Frisky Fame Part 4

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Frozen is owned by Disney and Rise of the Guardians is owned by DreamWorks. Nuff said.

Jack Frost had already gone through almost all of his emotions in just the first thirty minutes of the interview. He walked into this never thinking he'd be concerned for Elsa again, but she always did surprise him. From the moment she got up to the moment he caught her fallen body in his arms, he'd been watching her every move, studying what about her was wrong.

Now he was sitting beside her sister in the ambulance. The only reason he was allowed to hop in was he was famous and the paramedics said he could possibly be needed at the hospital. Nobody understood that, but they didn't have time to question them.

From what he could tell, she was very much stable now in the bumpy ambulance. Anna had insisted she didn't need a doctor, that her vitals were all fine, but Jack had been adamant about this. There was some reason she fainted. After all, it wouldn't put a damper in her wallet either. He wanted everything to be perfectly fine with Elsa.

He knew he needed to stop feeling like this. It'd been a month since she'd broken up with him. It wasn't his fault, though. Elsa said out of the blue that they were breaking up. She didn't give a hint as to why, except that Jack was to blame.

Jack sighed and twiddled with her fingers, wrapping his between hers. He missed this girl more than he ever feared he would. He'd fallen completely for her. She ruined his life. He'd tried to move on, tried really hard. But every morning after sleeping with a random girl, no matter how beautiful she was, he felt empty. He felt alone and sad and wistful of when he didn't have to find a way to escape the needy chick, of when he didn't have to wash the sheets alone, of when he could wake up to bright blue eyes that came along with a mischievous yet brilliant smile.

He ever tried dating again, but that was a train wreck. Let's just say he'd never let North's granddaughters set him up again. In fact, he banned them from intervening with his love life in general. He'd already been hesitant, hence why Elsa never met the twins. They loved been a part of his life, think they were his second and third sisters. Jack sometimes wondered if they were still jealous of Sarah, his actual sister, who'd met Elsa multiple times.

"This is your fault," Anna huffed, blowing her bangs from her face. "You just had to go and ruin your relationship."

Jack's interest piqued. Despite the insult, he saw some hope. "You know what I did? Anna, tell me. I need to fix this."

Anna whirled on him. "Fix this? Jack, she came to me bawling her eyes out. She wouldn't say a word, not one, but I could guess. You disgust me. I can't believe – I'm a horrible sister for making her do this stupid interview. I just thought that maybe she could see you for the horrible piece of scum you are and stop being hung up on you."

Jack always knew Anna didn't like the two of them together. She'd originally blamed him for the two interviews Elsa walked out on, which she had to pull a ton of strings to make up for. Then their relationship put a bad name on Elsa of course. It was another reason, Jack assumed, she wanted them to do the interview. Anna didn't want people thinking Elsa was a slut.

"Anna, I swear, I didn't do anything. You said you could guess. What did you think I did?" Jack released Elsa's hand and gripped Anna's in earnest. She tore away from him with a sneer.

"You obviously cheated on her. I can see it in the way she looks at you, like your something she'll always desire but never can have because it hurts. It hurts her, being around you does. And that makes me sick – it literally made Elsa sick!" Anna took hold of her sister's hand so Jack couldn't.

He frowned in confusion. How could Anna think that? Did Elsa think that? It would explain why she broke up with him suddenly. Elsa wasn't one to stick around when things got messy. He learned that when they went to the beach and the paparazzi photographed her bikini slip while playing in the ocean. Jack got the picture confiscated, though he kept one copy for himself, but Elsa was already long gone to their hotel room, freaking out.

"Anna, I would never, ever, do that to anyone, let alone Elsa! You have to believe me," He grabbed her hands again. She tried to squirm out of his grip, but he wasn't giving up. If Elsa thought this, he couldn't imagine the pain she'd been going through all month. He was slightly hurt that she'd think he'd do that to her, but he could deal with that later. He needed Elsa to know the truth, if that was the problem.

"Why should I?" Anna scoffed. "I believe in true love, Jack. And your and Elsa's was anything but true. No real love story starts out by sex. You didn't value Elsa enough to wait twelve hours, so why would you value her enough to be exclusive? You're a cocky playboy, and Elsa can do much better."

"Don't you think I know that? It's why I'm fighting so damn hard. She's so incredible and I'm about to lose her for something I didn't do. Not to mention, if we part like this, it will kill her more than me. She'll never trust the male species again. She'll grow old, bouncing from man to man, abandoning the family she has, and never filling the hole in her heart, always staying like she is; empty and depressed."

