More Taylor! Hooray!

Hope you all like the edit above. The photo wasn't drawn by me, but only colored by me :) I can't read the signature below, so this is credited to its rightful owner (whom, I cannot read lols)

Anywhale, y'all should be happy that I updated not too long after the previous chapter... and that's because my exams are coming up, and I need more time to procrastinate on studying! Yay!

By the way, Happy New Year to all of you! May the next year be sassy and sparkly for all of you, and continue being awesome... unless you're a bitch, because I wish you the worst, love.

Mkay, enough with the babble. Time for some Jelsa cheese! (weeeee~!)

 - - - - - Jack - - - - - ➳   

Elsa was covering her eyes from the lights, and I stayed on guard for her. I was used to this kind of treatment, so I just held my head high, since I'm sure as hell that they've got all the pictures that they wanted already.

Most of the people were yelling, "Who are you with Jack? Where did you two go?"

And like what I was always told to do whenever things like these happened, I kept my mouth shut.

She glanced at me, while cupping her face from the windshield of paparazzis— her blue eyes struck and shocked from being suddenly bombarded.

The lights inside her home lit up, and soon enough, I saw a glimpse of her dad getting out of their house to see the commotion outside.

The people averted their gaze to him, instead, which got Elsa out of her shell to quickly get out of the car before I could say anything.

"What's going on in here?" Mr. Hale's voice boomed across the street. The paparazzis stopped taking photos for a moment, and quickly dispersed when he added, "Get out of my front yard!"

Elsa briskly walked towards her father— hugging him as they met. Her dad stroked her hair for a moment, and whispered to her something very faint to my ears.

She nodded, and took one last glance at me before heading indoors.

I made my way out of my car to explain and to apologize to her father, but he quickly cut me off with a stern warning.

"I don't want my daughter to have any regrets," he started. "I raised her properly, and you're ruining it with your wild Californian ways."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hale," I apologized. "I didn't know. I just wanted to see her again."

"And that is exactly what I won't allow to happen anymore," he almost yelled. 

He stepped in further, and I took a huge step back. He said five of the worst words that I've ever heard of, "Stay away from my daughter."

"No, please," I pleaded. "I have to see her again. This summer is all we got."

"And she's the only Elsa that I got, and I don't want her life to be publicly ruined," he said. "You came here — making her the happiest she's been since her mother was alive, and when you leave, you're going to create a storm out of her. I don't want that to happen. I don't want her to get hurt."

No matter how you flip the world around, he was right. I was going to hurt her when I leave. And even if I was already gone, she'd continue grieving in the pieces of the story of us. I didn't want that to happen to her, but I knew it was inevitable. Things like these don't work this way. It's not like a fairytale book, nor what would happen to any kind of book. This was real life.

But I wanted to try because I know letting her go would be one of my greatest regrets in my life, if I don't try.

My heart was racing faster than it has ever been. It wasn't even close to my heart rate when I was picking up an American Music Award for the first time. It was pumping so hard, it would burst.

My mind went blank, and all I could see was Elsa peeking out of her bedroom window. She was crying her heart out, and half of her face was only to be seen in the glass. I had traumatized her.

Mr. Hale started to make his way back to his house, and I lingered at their front porch for a few more minutes— waiting for Elsa to disappear in her window. She started at me blankly— her eyes all drained out by the lights. Silent tears dripped down from her face, and it was all so clear to me. 

A girl with bright auburn hair came into view— seemingly, it was her sister, and she whispered words to Elsa, which made her nod and back away from the windows. 

That was the signal for me to leave, and so I did.

"I'm sorry, bro," Hiccup eased me back at the hotel room. "You shouldn't give up, though."

"Her father already told me to back off," I said— shaking my head. "And I know it was a long shot."

"But we came all the way here, man," he added. He stood up and faced me, eye to eye. "You're the Jack Frost. You don't give up. You're the bomb. Are you really going to let go of your potential happily ever after right 'ere?"

A fire broke out inside my heart as I said, "You're right. I'm not going to lose her."

 - - - - - Elsa - - - - - ➳

"Daddy, please," I sobbed, and grabbed ahold of his arm. "You can't do this to me. I have to see him again."

"Elsa, love, please listen to me," he replied with hurt in his eyes. I know he didn't want to do this. I know he doesn't want to. "I don't want you to get hurt. I love you so much, darling, and I can't bear to have your life ruined by the lights — his lights."

