Casting a Spell.
Nightrxy.
Disclaimer : I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians. But I do own the plot!
DAMN GUYS WE PASSED 60 REVIEWS! AND RCM REACHED 100!
I love looking at all the different shoe brands, using them in future Red Carpet Material since there aren't any converse shoes in the setting of this story...or can there be one? *gasp*
Mine are mostly those shoes that aren't flats. I know it's weird but I can't wear flats...ugh. Sucks to be a girl who can't wear flats. I'm good with heals/wedges/boots though.
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Chapter 6
"I-I have to go," she said, turning her back, the frost following her every step. Jack held her wrist, not showing any sign of letting go.
"What the hell do you want from me?!"she shouted. Jack shot her a look before pulling her out of the market, going through narrow alleys and stopping when he reached an empty patch of land. Elsa was breathing unevenly, looking around at how the ice had followed the here, a trail. She was a witch!
"The hell is up with me today…?"she mumbled, hugging her legs to her chest. Jack looked at her before sitting beside her, and wrapped an arm around her. She looked at him, eyes filled with confusion.
"Nice visual effects," Jack said with a laugh. She shot him a glare before leaning her head on the crook of his neck.
'What are you doing Elsa?! Get the hell of his shoulder,' an inside voice said. But somehow, she stayed there, enjoying the minty aroma radiating from him.
"They aren't visual effects, foolish mundane," she said back to him. He looked at her face, looking so…fragile. The way her eyes looked at the frost around her.
"You're really something,"Jack said to her, giving her a smile. She blushed and shot him a quick glare to prevent any more blood rising up to her cheeks.
"Your ice powers,"he whispered in a low husky voice, "They're amazing." Elsa looked at him, tilting her head and she smirked.
'Where did all that vulnerability crap go?'
"I've lived my life not knowing what to do with them," she said, making a little snowflake appear on her index finger.
"Make more of those," Jack said, watching the little snowflake dance on her finger.
"Honey, I don't make these just for anyone,"Elsa said, smirking at how he puffed his cheeks.
"Why do you hide your powers?" Jack questioned, leaning on the brick wall behind them. She shook her head at how dense he was. This was Arandelle, and she was a witch. She would be burnt for God's sake!
"I don't want to end up as a witch barbecue," she scoffed. Jack laughed and pinned her to the wall.
"Holy cow crap," she said under her breath.
"Liking the view?" Jack asked.
"I swear, now that you know about my powers,"she said, "You know I can literally freeze your balls right?"
"If you wanted to see them, you could've asked," he assured her with a smirk.
"Watch the tongue, Frost," she hissed. He laughed and she gave him a light nudge to his ribcage.
"That hurt," he said, using his puppy dog face.
"Oh, I'll do much more than that,"
"Do me?" Jack joked. Elsa blushed a darker shade of red and tried to push him off.
"No can do, princess," he chuckled. She leaned back, knowing she was no match to this arrogant-ass prince.
"Your powers are beautiful," he whispered, "Stop hiding them."
"You don't understand," she blurted out. "I have to hide them, I…I'll destroy everything once I let them go."
"Not anymore," he murmered in her ear. He gently took her hand and helped her fingers draw patterns on his arm. The pattern grew from some random figures, it gradually enlarged, adding little frost patterns on his hand.
"See?" he asked. Her eyes looked at the frost on his arm, how beautiful it was. He continued what he was doing, when she interrupted him.
"Thank you," she whispered softly. She took her hand from him, and then she trailed her fingers on his chest. Frost spread across his thin disguise, her fingers feeling how well built he really was.
"Wow, admiring my body already?" he questioned with a grin. She stopped and rolled her eyes.
"Can you let me go now?"she asked, cocking her eyebrow.
"Thought you'd never ask,"he replied, standing up and noticing that the frost on the ground were no longer spikes, but beautiful, delicate patterns.
"Should we get your alligator eyeballs now?" he laughed. She nodded and got up, her legs gaining the power the power she lost just a few moments ago.
Jack Frost
Did he really just get his ass back in this market again? God, it's not that he was some spoilt rich kid but, damn eyeballs aren't very attractive. She, however, thought that they tasted exquisite.
What utter nonsence.
"Elsa,we're getting out now," he said, scrunching my nose.