Anna stared at him, lulling over his words. She squinted in confusion. "How would you know that?" She whispered after a long time of thinking. Jack stared back at her, done with his time of words.

"Because," coughed the girl lying on the stretcher, "his parents divorced when his dad cheated on his mom…I forgot. Jack was only…only thirteen."

"Elsa!" Anna gasped, forgetting the topic at hand. She gave her what could barely pass for a hug.

"Excuse us, ma'am," the paramedic gently shoved Anna off Elsa so he could get a look at the girl.

"Did he just call me ma'am?" Anna gaped. "Excuse you, but I am a young miss!"

The guy looked up like a deer in the headlights. "I'm sorry, Miss," he muttered.

"That's better. I'm Anna, by the way," she held out her hand to shake. He looked surprised and glanced at Jack, who shrugged. After they shook hands, she finally asked what Jack was about to. "How is she?"

"She is feeling fine and is wondering why she's in an ambulance," Elsa emphasized the fact that she was here and awake. Anna pointed to Jack.

"You aren't fine. There's a reason you passed out, even if it is just stress," Jack insisted and looked at the medic.

"You'll have to consult a doctor. She was stable the entire time. Speaking of which…" He trailed off as the vehicle stopped. The doors opened Elsa was taken into the hospital. Jack walked alongside the stretcher, listening to Elsa complain about how she could walk. Anna said she'd catch up, that she needed to 'give this medic a lesson on the difference between miss and ma'am and missus.' Jack would never understand the upbeat sister.

Elsa was placed in a private room due to her fame. Oddly enough, she let Jack accompany her inside the room. "Since you are stable, the doctor will be with you as soon as he can. Call us if something happens," the nurse said once she got an I.V. line in Elsa, which pumped the girl full of fluids. "Change into this, as well."

Jack took the gown and closed the door behind her. He looked at the bed where Elsa sat Indian style. He sat beside her and debated what to say. She beat him to the punch line. "Can I have my gown please?"

Jack had almost forgotten she was only in her skirt and bra having left her shirt at the interview station. "Of course," Jack handed her the grown. She tried to stand but got a dizzy. Without a word, he undid the zipper of her skirt and steadied the girl at the same time. She hurried to put the grown over her body, looking untrusting at Jack once she settled back on the bed.

"Elsa,"

"I think I puked on your shoes. The smell – I'm going to vomit again." And she was correct. Just as Jack thrust the vomit bucket under her face, she hacked again and again, but nothing came out. She'd already emptied her stomach. Jack quickly disposed of his shoes in the bathroom's trash. When he turned around, the doctor was in the room.

"Elsa Winters?" Elsa nodded. "Hi, I'm Dr. Bulda, but you can just call me Bulda. So what seems to be the problem?"

"Nothing," Elsa crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Jack chuckled a bit and stood behind Elsa, a hand on her shoulder.

"She vomited and passed out earlier today during an interview."

Bulda seemed to regard him for the first time. She smiled warmly between them. "Who are you?"

"Her-,"

"Boyfriend," Elsa sighed, like those words truly hurt her to say. Jack, who was behind her, frowned in confusion. "Can he stay, please? I think my sister deserted me to flirt with a paramedic."

Bulda chuckled. "My son is a paramedic," she said absentmindedly as she reviewed the charts. "Elsa, how have you been feeling the past couple of days? Anything weird?"

She shrugged. "I thought I was sick. I've thrown up a couple of times, but I thought it was just a virus. I was just stressed out today."

"Oh? Why?" Bulda asked as she did a basic checkup on Elsa.

Elsa looked between Bulda and Jack and sighed. "Him."

"Ah, I see," Bulda laughed, a twinkle in her eye. She finished up the check up with little concern. "Can you answer some basic questions for me? They get personal." Elsa nodded. Jack took a seat beside Elsa now that his concern for her wellbeing was being taken care of. She subconsciously leaned into his side. Surprised at the sudden affection, or communication to him in general, Jack slipped his hand around her waist and supported her weight. "How much have you been eating lately?"

"A decent amount, until I started getting sick. Then most foods disgusted me," Elsa yawned. Jack brushed through her hair, undoing the braid.

"When was your last menstrual cycle, dear?"

"Um, what's today?"

"The 7th of October," Jack offered.

