A/N Well, I have to say, I'm a little disappointed that nobody left a review. I was really hoping to hear some feedback. However, despite slight discouragement, I will continue writing for myself, if not for an audience. Anyways, for those of you who have favorited this, thank you! I'm sorry it has been a while since I have updated, so here it is. (:
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Chapter 2
12 years later
Jack POV
"Would you just look at the beauty of it?" Jack asked, gazing at the calm sea. Hiccup, Jack's best friend and first mate, just nodded. "You can see a thousand miles and then some. So much majesty." The sea had always been Jack's escape. He loved it above all else and the rush he felt while sailing was a high he knew he could never get enough of. Hiccup chuckled. Jack turned to him. Normally, his brown haired friend was not quiet. "Hic, you okay?"
"Who, me? Yea, I'm fine. Just thinking." He really was thinking, but he did not know if he was okay. At twenty-five years old, one year Jack's senior, Hiccup found himself growing more and more lonely with each new day.
"About what?"
"Jack, I want a girl" This shocked the white haired man. His blue eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "A what?"
"A girl Jack. A bride. I want to get married." Hiccup looked at Jack. He instantly knew the man was not comprehending. "Jack, please. Help me. I'm begging you."
"O-okay…Do you have one in mind?" Jack was still attempting to process his friend's request. They had never been the settling kind. They both had decided they would rather be sailing the world, with the freedom to be doing whatever they pleased than being tied down for the rest of their lives, being miserable all the while. "Well, actually, I do," Hiccup replied. "She's going to be difficult to persuade however." Jack grinned devilishly. "I'm always up for a challenge," he said with a laugh.
Elsa POV
The only thing Elsa could do was stare at her hand. There, perched atop her thin finger sat a large, shimmery stone, framed by smaller ones that were just as beautiful as their big counterpart. It was a beautiful band, delicately flawless. She knew Hans had spent hours searching for the perfect ring to symbolize their engagement. Elsa knew a ring wouldn't have made a difference anyway. She was betrothed to him, and rightfully so. He was the son of a lord, wealthy, and his father happened to be the commander-in-chief of Arendelle's massive military. He was definitely a catch. Girls swooned over the handsome redhead, just as she was doted upon by the country's male population. She was still uncertain about the arrangement though. Tonight, at the ceremony, their engagement was to be made official. Hans would be walking away with two prizes: Elsa as his official bride and the title of Commander-in Chief, handed down by his father.
Deciding she should get ready for the party, Elsa got up and walked to her closet. She scanned the racks, looking for the perfect dress. She settled on a navy blue number, with a fitted bodice and a long ball gown skirt and trimmed by white pearls at the neckline and waist. The dress was a gift from her father, and it made Elsa look like a million dollars. She slid on a pair of navy heels and did her hair in a simple up do and put a pearl necklace and earring set. She looked in the mirror. It'll have to do, she thought. She applied a bit of makeup and hurried down stairs to meet Anna.
"Elsa, you look beautiful!" Anna exclaimed and Elsa blushed. "You as well, Anna." They linked arms and went to the party. There, Elsa was greeted by a ravishing Hans, who offered her an arm and a kiss on the forehead. "Hello my dear, you look rather radiant tonight," he said with a smile. Her tense demeanor relaxed a bit and he led her to the dancefloor. While dancing, Elsa caught a glance at her ring. She felt a flood of uneasiness. Sure, Hans was a well-mannered gentleman, but she was not sure she could love him. Yes, it was true, as much as she wished it so, Elsa did not love Hans. She never had. He loved her however, with the burning passion of a thousand suns. Perhaps it was his touch. Gentle yes, but it never held a spark. She never felt her senses burning at his presence. Maybe these were unrealistic, only to be held in the loves of book characters, but Elsa believed there was someone who could captivate her. However, she was betrothed, so she accepted Hans' proposal. She was soon snapped out of her thoughts by what sounded like a gunshot.
"Where's Elsa Arendelle?" the attackers yelled, "hand her over and no harm will come." Instinctively, Hans jumped in front of her. "Come forth Elsa," one attacker said as he pointed to one of his colleagues. Elsa's head turned in the direction of the gesture to see her father, the king, in the firm grasp of a pirate. Her first instinct was to scream, but she held her tongue. "I'll give you five seconds to come forth." The first pirate began counting.
5
She felt Hans tighten his grip on her as she stayed there, motionless.
4
She looked back over to the man holding her father hostage. He now had a dagger drawn and was lowering it closer toward the neck of King Adgar.
3
Closer.
2
Closer.
1
Elsa clenched her jaw. Then, rather impulsively she shouted, "Take me! I'm right here! Let my father go!" The man immediately let the man go and made his way to Elsa. The king had begun to cry and plead them not to take his beloved daughter. Hans still lingered over her, but was rendered useless when Elsa side-stepped him and walked towards her captor. "Way to ruin a party," Elsa spat audaciously.
"Ooh, he likes 'em feisty,' the prate said as he clamped his hand onto her pale arm. He fired another shot, then turned, and along with his companions and his hostage, took off into the blackness of night.
