jelsa fanfic chapter two

chapter two
Jack frost flew through the mountains; he loved the way the wind whipped and blew his white hair around. When Jack landed on a ridge, he felt a shuffling in his hoodie pocket and a small hummingbird-like creature emerged. “Oh a stowaway,” Jack giggled, “what were you doing in there baby tooth?” he asked. Baby tooth twittered, put her head on her tiny hands and pretended to snore.  “Well I’d prefer it in future if you didn’t take naps in my pocket,” Jack objected, “Tooth`s probably worried sick,” he pointed out. Baby tooth hung her head.  “You`d better get back in there before you freeze,” the boy instructed.  Baby Tooth did as she was told and burrowed back into the depths of the winter spirit`s pocket.

Jack took to the air once more. The wind led him over something dark blue and sparkly. The boy landed to investigate. Upon closer inspection, Jack discovered that it was a girl wearing a pretty blue gown. Her platinum blonde hair was in a flowing French braid, which was pinned with tiny snowflake barrettes. The girl was unconscious, and probably wouldn’t last much longer in the thick snow and howling wind. Yet it was strange that the girl, whoever she was, didn’t even feel cold. Jack decided to take her to the Pole anyway; North would certainly know what to do. Jack scooped up the young maiden and carried her to the safety of the North Pole.

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Prince Hans paced the length of the ballroom, berating his soldiers in the process. “How could you let her escape? As long as Elsa is alive, I can’t become king!” he scolded.
“We could always lie and tell the citizens that Elsa is dead,” a soldier suggested.
“Why that`s despicable,” Hans described before laughing evilly, “I love it,” he declared ominously.




Sometime later, in the dungeon, Anna sobbed when she heard of Elsa`s supposed death.  Kristoff comforted the princess, who wept on his shoulder.  “This is all my fault Kristoff,” Anna blubbered.
“No it`s not Anna,” Kristoff consoled.
“Yes it is,” Anna, insisted, “if I hadn’t been so desperate not to be alone, I wouldn’t have met Hans and none of this would have happened,” she lamented.
“It`s going to be ok Anna, you`ve still got Olaf, Sven and me,” Kristoff pointed out.
“I don’t have Olaf anymore, without Elsa`s magic he`s probably a puddle by now,” Anna explained through choking sobs, “all I have left of my sister is this,” Anna revealed as she pulled a teal glove from her dress. Kristoff looked confused. “It`s the glove I pulled off when we fought last year, right before the winter,” Anna clarified, wiping away tears. Kristoff fingered the exquisite glove; he had never seen anything like it. The design was elaborate and delicate yet strong and complicated, “just like Elsa,” he thought.

Just then, Sven arrived at the cell window and bellowed for Kristoff. “Sven,” Kristoff hushed, “I`ve got a feeling Elsa`s not dead, can you find her?”  Sven cocked his head, clearly confused. Kristoff passed the glove through the bars of the window. Sven took a good sniff. “Good boy, now find Elsa,” Sven nodded, rubbed his nose against the glove and sped away.  


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