Chapter 38

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Elsa and Jack walked into the dining room together. They were attached together by their arms and probably would never stray further away from the other. She looked around the room. Thanatos sat at the head of the table. Tooth's body lied on the table, cold and lifeless and cracked. Pitch's body was less ceremoniously on the ground. Everyone shifted their positions when they entered and looked from Jack to Thanatos. Elsa half expected Jack to rebuke and take back his seat as king. Instead, Jack took the nearest seat and pulled Elsa onto his lap.

She looked around. Thanatos sighed and tossed Jack his journal. "Read the marked passages."

Jack skimmed over the passages and stiffened. He read, "It explains everything. It…you've known all along!"

"What?" Elsa tore the book out of his hands, eyes searching frantically. Apparently, everyone else had read it all because nobody itched to grab it from her. She read it over. It explained the bloodline, how a vampire was made, how a vampire was ended, and how a vampire died. It explained what really went down the night he cursed them all. "All Tooth had to do…was want for death? How does – I hate the supernatural world."

"But there is a way to fix her," Thanatos seemed desperate, a tone she'd never heard from him before. This piqued everyone's interest. "When she switched sides, it wasn't just out of her good heart. I had to bait her because, hell, you guys were not doing the greatest."

"Hey!" Shira interjected.

"You set yourselves out in the open like sitting ducks for hundreds of years! It was only a matter of time," Thanatos shouted in frustration. Elsa raised an eyebrow. He took a breath. "Anyhow, she out of all of you hated the curse most, despite how heartless she had seemed."

Elsa had a hard time believing that. She had joined in on the massacre at her castle. Jack had mentioned a few of her greatest holocausts. She was no saint or of the heavy hearted.

"But she did not want death, either. She envied me for a while – such a great thing about emotions. It exposes your weakness straight away. I created a spell for her, doubting it'd come to this. But, it did."

Everyone was staring at him, waiting. Elsa knew this couldn't have been leading somewhere good. He was stalling. She cleared her throat, glaring. She didn't love Tooth, but she'd always feel the weight of her death on her shoulders more than anyone else. She knew the girl, and despite being plagued with strong vampire emotions of jealousy, she wanted what every girl wanted: somebody she belonged with, somewhere safe. Elsa couldn't let her die without her finding that some one.

Thanatos took a deep breath and stared at Jack, pleading with him to help in some horrid choice he clearly had to make. "She must be taken to the volcano where I created the vampire curse and thrown into the lava alongside a human sacrifice."

It took a few seconds for the news to set in. We all looked around, knowing exactly what we wanted to do. It was all in the matter of who had the guts to admit to it aloud. Finally, Shira said, "So we have to choose a random person to carry her to the volcano?"

Thanatos sighed and shook his head. My heart dropped. I think we all knew it would never have been that simple. "No," he said, not meeting anyone's eyes. "It must be a person who has dealt with the supernatural world before." Nobody seemed to get it. Finally, he glared hard at Jack. "It must be a previous vampire."

Everyone was silent for another ten seconds before they burst into arguments. "I'll go," Bunnymund stood from his chair. Immediately, Shira protested.

"Are you kidding me? She hated you, why should you die for her?"

"Somebody has to," Elsa stood as well. "She did this to save all of our asses."

"She made me kill you," Jack interjected. "Does she really deserve this?"

"I wanted death before, and I can want it again," Bunnymund continued.

"We could be a family, Bunny!" Shira shoved his chest in anger. "She was a bitch for centuries! Does three days of honorable service make up for that?"

"She gave up sixty years of a real life for us," Elsa said. "Yes, it does."

"She never wanted to be human in the first place," Jack said. "She won't be human. We can all have real lives."

"Does it matter? She can live out her life how she wants," Elsa yelled.

"She might enjoy it. But she might not. We will enjoy it," Shira shouted back. "We won't take this for granted."