She thought for a moment. "Like…August 26th. Oh…that's a little late."

"It is," Bulda noted. "Is there any way you could be pregnant?"

Elsa straightened at this. She looked at Jack, who looked just as surprised as she was at the question. They shook their heads at the same time. "No…the last time we had sex was…" Elsa looked for help. Jack thought on it.

"Er, September 5th. No, 6th…no 7th…yes, 7th." Jack finally decided on that one. Elsa took a moment to agree. Bulda was blushing. "But we used a condom, right?"

"Right," Elsa said.

"Right." Jack said, puzzled. He had a hard time remembering. "I think we did. We were both a little tipsy."

"More than tipsy," Elsa giggled tiredly.

Bulda looked between the two; pen at the ready. "I think we'd better get a blood test, just to be sure."

"What? My boobs aren't even bigger!" Elsa grew alert at the idea of her being pregnant. That would definitely mix things up. She held open her gown to look down her shirt. Jack looked at said boobs, too, and grew very pale. Elsa noticed. "What? What, Jack, what?"

"Your boobs are huge compared to the last time I saw them, Elsa," Jack gulped. He knew it then and there. She was definitely pregnant. It made too much sense. The vomiting, the fainting, the boobs, and she had the pregnancy glow; except he was pretty sure she always had some sort of moonlit glow going on.

"Doesn't mean anything," Elsa gripped Jack's arm for dear life. It felt like she was keeping him here just so he wouldn't run away from her and her child. Considering she looked to him for the date they last had sex, he'd be the father. Well, damn. That was unexpected. "Boobs can grow. Like you said, it's been a month since -,"

"Let me just draw up a blood test. Just for the two of you, I'll rush the labs," Bulda said. She called in a nurse, who went to work on getting the blood. Elsa got lightheaded again since she still hadn't eaten. "I suggest going down to the cafeteria and getting a bite to eat. This late at night, the labs will be backed up."

So that's what Jack did. He grabbed some food and brought it back upstairs to Elsa. She sat on the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, eyes half closed. Jack knocked on the door before pulled it closed behind him. She barely acknowledged his presence, even when he sat the food right in front of her. Jack did the one thing that used to work, but that was when she liked him.

He climbed behind her on the bed and stretched his legs out beside her. Elsa leaned into his chest before he even had his arms around her. She was crying, that much he knew. He just didn't know if it was over the fact that she was probably pregnant or that she still thought he slept with somebody else.

"Did you think I cheated on you, Elsa?" Jack asked. "Was that why you wouldn't speak to me for a month?"

"No," Elsa mumbled and sniffled. She rubbed her face into her shoulder, though Jack wondered if she was rubbing her snot there as well. "I didn't speak to you because it physically hurt to look or touch you once I knew you cheated on me with two girls."

"Elsa, I swear on my life you are the only girl I was with. You are the only girl I ever want to be with. I'd never throw away what we have for something as little as pleasure."

"Pleasure can go a long way, Jack. It's how we started. And it's how we ended," Elsa shuddered, sitting up again so her bleary eyes could look him over.

"Elsa, please believe me. I never would want to hurt you like that. I love you," Jack said, but she flinched at those words. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"I saw you," she mumbled so quietly it was hardly heard.

"What-?"

"I saw you! I came home to our loft to see two little blondes – not even platinum, by the way – standing in our kitchen, smiling at you, with most of their clothes off. Jack, you can stop denying it. I won't believe you! I think I know what after sex flirting looks like."

Jack wracked his brain. He'd thought long and hard about everything he did the day she'd thrown him out of the loft. He couldn't understand where she'd thought he did something bad. Now that cheating was being thrown around, he understood exactly what she thought she saw.

"No! I could kill those two…" Jack mumbled under his breath. He groaned and ran a hand through his white locks. "You heard me mention my godfather's twin granddaughters, right? They are sister to me. We went for a swim in the Jacuzzi. They were in their swimsuits, not lingerie. We were waiting for you to come home so you could meet them and they got bored. Elsa – they are seventeen!"

. . .

Elsa knew few things in this very moment. One was that Jack seemed very, very desperate. Another was that she could no longer run like her whole body was telling her to. Lastly was that she was still madly in love with Jack Frost. The way he held her made the whole pregnancy situation seem like bliss. He was kind enough to bring food up to her. Hell – was he crying? Dear God, she loved this man. He was crying for her.

