Hey, guys...no, please don't kill me! I bring a peace offering!

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And I am sorry about the weeks delay. Nobody reviewed! :( Hello, you guys there? I did have one person participate in the poll, however. Whoever it is, thank you. And...if nobody is reading this I will stop writing. The reason I am writing this is for people to enjoy, and I am not sure if anyone is reading this and/or enjoying it. If you are, please review and vote for the length of the poll in my profile. If no one does, I will simple round off the story on a quick ending and end it there. Sorry if I am being a tad dramatic, but I want to know people like my story!

On with Chapter 9, I guess...

Jack

Jack woke up, groaning from the pain all over his now stiff as a board body. He opened his eyes, surprised to find himself in a jail cell. He looked over the place. Iron door, rock walls...and Elsa sleeping on the cot across from him. He immediately rushed up and attempted to run to her unconscious from, but his arms snapped back from the force of heavy chains bolted to the ground. What the heck? He started to call her name. "Elsa? Elsa, please, wake up. Wake up." Eventually she stirred, looking confused until she saw him, and he watched as her face flooded with relief. She rushed to him, and thankfully the chain was long enough so that they could hold each other, Elsa in tears and Jack close to it.

"It's gonna be OK" he whispered, daring to pray he might be right for once. "We'll be fine. We'll get out of here, I promise." She laughed shakily. "I'm sorry. Every time we are together, you end up having to comfort me. I feel like some damsel in distress. No offense meant, though." Jack laughed. "None taken. And you are no damsel in distress. You are the most strong willed girl I have ever met." She tilted her head towards him, the light from outside shining in her glossy, beautiful eyes. He leaned down -

And someone knocked on the door. Really? he thought. Nice timing, idiot. It turned out to be that Hans guy from the siege on the castle. He cleared his throat. Jack raised an eyebrow as if to say What do you want? He cleared his throat again, and Jack turned to face him. "Yes?" Hans strode forward. "I did my best. But they call for your blood. All of them. I am not sure how much of it I can stop. If you could just..." Jack took it from there. "And I shall be the first to call for your blood when you are being marched to the stocks for treason. I saw you shoot the chandelier and attempt to kill her, and I know it was you who knocked me out. Now I suggest you run before I feel the need to deal with you myself."

Hans merely smiled. "You have no proof that I did that. You obviously got hit harder than we realized." Jack was completely still. "You would know exactly how hard I was hit, you delivered the blow yourself. And I saw you shoot the arrow to the ceiling, as did Elsa. We have complete proof against that. Now, let us leave." Hans shook his head. "I cannot." Jack raised an eyebrow. "Cannot, or will not?" Hans smiled ever so slightly. "Both" he replied, then exited.

Jack turned to Elsa. "I'm sorry, I kind of lost it..." Elsa laughed, and his chest swelled at the sound he held dear to his heart. "That was amazing, Jack, you were incredible!" He smiled at the praise. He only hoped the thoughtful, caring words came straight from her heart, as all his speech to her did.

Elsa

Elsa took a couple of calming breaths. She looked to the window, and her eyes widened. "I...I did all of that?! I didn't think I would freeze over Arendalle?! I...I" Jack quickly wrapped his arms around her. She continued to shake, partly from fear and partly so she could stay in his warm embrace. He continued to murmur consolidations into her ear, whispering that it was all OK. She finally calmed down and he released her. She took a deep breath, and looked to the window. "There's our escape. But we need to get out of these chains first. How?" Jack seemed to think, then his eyes widened. He closed his eyes, and Elsa watched as frost crept over the chains, breaking them after a few moments. "Do it" he whispered. She concentrated, and likewise, an tiny layer of snow crept onto the chains, pulling at them until they were naught but pieces of iron on the floor. They were free.

He kicked the window open, karate style. Elsa, impressed, started to go through, but stopped when she heard voices on the other side of the door. Jack, seeming to sense the need for swiftness, half shoved her out the window, and he climbed out right after. Both ran for the frozen lake.

Elsa got separated from Jack quickly because of the howling winds and blizzard going on. She stumbled around, calling his name, until she bumped into somebody. She grabbed his hand. "Jack?" She heard his voice in the faraway distance. "I'm coming!" Which meant...this wasn't...

She backed away to get a better look. She saw black, greasy hair, pale skin, and a flowing black robe. His face held a smile, but no kindness showed through it. She gulped. Definitely not Jack. She heard someone stumble up behind her, and put a hand on her shoulder. The next thing she heard was Jack's voice, not the kind tone he always took with her, and not the firm, hardened tone he used with Hans. His words dripped with absolute vexation and enmity, in other words, his speech had the sound of total hate, and Elsa knew from the look on their faces that this would not end well.

"Hello, Pitch."

Alright, there we go!

Peace out peeps,

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