Elsa was truly a wife now, wasn't she?
Currently, she was fetching clothes for her husband, who was showering. If this isn't domestic, she didn't know what was.
She unlocked and unzipped Jack's luggage and grabbed his blue hoodie and brown pants that rested at the bottom of the pile of clothes. These would go well together. She could imagine him wearing them, and yes, he would look nice.
And there it was...The SpongeBob underwear.
So he wasn't lying.
"You know what? I'm not even shocked he has one." She chuckled to herself and put the outfit on their bed.
When she knocked on the door, he answered, "Yes?"
She told him, "I have put your clothes on the bed. I'll be downstairs making lunch. Would you like something special?" Oh, she hoped it wasn't something complicated.
Her prayers were answered most adequately "Thank you, and yes, please, whatever you're having."
As she headed downstairs, she thought about what to make for them. It was their first time together, and she wanted to make a good impression, so perhaps something fancy?
Oh God, why was she thinking like this? She would decide what she wanted him to eat, but wasn't that a bit rude? Maybe something fancy would be better.
What was wrong with her?!
Lost in her thoughts, she bumped into Sebastian. "I'm so sorry, Sebastian."
"It's all right. I was on my way out to water the garden, and then I have to run some errands. Before I leave, is there anything you'd like me to help you with?" He held his joined hands before him, prepared to do anything she asked him to.
Elsa pursed her lips deep in thought. "Actually, yes. Do you know what Jack likes for Lunch?"
It made sense to him that she wanted to impress Jack. Oh, young love. "If I remember correctly, Jack eats Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and Blueberry French Toast a lot. And for drinks, I've only seen him drink smoothies."
"That's some weird likes, but...if...if you don't mind, could you please help me make them?" She practically begged him because she couldn't cook a reasonable dish to save a life.
Sebastian regretfully smiled. "If you want, I can order something. I'm sorry I'm not much of a help in the kitchen. But I can try."
Elsa really wanted to pay Jack back for treating her so nicely so far. "It's fine. I'll figure something out. You can go now."
"I'll be outside then." He took a few steps backward and then turned around to leave the cottage.
She clapped her hands and drew her phone to search the recipes for Jack's favourite food, "Blueberry French Toast. Alright, let's get started."
Elsa noticed the speaker in the corner and played some random song. Even though she wasn't a fan of music, she'll give it a try for Jack's sake.
She played Love Story by Taylor Swift and mid-way realized the song wasn't so bad. The lyrics were lovely, and the music was comfortable to dance to.
"Told ya you'd like it." Jack leaned against the handrail of the staircase as he enjoyed the view in front of him of Elsa dancing around with a spatula in her hand.
It felt as if she was caught doing something illegal, so she turned down the volume, but the music still could be heard. "Turns out you were right; it's not that bad."
Rushing down the stairs, he almost tripped because he was so clumsy. "So what have you decided?" Jack asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
Forcefully she shoved him out of the kitchen and sat him on the stool. "No, mister, I'll make lunch today. You can sit there and relax. This is the least I can do after what you've done for me and will be doing for the coming weeks."
Those words did something to him, so he shot up from his spot. "You don't owe me anything, Elsa. It was my decision, and it wasn't forced upon me. So please don't think like that and enjoy this break with me."
"Okay." For some reason, it was so easy to agree with him and understand his point of view from hers.
He grabbed her hand and led her back to the kitchen. "Now, let's make lunch together. I'm thinking Mac n Cheese and a drink for me. And what would you like?"
What was wrong with her? She touched his cheek and repeated his words. "Whatever you're having."
Ignoring what she had done, he pecked her forehead and put on his apron. "All right, then, Your Majesty, take a seat, and I'll make us lunch."
While tying the knot behind his back, she whined and grimaced, "Hey, that's not fair! We are supposed to do this together."
"Ok, you have a point, so how about I make the lunch, and you can get comfortable and see where everything is in the kitchen? So tomorrow, you can help me with breakfast, but only a teeny tiny bit." He pinched his index and thumb to show how much she'll be working.
Crossing her arms, she was prepared to argue with him. "Why only 'teeny tiny bit' and not more?"
He had a flawless answer to this. "Well, a woman is to be cared for. They shouldn't be stuck doing chores or cooking at home. It sounds a bit stupid to me, honestly." He paused and sighed. "But if you want to do something, you can; of course, I won't force you to stop or do anything. Just don't overexert yourself, okay?"
"Jack, I appreciate your words, but I've been doing all this my life; it's not a big deal." Elsa struck out her arms in confusion.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled. "Well, you don't have to anymore." When he caught her frown, he quickly added, "But alright, alright, if you want to, you're more than welcome to."