What did she ever do to deserve him? She knew she was pretty. She knew she could act. She had some sense of the world. Sure, she was more or less whole. Did she deserve this man? One would say she did, but didn't everyone deserve a man like him? Nobody should be treated any less. Nobody should be cheated on for something as small as a little pleasure. Nobody should be abused, deemed less than trash, or left on the street with a baby growing in her stomach. Nobody should be used like property. Everyone was worth something. Everyone should be treated as an equal because that's what he or she was. Girls and guys, colored and whites, old people and young people: they all were different, yes that was true, but only to a slim degree, and they all excelled in the same or different things, so much so that it all equaled out if you added it up.

Elsa deserved him, but so did everyone else. She was just lucky enough to be one of those women who found a good guy before things got too late.

"Well…even if you were a cheater, you wouldn't be a pedophile," Elsa couldn't look at Jack. She felt dumb for even imagining it. They were basically his sisters! That was disgusting. She could have been spared so many late nights, so many crying fits, so much heartbreak. "I'm sorry, Jack. I should have talked to you sooner."

"I really would have preferred that," Jack laughed, a true, happy laugh of relief. "You believe, me right? You're not just giving in, right?"

Elsa smiled slightly, one that was free of stress. "I believe you, Jack."

"No, not good enough," he pulled out his phone and searched through the contacts a bit. Elsa, who was growing more tired by the second, picked at the roll he'd brought up. She scooted back into his chest, welcoming the familiar scent that accompanied him. She sighed happily, tiredly, but happily. She watched with low curiosity as his phone rang. Jack's face popped up in a small little corner, but he held it at an angle that hid Elsa's face while two girls took up most of the screen. They weren't just any girls – they were the girls: the two blonde chicks she'd seen walking out of her loft. Instinctively, she tensed. "Brittney and Bailey, what did we do the last time you came over to my old apartment?"

They looked at each other and shrugged before the one on the left answered. "We ate some sushi and swam in the hot tub, right? Then we left and Elsa dumped you."

"Dumped you like trash," the other concluded, nodding.

"On a Tuesday."

Jack narrowed his eyes, sending them his signature 'piss off' glare. Elsa giggled, covering her mouth to keep from spitting out her bread.

"Who's that?" the left asked.

"Jack, we told you, going through girl after girl doesn't mean you're over Elsa." The right groaned.

"It only makes it more obvious," Lefty had a slightly higher pitched voice. Her hair also parted in the middle while the one on the right had bangs. Elsa looked back at Jack and grinned, tilting the camera down so she was also in view. Both girls gasped.

"So does this mean I need to get him an STD test before we consummate our relationship?" Elsa asked eyes tired but also giddy with happy relief. He'd been caught up on her the entire time.

"Elsa?"

"What?"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Bye girls," Jack waved and ended the call. He looked down at Elsa, a smile playing on his lips, curious to see if he was allowed to show it. She turned and wrapped her arms around his torso, inhaling his scent. "You've just made their day."

"Did I?" Elsa pretended to be shocked, but her eyes were still closed, still remembering the moment. "Hey, Jack?" He looked down to her and she opened her eyes, smiling widely now. This time, it reached her blue orbs. "I love you, too."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, pulled Elsa even closer to his chest. "I've missed you." She felt a spark, one that reminded her of their first kiss together. He did it all to get away. Now he did it to stay.

"So…I'm pregnant," she stated. "I think we both know that test is coming back positive."

"Yeah, we do," Jack sighed, rubbing her arms up and down. "I'm here with you either way, but the baby is mine, right?"

Elsa sniggered and looked at him with an impish grin. "Yes, I'm not some weirdo who deals with heartbreak by sleeping with half the city."

"Hey! That weirdo happens to be right here," Jack growled, pressing his lips to hers again. Elsa couldn't blame him. She'd missed that so.

"Seriously though, you are getting an STD test," Elsa pointed a finger at him. Jack nodded guiltily.

The door burst open with one furious Anna and one annoyed nurse. The two spoke at the same time:

"I'm sorry, she stole the tests from my hand!"

"YOU IMPREGNANTED MY SISTER?"

Jack and Elsa joined together for a chorus of laughter.

A/N: So that was it. I really liked this Jelsa banter. Who would like a look into their months leading up to the pregnancy life? Or a possible look into this bedroom life? I'm not sure, but for now I'd say this is over. But if I see enough love (reviews, favorites, etc.) I could consider it.

Thanks for reading!