After their extensive conversation, Jack expressed immense gratitude to Gothi and departed for Iceland. Having learned about their past lives, he couldn't bear to be separated from Elsa even for a second. With urgency, he sprinted to his car and hurried to his private plane.

As he made his way to the airplane, he couldn't resist the urge to gently caress her cheek, savoring the softness of her skin. As he settled into his seat on the plane, he yearned to embrace her and feel the warmth of her lips against his for as long as possible. In his mind, he envisioned holding her close, running his fingers through her stunning hair, noticing the subtle waves that added to its allure. Above all, he longed for her touch, yearning to experience her presence at least once in their lifetime. The thought lingered: what if this was their last day together in this lifetime?

The time flew as his thoughts buried him. And with no care in the world, he took an Uber to their cottage as soon as he got off the place.

Jack desperately desired to catch a glimpse of her. Even if he couldn't reach out and touch her, he deeply yearned to lay eyes on her beauty, even if it would be for the final time.

Hurriedly exiting the car, he dashed towards the entrance, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing on his chest. The journey had seemed to simultaneously drag on and fly by, with each breath feeling like the slowest and fastest he had ever taken.

Elsa. Elsa. Elsa. Elsa Overland. The love of his life. The woman he had loved in all his lifetimes, no matter what she looked or how different she was.

His Elsa.

He was deeply moved by the heart-wrenching stories he had just heard, which only deepened his affection for her. Throughout their past lives, their love for each other had been incredibly strong. As they faced the possibility that this might be their final life, he was determined to treasure every moment with her.

He dreamed of holding her in his arms and never let go. He wanted to annoy her, make her laugh, and remove all her pain. He wanted to be the best person just for her. He wanted a happy ending with her. He wanted to die holding her to him.

Their home hopefully echoes with the pitter-patter of little feet one day. The thought that they had never had a child of their own over the years weighed heavily on him. It was hard to believe he was already thinking about building a life and a future with her when they had only been together for a week. God, he was going crazy!

With a loud smack, he opened the door and saw Elsa lying on the couch. She wore pajamas, her hair tied in a bun as she watched Modern Family. Her laughter filled what was a lonely and dark cottage once. Colors were flying everywhere.

When he took in her sight, his legs gave up, and he crashed to the ground with a piercing thud. On his knees, he stayed there, begging the Gods to let him have her forever. He prayed to her for her as she was a Goddess herself. This majestic woman, her beauty, ruled his heart and soul.

Elsa heard a noise and quickly turned, searching for its source. "Jack," she exclaimed with concern as she hurried over to him. "What happened? Why are you on the floor?" Her face softened with an adorable tilt to the side.

Havored over him, she stood with a halo around her head. "Do you love me?" He begged.

"You're my husband." Even now, she had trouble confessing she was never used to love, but somehow, she was confident she did love him; she lacked the courage.

Knowing her well enough now, he took that as a 'yes,' tears hastily rolled down his cheeks, hanging on his jaw. "Because I do. I love you so much, Elsa. It's more than my heart can bear."

This concerned her, so she sat on the floor and hurriedly gathered him in warm arms. "What's wrong, Jack?" She knew this confession wasn't full of love; there was a fraction of pain. A pouring, spiking pain.

"I can't lose you, Snowflake." He yanked her towards him and gripped her middle and shoulder firmly, breathing her in. Could this be the last time he holds her?

Elsa was worried; this was unforeseen, and she murmured against his neck, "I'm not going anywhere." It was a promise she had made centuries ago, but she didn't know.

It was impossible to pull her any closer, but he did, leaving not even an inch between them. "I love you, Elsa. There's nowhere else I want to be. In your arms is my peace."

"Quite a poet, aren't you today?" And then she asked what's been on her mind since she saw the horror on his face as he walked in. "What happened in Berk?"

Jack mumbled between her neck, "The distance made me realize how much I love you." He said half truth.

Sinking on the ground, she sighed. "But what happened in Berk?" She was smart enough to know something happened to him personally.

"I'll tell you later."

"Can't I know now?"

Letting go of her but just a bit, he decided, "Do you think you can listen? What if it's too much for you." He was shaking with so many different emotions that it was painful.

Thinking and taking a deep breath, she nodded lightly, grazing his neck. "I am not going anywhere." It was not the answer he needed, but surprisingly, it comforted him.

So he began to tell her from the start to the end. But he didn't tell her the part where she killed herself, worrying she'd blame herself. Other than that, he told every detail, not even leaving a word out of what he had heard from Gothi.

They both sat cross-legged on the floor, holding hands. Jack tried his best to observe every little change on Elsa's face as he uttered every word. But surprisingly, there was nothing. She seemed unfazed.

Did she not trust him?

Did she find this ridiculous?

Did she not believe him?

A nervous laugh filled with pain left his throat, and he shut his eyes. "You find this unbelievable, right?"

