Okay, I'll admit that this chapter is completely unnecessary, but I wanted it in here, so i hope you guys get a laugh out of it. Enjoy.

Chapter 17 Not Again

Elsa's POV

I awoke shivering, and tugging at my blankets with one hand, desperately trying to warm up. Warm up? But I never felt the cold like others did! The only time I did was when – oh no. Not again!

What was I supposed to do now? Just sit in my room until it went away? No, Anna said I had to bring my fever down whenever I got sick. Now, how to do that without anyone seeing me would be a problem. I couldn't let anyone know that I was sick again, especially Jack. What if I sneezed? That would be interesting.

Thinking fast, I stepped out of bed and made myself some warmer clothes consisting of sweat pants, a thick sweater and fuzzy socks. I quietly crept down the hall to where I knew the kitchen was, and began searching for the necessary ingredients. Being alive for more than three centuries allowed you to pick up some things from people, including chefs. Pepper was one of the ingredients, however, and I accidentally inhaled some. Horror filled me as the sneeze could not be stopped.

"Ah-ah-ah-choo!"

Three snowgies popped into existence, and dashed out of the kitchen, squeaking the whole way. There would be no hiding from the Guardians now, for once Jack saw the snowgies, he would know they were made by me, and would come looking for me.

Jack's POV

I got up the next morning to something squeaking and banging on my door. Confused, I quickly got dressed and opened it. At first, I couldn't see anything, then I looked down. It was a tiny snowman, with a big grin on its face.

My face brightened in delight as I bent down to its level. "Hey, there, little buddy. Where did you come from? Did Elsa make you?"

Looking down the hall, I saw more coming toward me. Chuckling, I went against the small stream of squeaking snowmen to where they seemed to be coming from. A small, dainty sneeze came from the kitchen, and I opened the door to see Elsa. She was standing by the stove, stirring a pot. She was dressed in heavy clothing, her face bright red. She turned her head and sneezed again, more of the tiny snowmen popping to life. She raised her head and saw me, and I knew that if her face wasn't already red, it would have been so.

I tipped my head. "Elsa, are you okay? What are you doing?"

"Making soup?" she replied.

"Are you sick?" Concern filled every part of my being, and I glanced down at the smiling snow creatures. "What are these?"

"They're snowgies," Elsa responded, looking back to the pot. "I make them when I sneeze."

Laughter bubbled inside me, and though I tried my hardest to tone it down, it came out anyway. "Only you would make life when you're sick, Elsa," I chuckled. "Only you."

She simply stirred the pot as her ears went red in embarrassment.

"Hey, let me take care of that," I said as I stepped up to take the spoon. "And you shouldn't be embarrassed, Snowflake. You simply didn't build a good immune system from being cooped in your room for over a decade. You should get some rest," I suggested. "That will make the cold go away in a jiffy."

Elsa chuckled. "And how would you know that?"

"I was human once too, Snowflake," I reminded her. "I know how the body operates. Do you know how you got sick in the first place?"

Elsa stared at the floor. "Last night."

My hand halted from stirring. "So, it's my fault?" I felt terrible. I meant for us to have a little fun, I didn't mean for Elsa to get sick.

"No!" she exclaimed. "It's not your fault! Like you said, my body doesn't have a good immune system, and so going from warm to cold, then warm again, and cold again so abruptly made me sick. You had nothing to do with it."

"I had some part," I returned. "And now North is going to know something's up when he sees that you're sick."

"He doesn't have to know," Elsa said. "For all he knows, I'm sulking in my room. And I'm sure the cold will be over soon."

"It won't be if you don't get your rest." I picked Elsa up bridal-style, and carried her to her room, lying her on her bed, and pulling the covers around her. "I'll be back with the soup," I told her before flying out of the room.

"Ah-choo!"

Anna peeked out of her room. "What's going on?" Then she spotted a snowgie. "Ah. I'll get dressed and stay with her."

"No, Anna, wait." She did. "Why don't you let me? It's something I can do for her for once."

Anna's smile was understanding. "I see. Well, take care of her, Jack."

I nodded, and went back to the kitchen. The soup was nearly done, and I looked around for something special to serve my Snowflake. I opened the freezer, my face brightening as I found ice cream. It may not have been chocolate, but it was ice cream all the same. I carried the soup on a platter to Elsa's room, knocking on her door before entering.

Snowgies were everywhere, and Elsa seemed to have found a box of tissues. She grinned sheepishly at me. "Hi, Jack. Sorry about the snowgies."

I shrugged. "You can't help them, and besides, I think they're kinda cute!" Elsa giggled, and I set the tray in front of her. "Your soup, madam."

Elsa's POV

Warmth swelled in my heart. Jack was being so kind and caring. And why? Did I matter to him, as much as he mattered to me?

I finished the soup, and Jack took the platter and disappeared down the hall again, returning with a tub of something and two spoons. "What is that?" Jack grinned and set the tub down in front of me. He opened it and I brightened. "Vanilla ice cream!"

"I have heard that it helps when you're sick," he said. "I have no idea why it would, but," he shrugged, "I guess we'd better see if it does. I hope vanilla is okay. It was the only kind in the freezer."

I smiled. "Actually, vanilla is my favourite."

Jack held up the two spoons. "Do you mind if I have some?"

"Not at all!"

We remained like that, eating ice cream and talking and dodging the ice-cream-wanting snowgies, for a long time. But when I began to yawn, Jack immediately went silent, and helped me get cozy again. I watched him pick up our utensils and the ice cream tub before floating to my door.

He smiled, and whispered, "Sweet dreams, Snowflake," before quietly closing the door.

The snowgies seemed to understand that I needed my rest, for they quieted down, and some even snuggled up to me. I gave a tired chuckle, then dropped off to sleep.