A/N: Hope everyone is having either a good morning, afternoon, evening, and midnight; it all depends on your time zone. Thanks to the new followers and favourites :) Good motivator. Hope you enjoy the third chapter!
Wanted to quickly explain a few things: Jack Frost's voice actor was Chris Pine, hence in this fiction, his name merged to Jack Pine.
Elsa's voice actor was Idina Menzel; combined to Elsa Menzel.
Han's voice actor was Santino Fontana; Santino Miller.
Elsa wasn't surprised when she read the caller ID to be Jack Pine, she certainly expected the phone call after seeing the intimate photo on Tweeter. The photo made her cheeks flush into a pinky shade.
However, there was an unexpected phone call prior to Jack's incoming. A phone call which made her want to throw the cell either against her newly painted wall or out of her second story building. It caused her to nearly scream with anger and frustration and hidden pain. How long had this man need to play and jostle with her feelings?
The phone call was from her ex-boyfriend, Santino Miller and he was the one who provided her with the highest and the lowest roller coaster rides. Once the spot light dropped on her, everybody was expecting something from her. Except for him, Santino. When he appeared in her life, he was like the sweet boy next door. He always gave her a push when she felt nervous and he fed her confidence and energy just by smiling. Before she could catch up with reality, he took her to place she never knew and made her laugh without an effort.
How stupidly happy was she when he confessed that he wanted to date her? Extremely. Stupidly elated enough to cough up every details about her relationships to her close flock of friends. Over the years, her love continued to burn brightly for Santino while his became cold as ice and bitter than a December winter night.
That wretched night replayed for the millionth time in her mind. The night when she returned from her work in France earlier than everyone expected. She truly wanted to surprise Santino of her early arrival so she had foolishly decided to go to his house without a single warning. Back then, she wasn't famous enough to be granted freedom to drive alone in her car. After she pressed the passcode into the device, the heavy, metallic gates creaked open slowly; how she continued to wish that the gate never opened that night.
Elsa set her car to park and she had noticed that his house was dark, but his car remained parked behind the locked gates. It meant that Santino was home. Back then, she guessed him to be asleep and she cluelessly felt sorry for the damn bastard. She imagined him to be happily snoring in his bed as he had been piled with work. Santino worked just as diligently as her although he was her senior; maybe he worked harder than she did.
Yet when she unlocked the front door of his house, she felt wrong already. She saw romantic candles lights dimly light on the tables. Santino couldn't have lit them for her arrival; he never knew that he would arrive early. She never called him or told anyone that she was taking the flight back home except to her manager. So who were these layouts for?
At the entrance, everything in the world should have stopped moving. There was a pair of five inch, black heels. The last time she checked, she never left a trace of her belongings at his house nor was she dating a cross dresser. Elsa instinctively knew what she would see once she climbed those stairs up to his room. Each step she took felt like a death march to an execution; her blood chilled, a nail was digging into her heart and she was shaking.
She stopped at the end of the hallway and heard a soft, feminine moan coming from his bedroom. Then that familiar, dark chuckle reached her ears. Tears were already streaming from her face and staining her white shirt. Should she barge in his room while screaming? Or should she walk into that room calmly and laugh at the man coldly. She could have always left the house that night, but this question stopped her from running away: how would she react once the reality punched her squarely in the face?
Elsa creaked the door open just like the way her flooding tears barged through the tear ducts. He was lying on his back with a woman mounted on his torso. The unknown woman kissed him hungrily under his chin; they were far too distracted to notice her silently creeping into the room. Their clothes were piled just by his king sized bed. The face he made that night was stamped into her mind until this day.
His eyes were darker than she's ever peered them into and despite the beads of sweat cascading down his visage, he looked vibrant and full of energy. His face looked as if he was drowning in an ocean of sinful pleasure.
However, with a feeble, shaking voice she whispered, "Son of a bitch."
Santino snapped his head to stare at her with horror. He shoved the woman on top of him immediately and stammered her name repeatedly; it no longer sounded right. She hated hearing him call her name. She remembered how she whipped herself around and bolted down the stairs. Her lungs were screaming and begging her to slow down, but her legs carried her faster and faster. She raced and slammed the door shut as she fled from his house.
Elsa forcibly pushed the buttons as she stomped her feet towards her car. She unlocked it and climbed into the vehicle. For the last time she coldly glanced out the window to see Santino tripping towards her.
For the last time, she shed her tears for the man and offered the last sliver of attention. Then she stepped on the accelerated, listened to the tires skidding against the road and the broken sobs from her lips.
Ever since that day, Santino pursued after her- to the extent of joining the Frozen casting. It was perfect how he was dubbed her nemesis on the film. If he didn't play the role of 'Prince Hans', she wouldn't have played out her role with perfection. She wouldn't have won awards for her performances. God, she should have sent him a thank you note for helping her win the award- wait, she did. She thanked him for being such a hateful, horny, rutting being.
During the filming period, it was painful to watch him seduce her 'little sister', Anna. It was equivalent to playing out the night of her break up. It made her more protective of 'Anna' and more furious and vengeful against 'Hans'. Oh, how she wished that she had the ability to freeze things, she would have loved freezing him.
It was so exhausting and agonizing to think about Santino.
Yet her phone continued to buzz next to her. Elsa took a sip of her black tea and picked up the cell. She tried to cool down her whirling emotions and said, "Hello, Jack."
"Um...good evening. Wait. Is it evening wherever you're at? You might not be in the same time zone as me. It's not dawn there, right? I hope I'm not bothering you right now," Jack said hurriedly.
