Street: No I'm sorry. I must have read your review wrong or gotten the wrong end of the stick. I was in my lecture when I read it and I was a bit distracted by the lecturer to properly read it (sort of the same thing that happened today when I read your review. I'm sensing a theme here.). Sorry. I agree with you on everything that you were saying in this review though. The Ross and Rachel dilemma is from Friends (basically Rachel gets a new job and works very late and Ross feels as if he doesn't have a girlfriend, also get jealous of a co-worker which annoys Rachel which ends up with them taking a break and Ross sleeps with someone else). You don't need to leave quick reviews. On Jack's secret (you find out in this chapter anyway) I was referring to his snow magic. If you want to say your opinion, say it. I like reading them.

Z: I don't know if you're reading this as you have said goodbye to this story which is something that makes me feel quite sad but I'm gonna go say it stuff anyway. Okay so first off, I now finally get where your coming from (sorry it took me so long but seriously my brain has been destroyed thanks to assignments). I understand now what your say and I agree it was out of character but I feel like that's the drama of it all. Besides I needed something that shows the cracks in their relationship and that fitted the bill. Anyway, if you really are saying goodbye, I will honestly say I will miss reading your reviews. They were fun to read. I would also like to say that emotionally invested is not a bad thing. I myself get emotionally invested in a lot of things. I wasn't actually thinking 'good riddance' I was thinking something more like 'oh no, why this happening?'. So I hope that you don't go.

JackxElsa: I implied that he is both but that will become a bit clearer I hope as the stories progress. About the steak, yeah been there, done that. I'm just glad I'm done with all that.

olimacproductions: Oh it was a website! Now I kinda want to see that joke. Any chance of a resend of some kind? He's the bad guy as shown in this chapter. No I haven't seen TFIOS as I wanted to read the book first which I haven't done either. I like zero time for reading now. That makes me sad.

Patty 4577: Finally! Someone knows my pain! Oh that's awesome, I'm also in my second year. I'm doing a Bachelor of Science though, not Arts. What are you doing in Arts? In answer to your question; the answer is a yes.

Guest: I agree

Chapter 28: A Father-Son Reunion

Anna sat down opposite to where Vincent was sitting. She took out a book and started to read. Well she wasn't really reading. She was too busy focusing on what Vincent was doing. Vincent, in the meantime, was sitting on a chair. He was sitting very stiffly and upright. He hands were folded and legs were tucked tightly together. He looked like he was being very impatient. Anna wondered what he wanted with Jack. Anna had never heard Jack mention a Vincent before. Anna wondered if Elsa knew him and that she just never shared that particular information with her.

Time started to pass, slowly. Anna could see that Vincent was getting more and more iterated as time went by. He started to fidget slightly and he started tapping his foot against the ground. Anna just continued to observe him from over the top of her book.

"How long now?" Vincent barked at her.

"I don't know," Anna said through gritted teeth. "I have no idea where he is so I cannot accurately say when or how it will take for him to come back. You will just have to be patient."

A concept that you seem to be unfamiliar with, Anna added in her head. Vincent scoffed slightly but he remained quiet.

Jack and Elsa were riding back to Arendelle. They were both wearing similes and laughing. They arrived back at the stables where Jack took out his phone. He had turned it off for his date with Elsa. He didn't want anything to disturb the date. He saw his screen light up. He suddenly saw many different notifications. When he checked them he saw that Pippa had tried calling him many times and she had all then tried texting him. All his texts from her were things like 'why aren't you picking up?', 'Jack why on Earth is your phone turned off?' or 'you better hope that a meteorite strike has hit you because there is no reason for you to have your phone off'.

"What's going on?" Elsa had come out of the stables after putting away their horses.

"Pippa tried to contact me all day," Jack said his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"Why?"

"I don't know," Jack said. "I'm going to find out though."

Jack was halfway through dialling Pippa's number when Gerda suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Mr Frost, you have a visitor here to see you," Gerda said.

"Me?" Jack asked sounding quite confused. Why would there be someone here to see him that he didn't know about?

"Yes sir," Gerda said.

Gerda then led a very confused Jack and Elsa back into the castle. They headed inside and Gerda led them into a side room just off the entrance hall. When they entered, Jack stopped dead. Inside was a man that Jack had never expected to see ever again.

Elsa looked from Jack to the man in the room. Judging by the look on Jack's face, he knew that guy and it looked like they didn't have the best of history.

"Your majesty," the man said. "My name is Vincent Frost, it is an honour to meet you."

Frost? Elsa's head was reeling. Did that mean what she thought it meant. She looked from Jack to the man in the room. They did bear a certain similarity.

"Frost?" Elsa said out loud.

"Yes," Vincent said, "and by judging that look on your face, dear Jacky here hasn't told you about me."

"What is there to tell?" Elsa asking, her eyes shifting from Jack to Vincent.

"Vincent here," Jack said through gritted teeth, "is my father."

"Father?" Elsa said.

"Father?" Anna repeated.

"Yes, father," Jack said. He spoke the words as if they were very difficult to get out.

Elsa knew that Jack had some issues with his dad. He had never been too implicit on the details. She knew some things though. She knew that something bad had happened when Jack was around sixteen and Pippa was around ten. This incident was so bad that it caused Mrs Frost to throw Jack's dad out of their house and their lives for good. Elsa never pressed the issue because she knew that Jack would tell her when he was ready. She didn't want to push him too far and get Jack angry.

"What do you want Dad?" Jack asked rather angrily.

"Just some alone time with my son," Vincent said with a very twisted grin appearing on his face.

"Whatever you can say to me, you can say in front of her or her," Jack said nodding to both Elsa and Anna.

