There was a bittersweet feeling in the air as they engaged in sisterly arguments about trivial matters. This familiar banter brought a sense of warmth, yet it also served as a stark reminder of the emotional distance that had grown between them.
Had she remained in contact with Anna, would the sisters have been closer?
Those gossip about their husband and fiancé.
Those lengthy talks about their favourite movies.
Those funny moments they would share.
Those days where they would've reminisced.
Those chats about the future and what it holds.
Those amusing little rare moments when they would miss each other and tell I love yous to each other.
The quartet gathered around the cozy corner table, the warm glow of the room contrasting with the depth of the unspoken bond between them. The air hummed with casual chatter, but beneath it lingered a quiet intimacy that settled into their souls.
Elsa and Jack sat across from Anna and Kristoff, with Nana at the head of the table, her heart swelling with quiet joy. After years of separation, witnessing this reunion filled her with a peace she hadn't known in years. At that moment, she felt complete, content to know that she could leave this world knowing her family was whole again.
Elsa absentmindedly swirled her glass of red wine, her thoughts drifting as she closed her eyes for a moment. Then, almost as if to break the heavy silence, she asked, "So, how did you two meet?" A nervous edge clung to her voice, though she couldn't quite place why.
Anna's eyes lit up, and she eagerly leaned forward, excited to tell their story. "It was one of those movie moments, Elsa. I was rushing to class, late as usual, and I bumped right into Kristoff in the hallway. We locked eyes, and…well, it was like everything else faded away. I knew right then he was the one for me."
Kristoff's face softened as he gazed at Anna, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Same here, Mrs. Overland. It was instant."
Elsa snorted, the sound escaping more sarcastically than she intended. She didn't know why, but it felt like the words just tumbled out. "Call me Elsa, Kristoff. We're not that formal."
Kristoff chuckled, a teasing smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, ma'am."
Anna, ever observant, tilted her head and arched a brow. "Why are you being so weird? You haven't even congratulated us yet."
Elsa blinked rapidly, caught off guard by the question. "I'm not being weird. And it's not like you've congratulated me either," she shot back defensively, her tone almost playful, but the unease still lingered under her words.
"Oh, so this is what this is about," Anna sighed, rolling her eyes, but giving Elsa what she wanted. "Well, congratulations, sister, on-"
And then, it hit her. The conversation was quickly spiraling into a conflict. She cut herself off. "Thank y-"
Anna's sarcasm cut through the air. "On your wedding that I didn't even get an invitation to."
Jack and Nana, sensing the tension rising, remained silent. They understood this was a moment for the sisters to unload their pent-up frustrations. Thankfully, their secluded corner shielded their conversation from prying ears. Jack, who had come to understand Anna's kind heart, also sympathized with the bitterness that lingered between the two. He chose to stay quiet, waiting for Elsa to ask for his input, should she need it.
Nana, who had been silently observing, lowered her head onto the table, feeling a pang in her heart. The previous moment of calm seemed too perfect to last. Despite the closeness they shared, it was clear that unresolved tension was still simmering beneath the surface.
"I'm not doing this, Anna. I'm sorry I didn't invite you. It all happened too quickly. But I'm here for you. That's what matters, right?" Elsa muttered, trying to hold onto the hope of peace.
Anna's voice trembled with a mix of hurt and anger. "You left me all alone, Elsa. And somehow, I accepted it. But getting married without me? Without your sister? I can't forgive you for that. I knew it wasn't good for you here, and I watched you leave. It broke me, but I accepted it. But not even a call? I had to hear it from Nana. Do you know how much that hurt?"
Each of Anna's words struck Elsa like a physical blow. Her heart tightened. "I'm sorry, Anna. For leaving, for not staying in contact, for getting married without you, and not telling you myself. But I'm here for your engagement, and-" Elsa's voice caught in her throat, and she swallowed hard to keep her tears at bay. "-and congratulations. I'm happy for you."
Anna's laughter was tinged with sorrow. "I don't want your sorrys."
"What do you want, Anna?" Elsa asked, her voice breaking.
"I don't know what I want! All I know is I don't need your empty apologies."
"Tell me!" Elsa demanded, her frustration rising.
Anna's voice dropped to a whisper, full of raw emotion. "I want those years back. The ones when I stood by the door, waiting for you every day. I wanted to run down the hall with you, have snowball fights, laugh with you…I wanted to cry with you. I just needed a sister I loved so much. There! That's what I fucking wanted, Elsa!"
The dam broke, and Elsa's tears spilled. "I was stupid to think we could be the same again," she cried. "I knew you had built up all this resentment, even if you didn't show it." Her eyes burned with the weight of it all.
"So was I," Anna whispered, her own tears now mingling with Elsa's.
Elsa buried her face in her hands, unable to hide the devastation. "I guess you still don't understand why I left," she murmured.
"I guess I don't," Anna replied softly.
