Well I heard there was a secret chord

That David played

And it pleased the Lord

Jack flies back to his fjord, and notices that all fairytale creatures are gone. A few broken broomsticks here and there but other than that, just like home.

But you don't really care for music,

Do you?

Olaf sadly waddles away, but then looks over his shoulder one more time to see if Jack was still there, inviting him back. But he had flown off.

Well it goes like this

The fourth

The fifth,

The minor fall

And the major lift

Jack lands, and begins to pick up the broken broomsticks. He then steps on something, and when he looks to see what, all he sees is his reflection in a dirty, broken mirror.

The baffled king composing

Hallelujah

Elsa is looking in the mirror as she is being fitted for her wedding dress. To everyone she looks quite beautiful; but Elsa thought otherwise.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

After she's done being fitted, Elsa makes her way over to the window and sadly looks onto the courtyard of bustling people preparing for the wedding.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah...

Jack looks out the window as he washes his hands, thinking about how he just let Elsa get away.

Baby I've been here before

I've seen this room

And I've walked this floor (you know)

Jack turns around to pick up a fallen chair when he sees some sunflowers that had fallen out of the vase. He immediately thinks about Elsa again.

I used to live alone

Before I knew ya

Jack picks up a sunflower and throws it into the fire. He has his fjord back, and that's all he's ever needed. Right?

And I've seen your flag

On the marble arch

And love is not a victory march

Elsa looks at her self in the mirror one more time before she puts the veil over her face. She wants to be like all the others, living a happy, cursed-free life. But what about Jack?

It's a cold and it's a broken

Hallelujah

The Duke of Weaslton lets the Magic Mirror and one of his henchman admire him as he proudly has his hands on his hips.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah...

Elsa looks at the wedding cake, noticing how the Duke made his figure tall. Elsa shook her head before she pushed on his head, making the figure shorter. She turns and looks at the knight armor suit behind her, remembering how Jack had covered himself in a knight helm.

But all I've ever learned from love

Jack sits on a bench, alone, looking into the fire, remembering how he and Elsa had sat in front of one, and he was about to confess his feeling. Oh, why did he chicken out?

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

And it's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken

Hallelujah

Olaf sits and looks onto a stream, when all of a sudden he hears some soft moans of sadness. He turns and sees Toothless looking onto the stream, tears flowing from her eyes. Olaf then sits next to her, and they both share a smile.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Jack sits at a short, wooden table, alone. He looks at the empty chair in front of him, then back down at his food. If he had told Elsa his feelings, would she be sitting in that chair?

Hallelujah,

Elsa sat at a long table covered in white cloth. She looks up at the empty chair in front of her, then buries her face in her hands, crying. She wants Jack here, to make her laugh.

Hallelujah...

Jack has his face buried in his hands also. Why did he let her get away? Why?

He's broken from his thoughts when all of a sudden he hears a sound. Pushing back his chair, he stands up to go investigate.

He sees Olaf, pushing logs.

"Olaf? What are you doing?" Jack asks, baffled.

"I thought you would recognize a wall when you would see one," Olaf says, crossing his sticks, trying to look cool.

"Well, yeah. But the wall is supposed to go around my fjord, not through it," Jack points out.

"It is around your half! See? That's your's and this is mine. I got the pretty flower," Olaf brags.

"Oh. Your half. Hmm," Jack replies.

"Yeah, my half! I helped rescue the princess, I get half of the butt!" Olaf responds.

"Butt? Do you mean booty?" Jack interrupts.

"That too! The booty, an arm, a leg, half of everything! Now, please hand me the snowball. The one like your head," Olaf requests.

Instead, Jack picks up one of the logs Olaf was working with and pushes it at him. "Back off!"

"No, you back off!" Olaf pushes back. For a snowman with twigs for arms, he's surprisingly strong.

"This is my fjord!" Jack grunts as he pushes back.

"Our fjord!" Olaf responds as he also pushes.

"Let go, Olaf!" Jack demands.

"No, you let go!" Olaf responds.

"Stubborn snowman!" Jack grits his teeth as he pushes again.

"Meanie snowflake!" Olaf responds, not giving up.

"Fine!" Jack lets it go, and Olaf falls forward. Jack then begins walking towards the outhouse.

"Hey, hey! Come back! I'm not through with you yet!" Olaf recovers as he quickly runs towards Jack.

"Well I'm through with you!" Jack shouts over his shoulder.

"Uh, uh!" Olaf jumps in front of Jack, stopping him.

"With you it's always, 'Me, me, me!' Well guess what?! Now it's my turn! So you hush up and pay attention, mister! You are mean and you say rude things to me and don't appreciate what I do! You're always pushing me around or pushing me away!" As Olaf rants, Jack raises his eyebrows in surprise. Who knew that Olaf had a backbone? Or any bone, in that matter.

Jack regains his composure and he shoots back, "Oh yeah? Well if I treated you so bad, how come you came back?!"

"Because that's what friends do! They forgive and love each other! And love is putting someone else's needs before your's!" Olaf replies.

"Oh, yeah. You're right, Olaf. I forgive you," Jack lets out a short, sarcastic laugh. "For stabbing me in the back!" He then slams the door to the outhouse.

"Oh, you're so wrapped up in your fun times and snowballs that you ignore your feelings!" Olaf fumes as he plops down on a rock covered in snow.

"Go away!" Jack says from inside the outhouse.

"There you are, doing it again what you did to Elsa. All she ever did was like you. Maybe even love you," Olaf sighs.

"Love me? She said I was a horrible, hideous creature. I heard you two talking," Jack says, still in the outhouse.

"She wasn't talking about you!" Olaf stands up and turns around, facing the outhouse. "She was talking about-" Olaf catches himself. "Uh, someone else."

Theres a moment of silence before Jack opens the door and steps out. "She wasn't talking about me? Well then, who was she talking about?"

"Nuh-uh," Olaf turns around, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he sticks his head up in a sassy way. "I'm not saying anything. You don't even want me to talk. Am I right?"

"Olaf!" Jack persists.

"No!" Olaf shoots back.

"Okay, look. I'm sorry, alright?" Jack sighs, knowing that he truly upset the snowman. "I'm sorry. I guess I really am a stupid, ugly Snowflake. Can you forgive me?"

Olaf softens as he turns around and smiles a little. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right?"

"Right. Friends?" Jack holds out a hand.

"Friends," Olaf shakes it.

"So, um," Jack scratches his neck. "What did Elsa say about me?"

"What are you asking me for? Why don't you ask her?" Olaf suggests.

"The wedding!" Jack face palms himself. "We'll never make it in time!"

"Uh-uh-uh!" Olaf says. "For where there's a will, there's a way!" The snowman then whistles, and the dragon from Elsa's tower swoops down and lands in front of the duo.

Oh god... Jack thinks to himself.

*procastinates*

*procrastinates*

*repeats first step for about 5-6 months*

ASDFGHJKL I GOTTA WRITE A CHAPTER.

OHMIGERD GUYS I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME?!

Question: If you were Jack, would you ride Toothless to get to Elsa?

Who knows? Maybe he will, maybe he won't... *devlish smirk*