Father Winter, Snow Miser, Mr. Ten Below -- a lot of names, don't you think? I prefer Jack. Jack Frost. It's the one the Man in the Moon gave me. He also gave me purpose, so I think I'll trust his judgement.
Elsa runs — propriety be damned — towards the winter spirit as she catches sight of him. Seeing him causes a surge of panic and relief to flood her insides, the former the reason why she advances towards him in the first place. She can barely keep herself together now; she knows it’s bordering stupidity to worry over such trivial matters. But this particular matter is anything but trivial to her, hence why she needs Jack’s help. She pants slightly as she reaches him, her breath coming out in short puffs as her eyes blink back the tears threatening to fall. “I lost it, Jack,“ she begins, her composure poorly stitched fragments of cloth. “My mother’s necklace — I lost it, and now I can’t find it.”
The sound of heels clicking rapidly against the floor is what caught Jack’s attention, and he turned around worriedly. There aren’t many reasons for someone to be running towards a Guardian with an expression like that and he’s ready for trouble, grip tightening instinctively on his staff and feeling even more frost cover the wood. His body’s coiled tight, ready to– find a necklace? Wait, what?
"What does that have to do with me?” he demanded skeptically, raising an eyebrow and twirling his staff idly behind him. He regretted it a moment later, and shook his head. “I–I mean, of course I’ll help you find it, you just had me worried for a second, kiddo. Next time walk, okay?” A light laugh escaped his lips as he ran his fingers through alabaster hair. “Where was the last place you had it?”
⊰ ❆ ⊱ —— A hand comes up to swat the wooden thingamajig away, not in the mood to deal with him while she is in this condition. Ironic, it is; the Snow Queen beaten by a fever. ”Go away, Jack,“ she mumbles, snuggling deeper into her pillow with a groan.
"Not until you wake up.” He has to admit he’s enjoying the fact that the perfect Snow Queen is breaking the rules a little bit, but that’s really the only thing he can enjoy if she’s asleep. Not snowball fights or sliding down the hallways on ice – he wouldn’t have to freeze anything if he wore socks, but he still refuses after almost half a millennium.
Jack balances on a bed post. The absurdity of it is lost on him. "Elsa.” The tip of his staff prods her shoulder once, twice, three times in succession, his head tilting to the side in curiosity. “The sun’s in the middle of the sky.”
Oh no, who put me in charge of making my own graphic?
Now dude. I tried. I tried oh so very hard. I’m not even following that many people (164, actually) and all of you are fab and I debated just making a blogroll but then how would you all know how fab you are? These are some of the people that I enjoy seeing on my dash, or I have fantastic threads with them, or they make me laugh until I cry. Or cry until I laugh at myself. Most likely a combination of all of them. I am 100% certain I’ve forgotten some people, and I’m probably going to end up making ten more of these over the course of this account for all the amazing people I haven’t yet met, so if you’re not on here, it just means you should come into my askbox and say hi.
And this is completely not alphabetical. We can pretend it’s not because I’m tired, it’s because it’s a homage to all the stupid typing errors I make that you all put up with.
{ ❆ } —— ”Would you mind telling me who you are, first?“ She asked, then added as an afterthought, ”Please?" It was, after all, the polite thing to do. Besides, it wasn’t as though she didn’t want to continue the conversation, ( heavens know she needed more human interaction in her life ) it was just that it was becoming quite difficult to add some input when she had no idea who it was she was talking to, or what they were talking about.
"Jack Frost, at your service, your majesty,” he introduced with a dramatic bow, offering an almost playfully sly grin upwards. When he stood, he leaned his weight on his staff absent-mindedly as he looked her over in a curious manner. “And I am the Jack Frost you’re probably thinking of.” His snowy white hair and pale skin were the only features he had in common with the usual stories told about him, but frost crept over the ground where his staff touched as if daring Elsa not to believe him. Besides, people should start being happily surprised rather than just shocked that their dreaded winter weather was actually quite a dashing young man.
{ ❆ } —- She whirled around, instinctively clutching a hand to her chest, head tilted to the side as she took in his words. Though she had already went through what Anna dubbed the ‘fear phase’ where fear was in control of everything she did, and though she already accepted her abilities and was at the point of being proud of it, she was still wary about strangers —— especially strangers who knew of her powers and spoke of losing jobs.
”P—Pardon?”
“I mean, should we come to an agreement here? You take one hemisphere one week and I’ll the take the other? Trade off?” Jack suggested with a teasing light to his voice, staff slung over his shoulders. He had heard a lot about the Queen, most of it good, the rest of it the result of a held grudge and had come to Arendelle to see for himself. Another cryokinetic? That would certainly pique the interest of a winter spirit.
My muse has drawn your number. Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses would do while stuck in the closet together for 7 minutes.
12. Kiss on the neck.
3 minutes to go until their friends opened the door, and Jack had to admit he was really starting to feel the name of the game. He thought that maybe Elsa’s expression as he kissed up her throat implied she might be, too. While he hadn’t even been planning on going to this party, nevermind getting tipsy, and most definitely not playing one of the dumbest drinking games he’d ever of, he found that he was not regretting a single decision he’d made that night. That would wait until tomorrow morning, when his mouth tasted like bad choices and cheap alcohol.
For now though, his mouth tasted like Elsa. He pressed against the soft skin underneath her chin before his lips trailed towards the side of her neck, leaving the beginnings of dark marks wherever he kissed. His thumbs idly rubbed circles over her hips even as a particularly obvious hickey formed at the edge of her jawline just underneath her ear. The ribbing they’d both receive when their game ended and all of their friends noticed those marks already sounded in his head, but it was definitely not the most important thought right now — and definitely not the most important sound.
{ ❆ } —- It felt easy. So easy. Pushing her feet to propel her forward, Elsa took off on her left foot, managing three and a half revolutions before landing gracefully on her right, a smile gracing her face once she realized she’d done the triple axel correctly —— the revolutions were what got her every time, she never seemed to get them right —— and allowed herself a layback spin in glee, arching her back and lifting her leg, her hands forming a graceful arc above her.
It was so easy. Almost like breathing.
Deep breaths, Jack.
One, two, three.
It’s just ice. Nothing under there. The most that’ll happen is you embarrassing yourself and getting a bruised ass.
It’s not like you haven’t done that before.
It took some effort and not a small amount of willpower but his hands stopped shaking. There was nothing he could earn while sitting here, and he’d promised himself that he’d at least get out there today. He was off from work, had no plans, and nothing he needed to be doing, so out of past habit, this is where he’d come. Leaning against the side board of the rink, he tiled his head back against and it and tried to go over a routine in his head, but he couldn’t quite envision himself performing it. He remembered doing it, but it had been so long ago. Things had changed. But now, he wanted them to change back. With a soft exhale, Jack pushed himself up off the ground, balancing naturally on the skates and carefully stepping out onto the rink through the door. All he could do was hope he’d been out of the spotlight long enough for his local fame to have died down so nobody would recognize him here, and not collide into anybody.