"Do you want me to be honest, Anna?" Elsa asked, her voice shaky.
Anna fell silent, and Elsa took it as an invitation to speak her truth. "I didn't think it would affect you. You were so young, too young to remember our childhood memories. You had everyone who loved you. If anything, I thought leaving was the best thing for you. If I stayed, it would have been nothing but negativity."
"I know you suffered, but I was here," Anna pointed to Nana. "Our grandmother was here who loves you way more than me."
The scene was nothing short of chaotic. Nana, unable to bear the tension any longer, let out a heavy sigh and broke the silence that hung in the air. "Anna, I never-"
"Don't even, Nana," Anna interrupted, her voice raw with emotion. "We both know it's not true." She let her feelings pour out, unrestrained. "Elsa, you had us. You had the comforts of home. You had everything here, and it should've been enough. It wasn't that bad for you! You had everything."
The words sliced through Elsa like a blade. Her patience snapped, and she stood, her emotions boiling over. "I did not fucking have everything!" she shouted, no longer caring who heard. "I didn't have the peace you had. I didn't have the family you had. And most importantly, I didn't-" Elsa swallowed hard, her throat tightening. She closed her eyes, as if trying to block the weight of the truth she was about to speak. "-I didn't…have the love you had. I had no one who cared about me. You were too young to even understand the shit I went through. I could only play with you when I was allowed. And Nana-" She pointed to her grandmother, whose face was unreadable. "-She couldn't even make my life better. Her love wasn't enough. It was pitiful. So yes, Anna. It was bad. It was fucking hell. No one loved me. Okay? No one."
Nana's breath caught in her chest, the sting of Elsa's words settling deep within her. Only now did she fully realize how unfairly she had treated her granddaughters, how her efforts to shield Elsa from pain had inadvertently caused Anna to feel neglected.
Elsa froze, suddenly aware of the weight of what she had just said. Her heart raced, and she felt a sharp pang of guilt. She stumbled backward, flustered, her face pale. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't...I mean any of that," she stammered, her voice faltering. "I'm sorry to both of you. I ruined your happy day, and…I'm sorry. I'll go now. I need to leave." Elsa turned, her legs shaky, as she moved toward the door. "And congratulations, Anna. I think I have to go."
With her head low, Elsa walked toward her car, her footsteps heavy with regret.
Jack, who had been watching quietly, stood up without a word. He bowed his head respectfully and followed Elsa's lead. As he made his way past the table, he saw the expressions of hurt and disbelief on their faces. He paused, torn between saying something and respecting Elsa's need for space. In the end, he remained silent, choosing to observe from the corner, wanting to understand more about the pain Elsa had carried all these years.
Jack stood rigid, his eyes narrowing as the cruel voices surrounded him. He could hear every malicious word clearly, each one a barb aimed at Elsa.
Jacob Arandelle slapped Agnarr on the back with a hearty chuckle. "Didn't I tell you not to invite that cursed girl?"
Ella shook her head, her tone dripping with disdain. "If only she hadn't been born."
George chimed in, voice venomous. "As always, Elsa throws a tantrum and ruins the party."
Elizabeth added, her words like a dagger. "My son's right. You've spoiled that brat too much."
Carmen's voice cut through, sharp and uncompromising. "Next time, if you invite her, let me know so I can skip out."
Iduna, guilty and unsure, muttered, "It was Anna's request. You know we can never turn that down."
In the corner, a whisper snaked its way through the crowd. "God, that woman really looks like a witch. All that white hair. They were right."
Jack's fury boiled over. He couldn't contain the disgust and rage that surged through him. His voice rang out, a loud scoff that cut through the conversation. "I pity you all," he spat, making sure his words were unmistakable.
Smith, already a known enemy of Jack's, was quick to confront him, his face twisted with contempt. "What did you say, asshole?"
Jack leaned in close, his gaze cold as ice, and spoke slowly, deliberately, so there was no mistake. "I said I pity you. Was that not heard?"
The room fell into stunned silence, but Jacob Arandelle's voice shattered it. "Who let this man in? Kick this nobody out right now!" he screamed. But to his surprise, and everyone else's, no one moved. The guards who had been standing watch had mysteriously vanished.
Jack's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous confidence. "Oh, how I wish you knew who I am," he mused aloud, his tone heavy with disdain. He considered revealing his true identity, imagining the shock and humiliation it would bring. But for now, he relished the moment. "I truly pity this so-called family of yours. Elsa is an extraordinary person, kind-hearted, loving, and a joy to be around. It's an honor to be her husband, and every single day, I see just how remarkable she is. It's a pity you'll never truly know her. I'm glad for that, though, because you don't deserve even an ounce of her sincerity."
The room was silent for a moment, everyone shaken by Jack's words. Then, a soft murmur rippled through the crowd. "Oh, that's her husband," someone whispered, some faces filled with realization and others with disbelief. The revelation hit like a ton of bricks, some had forgotten Elsa was even married, and now it was clear who had been standing by her side.
