the floor; his right ankle trembling in pain with every movement he makes with it.
The hail comes down hard on him and he tries to use his arms to protect his face. He looks around, panic flashing in his piercing blue eyes, "Elsa! Elsa, can you hear me? Elsa! Where are you?" His voice is desperate and shaky- she isn't answering him and he is beginning to worry.
"Elsa? Elsa!" He tries again as he starts crawling when he thinks he spots movement in the distance. He prays that it's Elsa as he makes his way slowly over to her, wincing every time a piece of hail slams against his body.
Jack gasps when he sees a leg sticking out of a pile of snow. He quickly makes his way towards the leg and starts pushing the snow out of his way. He brushes the snow off the body, revealing an unconscious and badly bruised Elsa.
"Thank God you're okay." He mumbles under his breath after checking her pulse and seeing it is still there- barely.
Elsa stays perfectly still in his arms and he begins to worry. "Elsa," He begins, cupping her pale and scratched cheek in his bloody hand, "Elsa, open your eyes. Please… you're going to be okay. Just open your eyes so I know you'll be fine."
Tears begin to form in his eyes when he receives no response. He uses his other hand to hold the back of Elsa's head up, but when his hand touches the back of her head, that's when he feels a warm liquid. He pulls his hand away and he quickly feels like he is going to be sick after seeing his hand stained with her blood.
In the corner of his eye, he can see the rock that is smeared with blood on it. He closes his eyes and mentally curses in his head- she must have slammed her head against the rock after that fall.
"Elsa," He tries again, his body shaking now; he is beginning to seriously panic while she isn't making a single movement or making any sounds, "please, just moan or something. Elsa?"
He looks around- he has to get them out of the hail before either of them receives any more damages than they already have. He lifts her up in his arms, bridal style, and clenches his jaw as he ignores his own pain, and starts dragging his feet through the snow, too weak to fly and with the hail and wind it won't be possible, and heads back to the castle.
In the distance, he can spot the large ice castle, which causes him to start picking up his pace. He holds Elsa's still body tightly in his arms as he hurries back to the ice palace.
The hails starts coming down even harder than before, but just in time, he swings the ice doors open and sprints inside the castle.
Wincing with every movement, he grits his teeth together to forget about his aching ankle and hops up the stairs with Elsa in his arms until he reaches the bedroom. He walks inside and places Elsa gently down on the bed, taking a good look at her bruised face and ripped dress.
"I'm so, so sorry." Jack whispers to her unconscious form as he stands up, going to the bathroom to take a good look at his ankle. Mrs. Claus gave him a first aid kit right before he left there, so, hopefully there is something in there can help him and Elsa.
As he stands up from the bed to head to the bathroom, he hears a quiet moan escape Elsa's lips. His eyes widen and he quickly sits back down on the bed, raising an eyebrow, "Elsa? Can you hear me?"
It takes a while, but eventually Elsa's striking blue eyes open, staring right at the Guardian. She stays silent, her eyes slowly scanning over the room to figure out where she is.
"You're okay. That's good. Very, very good." He chuckles nervously, "How are you feeling?"
She stares at him, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Her hand goes to touch her head, but Jack quickly catches her hand in his. He shakes his head at her and offers her a small smile, "Not a smart choice; don't touch it. I'm sure it still hurts. I'll see if there's anything in the first aid kit to help us, okay?"
When she says nothing, he turns to leave, but right as he is about to fully exit the room, her next question makes his blood run cold and he could have sworn he heard his heart break into two pieces:
"Who… who are you? Who am I?"