Elsa And Jack Frost Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Elena watched them both and tried to press the moment into memory like a flower between pages. That night, they curled up on the couch, the book resting between them like a fourth presence. Lila had fallen asleep with sticky fingers and a smear of chocolate on her cheek. Jack had one arm draped around Elena’s shoulders. "It’s like you grew a whole garden from ashes," he said softly. Elena tilted her head, touched by his words. "It still doesn’t feel real." "It’s real," he said. "And you’re the one who made it real." A few days later, her email chimed again.

Those who already thought there was no way to survive. One young Elf stood trembling in the square, her hands covering her face. “It’s over,” she wept. “It's over. The end is here. It’s over… it’s over…” Her feet stiffened. Her bare toes split open into pale roots, sinking gently into the earth below. Her legs creaked as her knees locked, bark spreading like frostbite up her thighs, her dress splitting as her body hardened into a gray trunk. Her arms reached out, fingers stiffening into brittle twigs. Her neck cracked—and her head tilted skyward, her hair fanning outward and transforming into delicate, hanging leaves.

Elsa said without stuttering at all. Dante looked at her and even grinned more widely. He went closer to Elsa again and pulled her into a hug. “I can't believe you are jealous of her,” Dante said with a soft chuckle. Elsa tried to pull away as she was getting annoyed with Dante now but he didn't let her go. “You find this amusing?” Elsa asked him as she pulled back her head to look up at him. “You are cute,” Dante said and began rubbing his nose against hers. Elsa burst into laughter immediately and all the jealousy she was feeling evaporated as she felt light immediately.

"That day, I wanted to help you, but Elsa pulled me away. A few days later, I heard you had to take a temporary leave from school, and I worried about you. "Ever since, I've been having these strange dreams. I dream that our family adopted you from the orphanage and you became my little sister. I dream that we study abroad together, that we get married, and that you tell me you want to be with me forever." His voice dropped to a soft whisper, and he lowered his gaze. Suddenly, he looked up at me and asked, "Enya, I wasn't dreaming, right? That really happened, didn't it? We were together. We started a business, got married, and had kids. We—"

Elsa POV cont'd I shushed my mouth immediately while I watched them. "I'll be taking your first daughter for the alpha instead of your second daughter Lisa" she said while smirking at my father. "Never!!!!" Father screamed turning the tea table upside down while glaring at the lady sitting across him who seemed unbothered by the tantrums he was throwing. "And why if I may ask?" She said, still putting on a smile on her face. "Doesn't she frown at all?" I found myself asking the question.

Alice gasped and rushed over pulling her away, “I’m so sorry she’s just confused-” “Am not!” She huffed, puffing out her cheeks, “you said if I asked her later I could play with him.” “Go play upstairs, we'll talk later." Alice ushered her over to the steps. “Wait!” Elias called and everyone's mouths gaped open as Elias turned to me, “you remember your dog right? I think he's just outside." “He is?” I cocked my head to the side. He nodded and gave me a peck on the cheek which was just an opportunity to whisper, “you share this with anyone and they'll be a punishment later.”

The insults dissolved as quickly as they had formed. Elsa stared in disbelief, shocked with how everyone easily changed stances. One of the perks of having a wolf, it makes people take you seriously. Jake suddenly stepped forward, walking past Jasper as if he didn’t exist. As if Elsa didn’t exist. “That’s not right,” Jasper muttered after him, his playful tone gone, replaced with something colder. He released Elsa and stepped back. “We will continue this later.” Then he walked away. The moment his warmth left her, Elsa’s knees nearly gave out. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as the hallway slowly returned to normal.

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”