"What? But we're just getting started!" she whined.
"Utter crap, we're out," he replied. She looked pissed, extremely pissed, to be exact.
"Since when did I take orders from you, Frost?"she protested. Jack gave her a glare and dragged her out of the market, which included her gawking at all the ingredients the vendors were selling.
Once they were up in the open towns square, he inhaled the fresh air, praising himself for making it out alive with all the gore in that market.
"You done taking in all that oxygen?" Elsa questioned with a smirk.
"Oh, what else would you like me to do? Take you instead?" Jack retorted back.
"Hell no," she deadpanned. Jack let out a sigh before taking her hand. Again. God, what was up with him and her hands?
"Meet me tonight," he whispered huskily.
"Meet me tonight," she mimicked sarcastically.
"I'm serious, Elsa,"
"Why on earth would I decide to meet you again?"she asked.
"No spoilers," he replied before walking away, leaving her in the middle of the busy town square.
"So much for a date," she grumbled to herself.
Who said it would be the end of their date? Elsa, when a prince is clearly interested in you, you don't doubt their tactics. Keep them girls thirsty, Frost. And who on earth would consider going to a market and buying eyeballs,kidneys…a date? The hell is wrong with that blonde?
In a world where Jack Frost is the prince, you're getting much more than that.
"Sir, the preparations are ready for your um…" his assistant mumbled.
"Acquaintance," he corrected him, smirking in my devilishly handsome attire.
( I ALWAYS DO THESE AND YOU LOVE THEM :C JK )
Remember that writers block thing? It wasn't a one-time thing. She wanted to write, she wanted to update...but she couldn't.
"I want to go sleep," she mumbled, looking at the clock which read 2am. Michelle sighed and closed her eyes before continuing another project. Holy cow manure. Yes, she doesn't use peasant words. Other than the A-flag and probably the f-bomb sometimes.
'mich,sent u articles nyt,gl with d chem quiz tomorrow,gbs' a Skype message popped out of nowhere. It's a good thing to know she wasn't the only one doing the English project. After proofreading and editing more than 5k words, she's had it with English. And she face-palmed, not knowing how the heck she was going to ace a test with 4 hours of sleep.
She really had no idea how she was going to continue updating weekly.
"I can't do this anymore," she hissed, before getting swallowed by her all time love, the bed.
Replies to EVERYONE here since I don't have enough time to PM you personally. REMEMBER, I'm not saying you should stop reviewing. I'm saying..."REVIEW PLS 11!" :)
To : 1BookWorm
MUSIC TO MY EARS! Gosh, felt like a creep giggling to myself while writing that.
To : Trapid
HOLY CRAPBALLS, those shoes are damn fine! Jack's powers...ohoho. *grin grin smirk smirk*
To : OoPoPocAndy
aka...P.D.A!
To : Shiver
Dang, you can skate?! That's amazing. You have to help me in future chapters! I suck at it. And I TOTALLY agree on that rad looking sneaks part! Yeah, I think I meant clenched his jaw..._
To : Guest
Thanks!
To : Guesthuu
ALAXANDER WANG SHALL SLAAAAAY, I plan on getting myself a pair one day. WOW, you and BloodJewel have the same question about pets! Guess I gotta work on that when I have time.
To : EveningWish
Comfort is everything in shoes! AND, dang thank you so much! You're way too lovely. I hope this kinda worked out for you...
To : BloodJewel
Don't get me started on Chris Pine. I can't. When you say 'uggs', I just think of Jenna Marbles' 'what my boyfriend gave to me' song. FIVEEEE,PAIR OF UGGS!
To : Trapesquare
I'm demanding. LOL! It just sucks I guess, getting views but no comments.
To : Guest (2)
AWW, Glad you enjoy my stories.
To : Cassandra
THANK YOU SO MUCH, I WILL KEEP ON WRITING!
Long paragraph short?
I don't have enough time. I'm running low on fuel, and my exams are in two weeks. Your reviews however, drove me to write this chapter. This was quite rushed, I apologize if this didn't satisfy anything. ):
AND. If any of you get annoyed by the replies or anything, I just had to say...my connection with my reviewers is something special to me. We're like little clique that you can't join unless you review. Just kidding. (:
LET'S GET THIS TO 70, AND RCM TO 110+++!
~Michelle