Elsa opened the fridge to fetch strawberries for the smoothie and asked a question that had been on her mind for quite some time. "Jack, just a quick question; if you haven't been here in months, why does this cottage look so clean and the fridge restocked?"
While mixing the macaroni in the pot, he shrugged. "I asked Sebastian to get it done."
"Oh, that makes sense. I thought you were lying, and this was rented." Joking, she squeezed his shoulder.
"No, it's not; it's ours. Check the nameplate outside. It reads 'The Overlands.'" He stirred the pot.
She leaned against the counter, facing him. "I'm still having a hard time believing you're rich."
A part of him knew this question was coming; he turned to her with a warm gaze. "Have you heard of the company Frost?" It was time to spill the biggest secret.
"Yes, it's a large, global corporation, but the owner…is unknown." Wide-eyed, she pointed at him and gasped, "Don't…Don't tell me it's you."
With a cunning smile, he traversed his arms. "Frost is my middle name."
She lingered to obtain more answers from him because, oh God, she was married to a billionaire. "But what about The Overland's company and that app you mentioned?"
"These are my mom's; she runs them now. Yes, I started it, but it couldn't have been done without her, so they're hers. Everything those businesses earn goes to my mom." He again pointed at himself and revealed to her the information she had been craving. "But I am the owner of Frost. I've just kept myself incognito for all the other businesses. I don't like fame and paparazzi and all. It's too much for me."
He looked down and saw Elsa sitting on the ground, her face full of shock. "I can't believe I married the owner of the freaking Frost Company. Tell me it's not true, please tell me. Why did you tell me?! How can you trust me with all this classified information?!"
Wholly baffled and astounded, he seated beside her. "Woah woah, Elsa, breathe. It's not that big. I told you because you're my wife."
She snapped her fingers. "What about your mechanical engineering job?"
He tilted his head. "Well, yes, I am one. I went to university for it."
She was even more confused now; how could he have achieved all this at such a young age? "Jack, that's…that's not the point. I'll take those secrets to my grave, but we aren't even that close yet. We need to go back to Berk and figure out what to do next." She pointed between them with her sweaty hands from nervousness.
Jack creased his eyebrows and held her hands softly. "I trust you with all my life, and I don't need a reason to do that. I trust you because it's you." He touched the wedding ring on her finger. "And I'm not letting go of you, Elsa. You are stuck with me. I know we're doing this incorrectly; it's all backward. But-" He paused and stood up.
Still flabbergasted, she stood up. "But what?"
Yes, he was laying his heart out for her. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked. "I have liked you since the day my eyes landed on you. I have liked you every second of these last two days. I know it's fast, but it is what it is. But would you please at least consider going out with me? I am a gentleman, and that's my way of life. I was raised to respect women and care for them and cherish them. I request you to go on a date with me, and please give us a chance. Because I know it's worth it. I will try my very best never to let a tear in your eye. It's an oath of a gentleman." He touched her cheek, really hoping for a yes.
After a pause, Elsa burst into laughter. "Jack, you didn't have to say all that, and I'm not going to lie, it's a bit cringe-worthy."
Offended, he pushed her lightly. "Hey, don't disrespect my confession."
"Yes, Mr. Frost, I'll go out with you because I think I might like you too." She brushed his nose with hers.
Staring into her eyes lovingly, he leaned forward. "You don't say."
Shocking both of them, she pulled him in a kiss by the hoodie strings. "There's the proof."
The fireworks exploded inside them, spreading throughout their entire body.
His lips were on hers.
Her lips were on his.
Their kiss was brief, but they had poured all their adoration for each other into it.
"Now I know why you chose this hoodie. Because you wanted to pull me in for a kiss, didn't you? I mean, I'm not complaining." He embraced her and rested his head near her ear. "So I'm dating my wife, and you're dating your husband, huh?"
She whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine, "Yes, I'm sure."
They had to let go of each other when they heard the sound of their lunch cooking on the stove. "Oh, Mac n Cheese looks ready. It smells great too," he said as he blew air over the spatula and then placed it near her lips. "Here, try some."
She did, and it was incredible—how could he be so good at cooking? "It's nice, Jack. So you can cook well too? Is there anything you can't do?"
He grabbed a napkin and dabbed the corner of her lips. "Thank you!" he said. "Well, yes, I can't do many things. I can't rollerblade, and I've never been on rides because I'm scared of them." He was counting on his fingers.
"Oh, my God! Jack, I can't believe this! I love rollerblading and going on rides. You just made me so happy! We'll do all these things together." She screamed inside like a little child who had just gotten a puppy.
Why was she so adorable? He thought. If she wanted to, he would. "Okay then," he said. "But if I cry on any of the rides, you can't, and I repeat, can't take pictures of me."
She poked his rib and snickered. "I hope you'll say yes to my question. But I can tell others, right? Please, please, please."