Anthony, a man with a smile full of malice, let out a loud, mocking laugh. He stepped forward, grabbing Jack by the collar with a twisted grin. "Save the speech, lover. Did she pay you to say this? Did she spread her legs to-"
That was all Jack needed. Without hesitation, his fist slammed into Anthony's face, sending the man stumbling backward, his nose instantly bleeding. "Didn't I warn you assholes before to keep my wife's name out of your filthy mouth?" Jack snarled, his anger erupting like a volcano.
"Guards!" Agnarr yelled, scrambling for control as Anthony staggered, blood dripping from his nose. But it was clear to everyone in the room, no one had a chance against Jack. Not even the guards could stop him.
The guards' absence left the entire room frozen in confusion, an uncomfortable silence hanging thick in the air. Everyone stood still, waiting, unsure of what would happen next.
After what felt like an eternity, the guards finally arrived, and the family sighed in relief, thinking Smith and Anthony would be protected.
But that hope quickly turned to disbelief as the guards didn't grab Jack, but instead, seized Smith by the arms and shoved him to the ground, forcing his face into the floor.
Everyone froze as the realization hit-these weren't their guards.
Jack's personal security.
The room went deathly silent, all eyes on Jack as he methodically beat Anthony without a hint of remorse. His movements were slow and deliberate, enjoying the chaos he was causing.
A smirk curled on his lips as he gripped Anthony's face, now covered in blood, his swollen features barely recognizable.
"Ah, I love this look on you," Jack said, his voice dripping with mocking pleasure. "Look at that face...bloody, swollen...You won't be able to speak for weeks. You sure you can even hear me now?" Jack strangled him with one hand while pulling Anthony's hair with the other, lifting him off the ground as if he were a ragdoll. "You listen closely, you filthy piece of shit. If I ever hear my wife's name come out of your disgusting mouth again, I will end you."
With a quick shove, Jack released him, sending Anthony crashing to the floor, gasping for air. The mother shrieked in horror, her voice cracking as she called for her son.
Jack's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he looked around at the frozen crowd, his expression dripping with cold arrogance.
"Don't be dramatic," he said, his tone so nonchalant it was chilling. "He won't die. It's self-defense, after all. He touched me first."
The mother's eyes were bloodshot, full of desperation as she looked at her son, her words laced with anguish. "How is that self-defense? He's the only one hurt."
Jack chuckled darkly, strolling away from the fallen Anthony. "It's not my fault you gave birth to a weakling," he shot back without missing a beat. "Maybe you should teach him not to throw hands if he can't back it up."
Jack walked over to Nana, his voice now smooth, almost polite, though still tinged with disdain. "It was nice meeting you, Nana," he said, offering her a fleeting nod, as if the previous moments hadn't just unfolded in front of her. Then, turning toward his sister-in-law and her fiancé, he added, "Congratulations on your engagement. As you can see, I didn't start this mess, but l'll still apologize. I'll see you at the wedding. Have a good night."
His words were casual, almost too calm considering the carnage he'd just wrought.
There was a strange undercurrent of something more-something unspeakably dark-beneath his smooth exterior, but it was clear he wasn't done yet.
Although he still had unresolved feelings about the tension with Nana and Anna from earlier, he wasn't going to let his personal frustrations spill over, not in front of Elsa's family. Not unless they gave him a reason.
As Jack turned to leave, the room remained in stunned silence. The family couldn't process what they'd just witnessed. The man who had appeared so friendly and charming moments ago was a completely different beast-a demon unleashed for Elsa.
Jacob Arandelle, who had been standing off to the side, finally understood too late. He had underestimated Jack. The man wasn't just some rich boy. He was a force, capable of wiping out anyone who dared to harm Elsa. His wealth and power were nothing compared to the sheer wrath he could unleash.
The one question echoed in everyone's minds:
Who was he? And why did he choose Elsa?
But they didn't know. They didn't understand that Jack didn't choose Elsa. The universe had already chosen her for him.
Centuries ago.
Honestly, I didn't want to write a billionaire brutal Jack, but I got multiple requests. So here you have it, but he'll remain an adorable dork for everyone else.
And just a reminder:
Elsa's Mom's side
Grandmother: Nana Sofia Owen
Aunt and her husband: Elizabeth Liam & James Liam
Elizabeth's kid: George Liam (28)
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Elsa's Dad's side
Grandmother: Nona Ella Arandelle
Grandfather: Grampa Jacob Arandelle
First Uncle and his wife: Mark Arandelle & Carmen Arandelle.
Mark's kids: Olivia Arandelle (26), Smith Arandelle (25) and Belle Arandelle (24)
Second Uncle and his wife: Noah Arandelle & Poppy Arandelle
Noah's kids: Anthony Arandelle (22), Allan Arandelle (22) and Jacob Arandelle (18)