"I do," she whispered. Seeing the hurtful expression on his face, she added, "This sounds ridiculous, but I trust you."

All his questions were answered within a minute, and he laughed out loud; the noise echoed in the silent cottage. "Thank God"

Her face was expressionless as she was still trying to comprehend it, though she didn't tell him, "Yeah."

"I thought you wouldn't believe me. I thought you would leave me. I can't lose you again, Elsa. Not when I finally have you," He cried vulnerably. "This is why we fell in love so quickly; our souls had met before and fallen for each other centuries ago."

Reaching his face, she wiped his tears with her sleeve. "I never knew the feeling of love. You taught me what it is. So don't cry alone." She opened her arms, inviting him to "Feel free in my arms."

So he complied. "I beg the Gods to let me have you in this life. I want to be with you forever, Elsa. At least once can we have a happy ending."

This all sounded quite unbelievable to her, but she trusted him. "I hope we do. I'm sure we will."

"How can you be so sure? We must've had dreams and hopes for our future in our previous lives, too." Jack murmured, his heart ached.

Now, to this, she had no answer. "I guess we did, but can't we hope again? Maybe this time we might have one."

"You're right. Let's hope again."

Both Elsa and Jack were curious about the identity of the soul, particularly Elsa at the moment. "You mentioned another soul. Did you ask Gothi? Have you thought about who it might be? Do you know?" she asked, trying to believe him, even though a significant part of her still harbored doubts.

Jack sighed, scratching his chin, and groaned, "I don't. That arrogant woman didn't tell me."

Harshly, she smacked him on the chest. "Jackson, show some respect! She's older than you. From what she knows, I wouldn't be shocked if she was a thousand years old!"

In a moment of absolute silence, a single pin could be heard dropping, and then suddenly they both erupted into fits of laughter. "She really might be. I wouldn't be surprised," Jack exclaimed as he fell back, sprawling out on the ground. "But I did inquire, and she claimed she could perceive everyone's past. She knew the identity of the soul but was resolute in keeping it a secret," he added, rolling his eyes. "All that talk about keeping a soul's secret."

Elsa lowered herself and slowly went into Jack's arms. "Well, whoever they are, I hope they live a life full of bliss with people who love them a lot. Because thanks to them, I met you again."

"So you believe me fully now?" By her words, he assumed she believed him.

"I'll be completely honest," she said as she tightened her embrace, unsure if he would pull away upon hearing her words. "I find it hard to believe. It all seems like something out of a movie or a dream. It's almost unbelievable." Gazing into his crystal blue eyes with affection, she continued, "But I have faith in you. If you say it's true, then I'll trust you. Who knows, maybe I'll experience one of those dreams myself."

A gentle smile, he passed. "I love you, Elsa." Again, she didn't reply and only nodded.

Something about her seeing those dreams didn't sit right with him. The ones he saw were happy and filled with their love. What if what she saw was about her suicide or the tragic parts? What if she runs away because she blames herself? What if those dreams break her? These questions horrified him.

So Jack prayed that if she sees their past lives, it's only their happy memories. He'd take the torturing ones so that she could smile.

"Should we eat dinner? I'm sure you didn't." Her sweet voice brought him out of his racing thoughts.

"I wanted to eat with you."

Standing up, he lifted her abruptly, and she squealed, "Jackson!" Every time he lifted her, he surprised her.

Once again, he ran to their bedroom with her in his arms. "Pizza night!" He kissed her everywhere on the face as he ran up the stairs.

Bridal style in his arms, she laughed her heart out. "You might be the only guy who runs while carrying his wife."

He shrugged and smiled "Guess that makes this more precious."

With an upward pull and the help from her arms around his neck, she pecked his cheek. "You are precious."

His whole body convulsed, and he came to an abrupt halt as Elsa's hair whipped across his face. "I swear, my heart skipped a beat." He stood frozen at the top of the stairs, still completely bewildered.

Finally, he gained consciousness when Elsa twisted his ear, but this time, he walked to their room like a normal person. "Wow, so this is what it feels like." For the first time, she was carried bridal style without her heart racing.

"Since we can't get it delivered here, let's ask Sebastian to bring it." Jack carefully placed Elsa on the bed in a seated position.

Elsa stood up and smacked his arm. "He's sleeping."

Jack rolled his eyes. "He can sleep again."

"No, he can't!" Elsa fought back.

"Yes, he can!" Jack groaned.

Elsa stepped forward and poked his chest with each word, "You are eating leftovers." And this couple started their childish quarrel.

Far away in the basement, Sebastian was FaceTiming his wife and stopped hearing a thud. "Darling, I think Jack is back."

"Why do you think so?" She chuckled and asked him.

"It seems like he got smacked by Elsa ." He sighed but returned to talking to his wife. "So, how is your scarf coming along?"

After being forcefully fed the leftovers, Jack and Elsa slept in each other's arms.

What will tomorrow bring?