"Elsa! Aww, woman." He remained silent but had to give in with just one look at Elsa's fake trembling chin. "Alright, you can."
"Perfect." She pecked his lips as if it was a habit and she had been doing it for years, and then a light went on in her mind. "We were making lunch, Jack! Take the Mac n Cheese off the stove and see the Blueberry French Toast is almost ready. I'll make Strawberry smoothies now."
Suddenly within a blink, Jack shuddered in his spot, feeling uneasy. "Wait, how do you know those are my favourites? I didn't even know you were making the toasts!"
Placing the Blueberry French Toast on the table, Elsa normally shrugged. "I asked Sebastian."
"Aww, look at you caring for your husband." He quit the teasing and asked, "Wait, this reminds me, where's Loki?"
The blender went on, and she had to shout over it. "He's watering the gardens and then he has to run errands!" She smacked him in the back with a spatula. "And for the love of God, Jackson, stop calling him Loki! He's almost sixty!"
Immediately, Jack raised his hands, feeling the need to defend himself. "What? It's a funny name, and believe me, he loves it. I've been calling him Loki for nearly four years. If he didn't like it, I wouldn't call him that."
Elsa poured the smoothie into two glasses, and the strawberry scent filled the air. She passed him one. "To be honest, it is quite a funny name. And, of course, I know you're a sweet guy, Jack. You would never hurt anyone. You've just known me for two days, and we accidentally got married. You could've run away or been mad, but your first thought was to put me at ease and come with me here no matter how awkward it would be. So you don't have to tell me because I know already."
Holding his smoothie in one hand, he kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Do you know how gorgeous and kind-hearted you are?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "It's like every second passes, and I fall in love with you even harder, Elsa." He didn't hesitate a second to confess, "I love you, Elsa. I know it's only been two days, but I love you. I love you, Elsa."
Sadness took over her because she couldn't say it back yet. "Thanks, Jack. Thanks for loving me, but I...I'm sorry...I don't think I love you yet. I like you, but I'm just not there yet."
He sipped his smoothie but still held her close to him. "It's alright. I'll wait years for you to say it back. The fact you even like me is more than enough for me. And also, this smoothie is the tastiest thing ever!" She rolled her eyes at his compliment because she knew it wasn't.
They sat at the dining table, with their lunch neatly placed on it.
"Jack, you know you're my first kiss."
"And you're mine, Elsa."
Jack had fallen for her, and Elsa was getting there.
Messages
1:30 pm
Elsa - Hi Astrid sorry for the late notice but I've reached Iceland. And yes I'm alive. Jack has a cottage here and we'll be staying here for our stay. He also has a freakin personal driver!
Astrid - Thank Thor! I was worried you were dead. Oh well, that's cool...girl I didn't know he was THAT rich!
Elsa - Astrid don't even get me started. I'll tell you once we get back. I hope he doesn't get sick you know how my cooking gets sometimes.
Astrid - What the fuck Elsa! Your cooking sucks what did you make him?
Elsa - Really YOU want to go there? The woman responsible for giving the Mayor and his family food poisoning on Snoggletog? You could've been in for a murder attempt if the whole Berk didn't know this was a usual thing and Uncle Stoick took your side. Anyways I made him a smoothie and Blueberry French Toast.
Astrid - Shut up it was a mistake! Wow I didn't know you could make them. I hope he doesn't DIEEEEE.
Elsa - Dont be dramatic! He's alive.
Astrid - Elsa...Did you kiss Jack?
Elsa - How do you know?"
Astrid - Oh my God you did!
Elsa - HOW DO YOU KNOW!
Astrid - Jack told Hiccup and he of course told me.
Elsa - Before you ask yes it was nice. And no no tongue.
Astrid - You're no fun!
Elsa - Shut up! Anyways I miss you Astrid and I've got to go I'll text you tomorrow.
Astrid - I miss you more and keep me updated!
Elsa - Ok!
Astrid - Love you! Bye!
Elsa - Bye!
Astrid - SAY LOVE YOU TOO!
Elsa - Oh God! Love you too! Happy now?
Astrid - Very!
Messages
1:20 pm
Jack - Hey Hiccup so just an update. Elsa and I are dating and we kissed! I'm so happy!
Hiccup - Amazing! Can I tell Astrid?
Jack - Sure.
Hiccup - Cool.
Jack - Elsa will gave me food poisoning today for sure.
Hiccup - So we both have partners who'll kill us one day.
Jack - Yes. But we won't tell them.
Hiccup - Oh definitely. Well mostly because they'll kill us.
Jack - Definitely.
Hiccup - Bye. Stay alive.
Jack - I'm really trying. Bye.
There'll be messages between characters at the end of some chapters.