"I can't live knowing I could have helped Tooth," Elsa breathed. "She saved my life-,"

"A life that was only in danger because she put it there!" Jack screamed. "Elsa, come on…"

The shouting became louder and louder. Shira and Jack joined forces, as did Bunnymund. The only one who didn't speak with North. He held his tongue while deep in thought. There was no debate for him. The kids had a point: they'd use this life to their advantage. They'd have kids and a family. But North had tasted true adulthood. Nearing his fifties, he didn't know what kind of life he'd have now that he could grow older. Sure he would be a grandfather figure for both families, but he'd never have what he used to back in his prime.

He didn't want to try and mimic the life he'd had before.

"I'm doing it and that's final," North announced.

. . .

"Are you crazy?"

"You'll die!"

"She's not worth it, North, not for you."

"North, please!"

He ignored everyone and walked out the door. They all followed him to his room, where he looked at all of his things. "Snowflake, please come in," North asked. Elsa was on the verge of vomiting. With shaking legs, she followed him inside. Never having entered his room before, she was surprised at the amazing art pieces he'd collected over the centuries. She grew up studying some of these, and he had them! Elsa gaped at him.

"North, why must it be you?" She whispered. North turned around from looking out he window at the vast land. With a sigh, he sat on the bed and patter the spot beside him. Elsa reluctantly sat.

"Nothing is left for me here. Human body, old age…no appeal." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanatos told us where death once was, death will always be." He shrugged. "It is my time."

"But what about me?" Elsa stood, crossing her arms like a child. She couldn't help it. He was the one person who never faulted her, who never left her. She needed him. She depended on him. "Hmm? Don't you think I deserve somebody I have always trusted?"

He looked sadly up at her. "You do," he nodded. Elsa sniffled, trying to hold back her tears. She knew there was no way of talking him out of this, and she wanted to curse the world for it. But she'd try. "But a snowflake must melt away at some time. I am blocking the heat from you, snowflake. You must melt."

Elsa knew what he was saying. She knew she must melt, must grow up eventually, but she didn't want to. She wanted the man who was more a father to her than anyone. She wanted familiarity. She wanted somebody she could rely on to know what to do.

"I'll miss you," she flung her arms around him and cried into his shirt. He chuckled softly and rubbed her back.

"I miss you the most," he whispered. She laughed without any joy. When she finally let go, North reached to his beside table. Elsa eyed what he brought into his hands with curiosity. It was a small, hand-crafted rattle made of metal that had to take years to perfect. And North delicately place the gift into her hands. Elsa gasped. "For you. The first gift to your baby must mean something."

Elsa silently wept as tears streamed down her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. He kissed the top of her head and walked to the door, shrugging on an extra shirt. She grasped his wrist. "For everything…you have saved my life in more ways than you think."

He smiled kindly at her and kissed her hand before exiting where everyone crowded around him, asking and demanding him to stop. Shira was yelling at him. Bunnymund was still offering up his life. And Jack? Jack was heartbroken, saying little but looking with defiance. "You don't have to do this." Jack glared. North shook his head.

"She was lost for so long, Jack, and died right after she found her way," North sighed. "Just make sure she doesn't lose her sight again."

Elsa caught up to them as he was scooping Tooth up into his arms. There was such strong determination on his face. He was a soldier going into battle, doing what was right even though it wasn't his direct job. He thought it was. He fought for the good.

"North, no!" Shira cried, running after him. Bunnymund wrapped his arms around her waist and held her back, finally seeing what everyone else grimly saw. Shira wept into his body long after North and Tooth had disappeared. Elsa stumbled into Jack's side. He looked on, not daring to move his eyes from the path North walked.

"How will Tooth get back?" Jack asked dully, not looking as he spoke to Thanatos. He had the decency to watch North take his final trip despite him being the one who put him there.

"I will collect her immortal body from the volcano and take her to the temple of Moon, who will grant her a power of some sort," he said in affirmation. Then, he tilted his head in farewell. "I am so sorry it had to be this way. I will bring Tooth back to you by the end of the month."

Then, Thanatos disappeared behind North.

. . .

4 Months Later

Elsa sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at Jack's sleeping form, and a smile formed instinctively to her lips. It had been a hard month. Without thinking much about it, she grabbed the rattle on the edge of the nightstand and held it in her hands. She turned it, memorizing every imprint and design in the metal. When she shook it, bells rang in a high pitched tone she could hardly hear, but she did hear it.