Elsa giggled, it was amazing how Jack's stammering voice could make her giggle in this state.
She greeted back, "It's evening here. Don't worry about it. I'm just relaxing at home. Rare for us, isn't it?"
Jack said, "Yeah...except I didn't imagine that I'd ever need to call you for this particular reason..."
Elsa twirled a strand of her hair with her finger and said, "You mean about that questionable photo?"
The end became silent for half a minute and she frowned and asked, "Are you there?"
Jack said, "Yes, I'm truly sorry about that photo. My nephew decided to pull my tail for fun. He's a ruthless fourteen year old."
Elsa knew what it was like to have nephews and nieces and sighed an "Ahh," knowingly.
He sounded genuinely apologetic and it looked like he didn't know what else to say. Was it wrong for her to love that photo? It seemed like Santino was enraged about it. She was aware that she never took a photo with Jack so it didn't bother her too much. The tabloids could fire and grill whatever rubbish they wanted. They already hounded her before about her relationship.
Elsa flinched as she remembered those days when her yard and her backyard was swarmed with reporters and publishers. They begged to know whatever happened between her and Santino. She never told them so they decided to write out several 'theories' on what happened. Each story hurt her deeply, but never like the way he did.
Shit. She was getting emotional. She gulped a handful of air, but a tear jerked down her cheek. Why the hell was she getting emotional at a time like this?
"...Are you alright?" asked Jack on the other line.
Damn, why did he have to notice that when he wasn't even near where she was. Or was he an actual invisible, winter spirit who was looming outside her window and watching her break down? She quickly glanced out the window and saw the murky clouds hovering over the moon. She was getting ridiculous.
Elsa choked, "Yes, I'm fine."
Shit! Why did she choke it out? She was a renown actress so why couldn't she sound calm and happy now of all times?!
Jack hesitantly said, "You don't sound fine."
He was hesitant to point out the fact, but he wasn't questioning the statement either. Could she lie this one out?
Jack kindly said, "If you aren't feeling too good, you don't need to say anything...well, I could also hang up, but that would be rude, wouldn't it? I doubt you want to talk about it either."
It was kind of him not to rub salt over her old wounds and it was also kind of him to be concerned of her. That kind of attitude helped her relax. Elsa drank from her cup of tea again and honestly breathed, "I'm just having a really tough evening. It feels like I'm reliving a nightmare."
Jack joked, "It looks like Pitch Black strikes again."
Elsa asked, "Pitch Black?"
Jack chuckled and said, "It sounds like someone hasn't really watched the film I starred in."
Damn. He discovered that one, tiny, little lie from the talk show. Still she was quite lucky since he didn't know of the bigger lie. The biggest hardship from Frozen was working decently with Santino. She couldn't slap him silly and kick him in the balls while the crew was around and the best way not to burst like an active volcano was to ignore him like an Ice Queen. Those were dreadful days; off film, he would pursue after her like a lost puppy while on set, he acted like a deceitful, conniving gentleman that he was.
Jack continued, "Pitch Black was the main antagonist, played by the most brilliant actor I've ever met. Pitch Black is the nightmare king who wants to steep the world with darkness and fear. Charming isn't it?"
Elsa laughed along with Jack on the phone and said, "Yes, absolutely charming."
Jack said, "Mhm. It assuring though."
Elsa asked, "What is?"
Jack responded, "Although you're having a difficult evening, you can still laugh. It's a good sign. Still I don't want to push my luck."
Elsa was pleasantly surprised; indeed, she was laughing freely.
Jack advised, "You should get a good night rest. We both know that we don't get enough of them already. Try taking a hot cup of tea before going to bed though, it always helps to relax your body."
Elsa stared at the cup in her hands. Jack Pine was a smart man, he knew how to make a person relax. She drank another hot gulp.
Jack concluded, "I'm really sorry about the photo though. My family and I are planning to pull some strings to fix it up. I just wanted to call to tell you that."
Elsa smiled and said, "No worries. I can also explain it to the media and get some help from the media as well. I'm sure they'll understand."
Jack bid her, "Good night...I hope Pitch Black doesn't haunt you tonight."
Elsa laughed and said, "I hope so too. Good night, Jack."
Elsa smiled as the phone call came to a decisive end and she said, "Rise of the Guardians. I should really watch that movie now."
She opened her laptop and googled: Rise of the Guardians Online Free. On another tab, she peeked at the Fanfiction site she opened the night before.
OTP, huh? She should check out some of the stories on there too. She relaxed back onto the couch and watched the film as it started to play.
Another chapter done. Hope you liked it. Please review your thoughts! Much appreciated. :)
Review Replies:
anotherOUATwriter: hmm about Ben's mother. I came up with her name because I love 'Emma' Watson from HP ;) Morrison came from one of my favourite singers: Matthew Morrison.
JohnTitor: Looks like you are going to love and hate my story. I checked your profile and I'm doing a lot of the things you hate. Sorry bro. I appreciate your review though! Hahaha, sorry that it ended as a cliff hanger, I just needed to do that bit :P Thanks for following.
: Jajaja, sí, los chicos son mucho más infantil y menos maduras que las niñas. Sin embargo, cuando crecemos en los hombres, que tienden a impresionar al womem porque podemos llegar a ser caballeros finos.
Puteri Tina: Yeah, I can't wait to see my nephews enter their teenage years. -_-" ... I have a feeling that I'm going to be a lot like Jack. Thanks for your reviews.
Where's my Feyfa D: ?
-IB