"I rather not," Vincent said his smile disappearing.

"It's okay Jack," Elsa said. "Anna and I will go."

Elsa didn't want a fight to happen but she knew that was where this conversation was heading. She and Anna left the room and they shut the door with a small click behind them. They both then headed up the stairs in the direction towards Elsa's bedroom.

"So that's going to be your father-in-law," Anna said to Elsa.

"I don't think the word 'father' can be used to describe that guy," Elsa said. "To me, it feels as if Jack never liked his dad too much."

"Like?" Anna repeated. "I think that's a bit of an understatement. Did you see the look on Jack's face? He hates the guy."

"Yeah, I believe you're right."

They had appeared outside Elsa's bedroom. Elsa opened the door and she flung herself onto her bed while Anna just took a seat on it. Elsa rested her head against the end of her bed and her legs reached out up towards the pillow. Anna sat near the head of the bed looking down at Elsa.

"What do you think happened between the two of them?" Anna asked.

"Beats me if I know," Elsa shrugged.

"Jack didn't tell me?"

"I always figured that he would tell me when he wants to."

"It must have been pretty awful."

"Must have," Elsa agreed.

Jack watched as Elsa and Anna disappeared from the room. As soon as they shut the door behind them, he turned to his dad. He looked him up and down. He didn't know why on Earth his father would show his ugly face here of all places. He thought that his Mum had made it quite clear when she kicked him out. Jack didn't say anything to his father. He just folded his arms and glared at him. His father still had that stupid grin on his face that Jack hated so much. Eventually his father decided to say something.

"So how have you been Jacky boy?" he asked Jack.

"Cut with the crap now Dad," Jack said. "I know you're not here to ask how I've been. You want something, don't you?"

"Always the perceptive one, aren't you Jacky boy?" his father asked him.

"Stop calling me that, I hate that."

His father grinned. "But it's my little special nickname for you."

"Well stop it. It's bloody annoying like you."

"Insulting your father now?"

"I will do as I like," Jack said, "and if I recall you didn't answer my question from before; what do you want?"

"I need a favour," his father said.

"What kind of favour?" Jack asked his eyes narrowing.

"Let's just say there's a few friends back home that aren't too happy with me at the moment."

"You're obviously talking about your bookies," Jack said. "Let me guess, you rolled the dice a bit too hard and you came up short?"

"It might have gone something like that," his father said looking less and less happy.

"Now you want money?" Jack asked. "Well forget it, I'm not giving you one single cent."

"Come on Jacky boy," his father said. "What's a little money between father and son?"

"Okay first off; stop calling me that, I've already told you. Second; I would never lend or in this give you any money as I know you're just going to spend it on drinks or the slots and then you will come back for more. Third; I have no money anyway."

"Come now, I know you must have something now that you're marrying a Queen."

"Just because I'm marrying a Queen doesn't automatically make me a billionaire."

"Well it will."

"Forget it! I'm not giving you any money whatsoever. So take your sorry butt back home and get the hell out of our lives," Jack shouted the last part. He had suddenly become very angry indeed.

Jack turned to leave but his father called him back.

"You give me what I want or otherwise I start telling people your little secret."

"You mean this one?" Jack conjured up a few snowflakes in thin air and blew them at his father which made him shiver from the cold.

"Yes, that one," his father scowled.

"Go ahead, I dare you," Jack said. "Who will believe you? You'll sound like someone desperate for attention."

Jack grinned at the horrified look on his father's face. His father did know what Jack was saying was the truth. He couldn't sell the story even if he wanted to as it sounded so ridiculous and untrue. Jack waited for his father's next move. It seemed as if he was busy thinking of something to say but was coming up short. Jack, still grinning, turned to leave again but his father called him back.

"I may not be able to sell the secret but I can take the thing you love," his father said with a twisted smile.

"You wouldn't," Jack said in a dangerous whisper.

"I'm desperate Jack and people do desperate things in desperate situations. So you tell that girl you're marrying to cough up the dough or otherwise it is adios to the woman you love."

Jack didn't speak. He was so angry now. He clenched his hands very tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white. How dare his father threaten Elsa. How dare he. He had stepped to far this time, way too far.

"I need ten grand," his father said. "So when you have it, I'm staying at the Icy Arms. So come find me there."

His father then trudged out of the room leaving Jack in a very angry mood. Jack picked whatever came to hand, which happened to be the book that Anna had left on her seat, and threw it across the room. He was so furious at what his father was doing. It was typical behaviour of him though. Jack then stepped out of the room and up to Elsa's bedroom where he knew she would be.

Elsa and Anna hadn't said anything to each other for several minutes. They were both listening hard for any raised voices from downstairs in case Jack and his father wanted to start a shouting match. Elsa soon heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"That's Jack and by the sound of those footsteps, I'll say he's angry," Elsa said.

"Yeah I guess you're right," Anna said.

The door then flew open and Jack threw himself onto the bed and groaned into the pillow. Elsa reached out and pulled him in close.

"What happened?" she asked.

"He's threatening that if I don't give him some money, then he will do something to you," Jack groaned into Elsa's shirt.

"Me?" Elsa was a little taken back.

"He knows that I won't be able to refuse him if he threatens you."

"Well, let him try that," Elsa said. "I would love to see him try."

"I don't know Elsa," Jack said. "My Dad's a pretty big guy."

"Well then let's pay the guy and get him out of our life," Elsa said.

"But if we pay him, he will just come back for more."

"Quite a predicament."

"You can say that again."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have absolutely no idea," Jack said sitting up. "But I know one thing. I am not going to let my Dad get to me."

Elsa had a feeling that he already did.

A/N: So I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. Please review =)