"Daddy, I know that. God, I think about the consequences every night, and you know what?" I paused. "I'm willing to take the risk. I'm willing to go through all those lights for him. I may have out-balanced myself tonight, but I will take it."

"And what about Robin?" Daddy spoke out.

I bit my lip, looking down at the subject. 

"He's waited forever, Elsa," he began. "He's already proved himself to me, and I want you to love someone who loves you the most."

"I will, Daddy," I said.

I understood why he had to do that. I was no longer upset with him because all he ever wanted was the best for me, for the best of Anna, Vera Lynn and me.

"And you must understand that I have to do what I must to know who loves me the most," I said. "I must do what I need to do to know who is the one."

He nodded— understanding my point, "Just, just be careful. You can make your own decisions now, and I trust that you know the consequences to them."

I nodded, too, in reply, and he started to make his way upstairs.

"But Elsa Hale, this does not mean I approve of him," he said before entering his room. "He has a lot to do to prove himself to me, and Robin proved that almost half his life."

"I know, Daddy," I said. "Good night."

"Good night, Elsa," he said. "This is the last time you're going to wake me up at 4 A.M."

"Was it magical?" Anna's eyes glimmered as I continued talking about my partial runaway with Jack. The tears subsided long before, since I knew what Daddy's purpose really was.

I bet my eyes glimmered as hers did, "Truly, madly, deeply, it was."

"Did you get to kiss him?" she blurted out.

"Not tonight, but I already have," I smiled.

"How many times?" she continued— adding more fuel to the fire of my story.

"Every moment seemed like an infinity, Ann," I replied. "It was like the number of nights that it would take you to count all the stars in the heavens. I've lost count."

"Sure seemed like you had a fun time," she smiled.

"I heard you and Daddy talking," she whispered. "About Robin, too."

I sat next to her on my bed— knowing that she would enlighten me, herself, "I'm losing my mind, Anna. I'm completely torn on who to choose."

"Well, I like Robin," Anna said. "But judging by the amount of posters of Jack you have wallpapered in your side of the room, choosing might not be the easy-cheesy thing for you to do right now."

"But, do you think I should choose any moment now?" I asked her. "I'm only hurting them, if I keep this two-timing thing going on."

"I don't see why you should cut it short when you're deciding," she said. "If they truly want you, and potentially want you, then they should learn to wait because you're one hell of a girl to be with as a girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes, "Haha, thanks, Anna. That was so nice of you to talk me into this."

"Vera's not here, so I might as well take in the role as your big... um... wiser sister," she giggled.

I still didn't sleep, for after everything that happened this night was still keeping me awake. I prayed for Jack to call me, since I never really got to say good night to him tonight. His voice would soothe me, like a lullaby.

I didn't wait too long until my prayers were answered.

"Hey, angel," he spoke out half-heartedly. "You aren't sleeping, yet?"

"I might as well ask you the same thing," I replied.

"Tonight was my fault," he apologized. "I'm sorry for everything, angel."

"Don't be," I said. "I took part in the crash as well."

"Are you feeling alright, by the way?" he asked. "Is the paparazzi blast wearing away?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I said back. "I hope you're fine as well, since I saw Daddy telling you off, and stuff."

"I'm good, too," he said.

"So... are you going to stay away?" I asked him.

It was completely his choice if he wanted to go on with all our secret rendezvous, and all. I could understand it if my dad gave him a better enough warning to cut off all connections with me. The path we're taking is reckless, but I couldn't just steer away from him. No matter how treacherous the slope is, I want it.

"I can't do that, angel," he said— which gave me a rush of relief. 

He took a deep breath and continued on, "You took your time to memorize me— my fears, my hopes, and dreams, and I love hanging out with you all the time... so I think that it's best if we both stay."

A/N: Another update before the new year ticks! Yay! Thank you again for a wonderful year, everyone. It's been such a blast, and I couldn't thank you all enough for all of the experiences you have all brought me.

Every page of this book had made me stronger than ever to continue writing for myself, and for all of you :3 

I wish that our next years would be as magical as the years past, but I do wish I stop being so lovesick and dumb in love, and stuff. I'm through with getting hurt, and I bet you all are, too. 

It's time to woman up, and be our own knights in shining armor :)

What was your highlight of the year? Or better yet, what do you think was the highlight of this story so far? I'd be glad to hear all your favorite parts, and we can talk about it down below :3

Thanks for 2015, everyone. Thanks for reading, for voting, and for being absolutely awesome (except for those bitchy, not-classy, not-awesome other people out there. You know exactly who y'all are.) :P

xoxo,
Julienne