She would have trouble parting with it. Every time she held it, she remembered North. To everyone else, she supposed it was easier for them. They had so many memories. For Elsa, he'd been nothing short of gallant. Every memory of North was good and pure. He'd saved her more than she could count: her relationship, her life, her happiness, her security…everything.

"Thinking about North?" Jack startled her, his voice by her ear. She jumped and smiled wistfully at him.

Sighing, "I can hardly think of him as dead…only gone."

Jack nodded and rubbed her barren shoulders. She leaned back into him and sat the rattle back on the nightstand. His lips pressed against her neck. "Any luck?"

Elsa still blushed at the notion. "Well, it's been three days since I was due." She shrugged, owning a smile that kept growing. Jack grinned with elation. She turned her body into his. "I think the honeymoon really got it going."

Jack chuckled dirtily. "We can arrange for a second one if the first didn't work," he growled, nipping at her ear. Elsa giggled, bringing her lips to his. Jack kissed her with slow passion. She noticed ever since she got her period that second month, Jack had been less focused on her face than her stomach. Every time they made out, his hands would caress her stomach instead of her cheeks. Elsa loved it.

Suddenly, a shout came from down the hall. They pulled apart, Jack's tongue still halfway out, and jumped up. Hastily throwing on her robe, Elsa fled the room to where the shout came from. She wasn't prepared for the sight she saw.

Blood was all over them!

And Shira was jumping for joy. "I got it, I got it, I got it!" She screeched, flinging her body around Bunnymund, who tried his best not to grimace. They were both stark naked. Elsa looked to the bed and saw red sheets. And then she put two and two together.

"Your period?" Elsa asked. She had gotten her own 2 months after she became human again. Shira had been freaking out when she didn't get hers. Bunnymund was less worried. Everyone but Shira thought she was just delayed longer because she had been a vampire for so much longer. Shira, however, had thought she was broken.

"That's…disgusting," Jack gagged from behind Elsa. She spun around with a flustered smile and shoved Jack gently out into the hall. She began to follow until she heard a cry of a baby.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Anna shouted. Elsa instinctively stiffened and turned around. Anna was storming down the hall with Olaf crying in her arms. She entered the room, mouth open to scream, when she suddenly pulled away and began to gag. Elsa took Olaf from her before she dropped the boy. "WHAT THE HELL? TAKE A BATH, YOU BLUNDERING, DISGUSTING CAVEMENT!"

Kristoff came running out in only his underwear, and Elsa had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. He looked from the still gagging, slightly overdramatic Anna to Olaf and sighed. One look in there and he grimaced, taking Olaf back from Elsa. "…Why?"

Jack wrapped his arms around Elsa's waist from behind, remembering the day they both jumped with joy over the news, although it was much more private. "She can get pregnant now."

His eyes widened and nodded before going back to bed, rocking Olaf back to sleep as well. Anna finally sobered up and looked from Elsa to Jack and back to Elsa. "Um, sorry."

"It is fine," Elsa said curtly, and then remembered she was trying to forgive Anna. It was Jack's idea to let them move in. When they handed most of Guardia over to Elsa's parents, who they hated to admit did run a smooth human country, Anna's castle was being used a lot more by new founded royalty, so much so they could hardly breathe. It had been a full month that they had been settled in. Anna had obviously begged for forgiveness as soon as she saw Elsa back in human form. And Elsa had promised to work on it, but both girls knew things would never go back to the way they had been. Everything was different now.

But Elsa knew it was all somewhat worth it. "Um," Elsa wracked her brain for something nicer to say. Anna seemed reluctant to leave, as well. "Would you like to have breakfast with me today?"

Anna's eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas. She nodded eagerly. "Yes, oh very much yes!" Elsa smiled halfheartedly.

"Will I be-?" Jack began to ask, knowing the answer already.

