Elsa's POV

My gaze wandered across the messy table, filled with tons of papers about Anna's wedding, Christmas wrappers and so on.

Yes, Anna's wedding. Did I forget to mention about it? Yesterday, Anna came to as me for my consent about her wedding with Kristoff and I agreed. Yes, I agreed, no need to be surprised. I couldn't help to reject her since Kristoff's been with her for about two years and I knew that Kristoff would be a responsible husband.

Me, as her sister, is currently in a chaotic situation. This is because first of all, I do not have a proper wedding gift for my dear sister. Secondly, I am not sure what to do for the party as in decorations, etc.

Digging through the pile of papers like a dog would go searching for its bone, scanning through tons of suggestions while Jack sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the troubled me who was lost in what I should find. Finally, the lost me realized that Jack was there and asked him, "Jack, what do you think is best for the wedding? Any plans in your mind?" I searched around the bundle of papers, categorised as "Wedding preparations".

I could hear that Jack stood up from the bed, his presence nearer towards me as he puts his hands around my waist, "Hmm.. Rings?"

"We all know that Jack, but what rings? What design? What colour? What size?" I panicked as the papers had fall on the floor as they were getting too piled up on the table.

"Woah. Calm down my dear." He turned me around and kissed my forehead gently. "Elsa, don't need to rush. Anna will love whatever you choose because you are her sister and she would be very happy about whatever gifts, presents you are going to give her."

I felt at eased when I heard him comforting me, feeling secured but when I heard the word 'gifts' I panicked again, getting away from Jack's embrace, looking around the table. "Gifts! How could I forget about Anna's wedding gift. What do I give her?" I hurriedly noted it down in the Reminder List'.

I could hear Jack sighed again and he pulled me to the bed, "Elsa of Arendelle," he said, with a serious look, "Calm. Your. Butt. Down." He pulled me and he sat on the bed while I sat on his lap. "Push your own panic button one more time, and I will have you all to myself, by force."

I blushed as I met his gaze but then finally calmed down, "Sorry Jack, I am just really insecure and afraid.." I lay down on his chest and he secures the embrace.

"I know." He smiled, "That's why I am here with and for you. Don't worry bout what you choose, Anna will love it." He kissed my fore head again. The atmosphere felt like warm and comfy, like my heart will melt and I smiled warmly. It didn't last long though. A violent breeze as if it was a blizzard twirls around the room as if the windows weren't locked and a tornado was going to break in. The papers were completely in a mass as it follows the breeze which practically means it's everywhere in the room. Gradually, the breeze turns into black sand smoke that whirled around the table.

Jack stood up, froze as his eyes widened. He looked as if he was going to attack but held back. Then, the black smoke disappeared, leaving behind a black letter on the table.

"Pitch… Sure knows how to make an entrance, even for putting a letter =.=" Jack muttered as he moved forward to pick up the letter, a bit hesitating at first.

The letter opened by itself as Jack unfolded it. Jack's expression was priceless. If only this matter wasn't serious, I would be laughing. He started stumbling his words as he spoke, "Pi-pitch.. He.."

A lot of negative suggestions ran through my thoughts and I couldn't help it but be curious. "What is it Jack? Tell me."

"He.. He's coming."

"Wh-what?" I stared at him, confused.

"Pitch says he's coming." Jack swallowed, hard.

I felt the word 'shock' rushed through my veins. I remember what Jack used to tell me about Pitch and Pitch did visit us before, obviously not for friendly reasons. "What does the letter say Jack?" I couldn't bear further suspense and quickly rushed to read towards Jack and the letter.

The white letters were as if they were crafted letters on the wood but this time, it feels like it's on an ice log.

Hello, my friends.

I have heard about the wedding for your dear beloved sister Anna, Elsa.

I hope I do receive an invitation soon. I will be visiting.

Crash the party I will if I do not receive one.

Ciao,

Pitch.

I stumbled backwards and I couldn't find any words, but then, "He.. knows about my sister's wedding?"

"Apparently so, as stated in the letter."

"Oh god." I slumped onto the couch, my mind completely blown, "What am I supposed to say? Anna, meet Pitch, the evil King who's attending your wedding. She will go cray cray."

"I think you are the one going cray cray." Jack chuckled as he left the letter on the table.

"But.. But.."

"Elsa, Pitch isn't going to do anything. Trust me. If he's going to do anything evil, I swear on my life that I will protect you, and your family, but I am sorry to say that you are my main priority." He looked at me in the eyes, trying to tell me that I am not comparable to be exchanged, even for millions of gold. My eyes went a bit blur and I opened my arms, acting like a little kid. He smiled and carried me up like a princess and I gasped, slightly surprised as I thought he would only hug me.

"Elsa.. " He brushed my lips softly as he pulled me closer. I could feel his warm, his tenderness.

"I love you Jack.." I blushed as he chuckled and licked my nose gently.

"I love you too Elsa, for as long as I live." He rest his head on my chest and closed his eyes. I felt a sudden feeling of peace and smiled, silently wishing that this moment will be prolonged for as long as it could be.

Later on..

"When will Pitch be arriving?"

"No idea, my dear, but soon. We will definitely know when he arrives."

Author's Note

Hello there~ Sorry for the delayed update, was quite busy these few days.
First of all, I know I know. Pitch being the good guy. Sorry, I just think that Pitch being evil isn't going to be the main highlight in the story as in these chapters I would like to focus more on Jelsa.

Second is that I know, it's a short chapter, sorry, couldn't get enough time + ideas for this chapter.

Third, I know I know.. ene It wasn't that interesting. Sorry. I am lacking of ideas for this chapter.

Please pardon me for this chapter n

Fact : I was thinking of relating parts of this story to a new story that I am currently thinking about :O

Chapter 4 (Preview)

Her hair was brown yet slight curled. Her grey eyes were as if they are looking right into your soul and know what's in your mind and heart.

She who tells you stories, could even weave up a tale herself that will relate to the past, and could change the future.

Stay tune for the new mysterious character in the next chapter.