"Didn't you have to go over the boundaries of our land again with my parents?" Elsa spun around, looking at him intently. It was completely false. They went over that months ago. He kept Guardia and the surrounding four villages while his parents-in-law got everything else. Despite Jack wanting to kill her parents for what they put Elsa through, and how they spoke to her, Elsa made a good point. That was the best way to keep them out of their hair. But Jack knew why Elsa looked so frightened when he was about to ask if he would be joining. Notwithstanding the peace between the sisters, Elsa didn't trust Anna that much.

She knew in her mind that she wouldn't hurt the human Jack Frost, but ever second Jack was close to Anna, her heart hurt. She remembered the depression and pain she'd gone through by not just losing Jack, but by the hands of her sister as well. Elsa vowed never to let that happen, ever.

Anna tried to hide the hurt look on her face, but Elsa knew her sister too well. Despite how much she wanted to chop off her own tongue, she knew steps on her part needed to be made. So she rebuked herself. "But you know what?" She said with a fake smile, one that she got when she felt she was treading on thin ice. "You can deal with that later. Join us for breakfast, Jack."

Jack and Anna both grew huge smiles. He kissed her cheek sloppily. "Good job, Mrs. Frost," he whispered in her ear, making Elsa giggle. Then he headed back to their room to get ready.

Anna seemed to be debating something for split second before she ran and flung her arms around Elsa. She was so shocked she didn't even hug back, but Anna didn't care. Elsa didn't shove her off, which was like a hug in her own words. "Thank you," she breathed.

It was a good day. Everyone was happy and doing well, even with Bunnymund not eating a thing the entire day. He said he had lost his appetite, and nobody could blame him. It was dinner that surprised them the most. Everyone was sitting in the large dining hall, laughing at Kristoff's attempts of using the proper silverware and the way Olaf flung food into Sven's coat of fur. Elsa was even in deep conversation with her sister about the possibility of a baby on the way.

Then the doors burst open. The guards were sputtering apologies, claiming they couldn't stop the two witches. But at their last words, everyone at the table relaxed. And the two figures took off their hoods. There stood Thanatos and Tooth, grinning like devils, hand in hand.

"So. Who knows some good a honeymoon spot?"

A/N: AHHH I'M FINALLY FINISHED! The reviews have been incredible. I never in my life dreamed to get over five hundred. I hate that I took so damn long to finish this story. I hate to say that it kind of happens often. You all have been amazing readers and I can't thank you enough for reading this. I hope it was good. It got a little wild for me. My plot made sense, but then I kind of got in over my head while writing it. I also got a little distracted by the Jelsa addiction. It wasn't what I was looking for, but I still loved writing this.

I am so freaking sorry. I don't even have a good excuse other than I got bored of the Jelsa love for a bit (how I did, idk). I'm not expecting many reviews, but if you do leave one, I'd love you forever. As promised, I want to give you all a sneak peak to my next story.

Background information: It is a Clary x Jace fan fiction from The Mortal Instruments, but you don't have to have read these or seen these books/movie/series. It is in Clary's perspective.

Important: They live in a world where being gay is normal and being straight is frowned upon and considered a sin. So without further a due, here is a clip from it.

"And I heard one of their older kids got expelled from school."

"Why?"

I looked at him, "I don't know everything, Simon. Go ask."

His eyes bulged out of his head. "Ask?" he laughed without humor. "No way, just look at those cars. You know somebody hot and dangerous drives those things." I grinned and looked from him back to the house. One of the doors finally opened.

"Let's go find out," I hissed and jumped off the picnic table. The three other car doors opened. I scanned the backs of them. There was a tall blonde boy getting out of the black mustang. He caught my eye because his hair contrasted so distinctly from his black clothing. Then there was another tall boy with black hair, but he seemed slightly buffer than the blonde. He was also dressed in black. Finally, I saw the girl. She had long black flowing hair and was so much taller than I was. Her body had curves and a decent butt. I forced myself to stare at it in those black leggings, trying to sexualize any part of her body. But all I felt was envy. She had a great body, but the lust was missing.

I faltered in my step when the blonde turned around. I found the lust. He had stolen it all. His face reminded me of those of an angel. His jaw line was never-ending. Blue eyes popped and sparked against his plump, full lips. And his hair seemed like it came out of a model catalogue.

Suddenly, a car whooshed past my face and I fell back. "Clary! Are you trying to get hit?" Simon shouted. I took a breath, trying to force these feelings away. They were wrong. They were so wrong. Surely I was just confused. God made people to form alike groups. Nobody liked being different, so they wouldn't marry somebody different. And He said it was a sin to sleep with the opposite sex outside of the breeding month. Jace was handsome; anyone would admit that. I wasn't blind so of course I felt slightly altered.

I shook my head and continued across the street. The three kids were grouped together by the last open space of their driveway. "Maryse drives like a snail – give her ten minutes more," spoke the blonde haired kid. He saw me first and pushed off his car, studying me. The other two followed suit, watching my every move as I stepped onto their driveway.

"So which one of you got expelled?" I asked, looking from each person. Blondie's gaze held mine for far too long. I tried to force down my blush.

"That's be Jace," the girl cocked her head towards Blondie. Jace seemed to fit his posture. He tilted his head back, observing me some more. "How did you know?"

I grinned, "This is a small town." Simon coughed from the other side of the road and I looked over my shoulder, rolling my eyes. "Simon wants to know why you got kicked out."

"Why didn't Simon ask?" the girl spoke again, craning her head to look at Simon. Her eyebrows raised in approval. Was she checking him out? That was the look Aline gave me every time I passed her in the hallway. I wasn't used to flirting, but that looked like it. I shuddered. Now that was gross.

"Wimp," I shrugged, looking expectantly to Jace. He seemed to see my gaze for the first time and chuckled. He ran his hand though his hair and looked at me with wild eyes.

"Supposedly, I 'seduced' two girls at school," he deadpanned, waiting expectantly to see my reaction. So he was the straight one. I easily could have pegged that. He radiated hetero vibes of hotness. Then again, I could easily see the black haired boy being straight. He seemed so incredibly cold, though, and it scared me.

"Supposedly?" I snorted, cocking a hip to the side as I smirked. I vaguely felt like I was flirting and tried to change my posture, but that just made it worse. Stop over thinking things, Clary. You are gay now, just like everyone else. Except Jace.

Jace laughed in surprise. Clearly, they were expecting a totally different response from me. "They caught the three of us in the closet-,"

"How ironic," I muttered. His eyes sparkled with devious mirth.

"One of the girl's moms was the principal, and the other girl tried to sue him when her dads found out," the quieter boy stated. "Look, we really need to unpack."

"Alec, don't be so rude," the girl shoved her brother's shoulder. She looked me up and down. Oh no, if she were another Aline, I'd die. After all the rumors going around at school, most of the girls had stopped flirting with me, but Aline was resilient. She was also a whore. "I'm Isabelle, this is Alec, and that's Jace." She gestured respectively to the boys.

"I'm Clary. You all-," I was cut off suddenly when a hand grabbed my hair and pulled me hard. I shouted, cringing and following the hand. "Ow, hey! What the fuck?"

"Clarissa Morgenstern, what do you think you're doing?" I recognized the voice as my dad. I'd never seen Jo angry enough to manhandle me. Normally, that was strictly Valentine. Jo released her a few feet away from the group of teenagers.

"Greeting the neighbors," I said too quickly. Jo looked frantically from me to the three teenagers, who were watching this fiasco with mild curiosity.

"Do you know who they are?" Jo yell-whispered. He looked genuinely scared. "Do you know what your father would do to you if he knew what you've done?"

I scoffed, "What have I done exactly, dad?"

He looked from the kids and back to her again. "Clary, one of those boys is a hetero! No doubt he was fantasizing about doing who knows what to you!" The comment was both horribly offensive and completely, one hundred percent ignorant.

"But it would be fine if she was, right?" I glared. Jo's mouth fell open, but I knew that look. He clearly wouldn't have had a problem. I turned away and blew out a long breath of air. "Right. Thanks, Dad, for watching out for me. God forbid he might think my hair looks accentuating."

A/N: This will be called "A World Reversed." I'll be posting the full chapter (bc that was a mid-chapter clip of it) within the next week or so. Check it out, even if you've never heard of the fandom before!

Thanks for reading all of this way too long story, too, guys. Love you!