misterwhitewinter:

        _{{jack can’t even find it in himself to stare at her in utter horror. it had occurred to him that this exact situation would happen, and it was completely, entirely his fault for brushing it off. nah. elsa has some tact when it comes to dealing with sensitive issues, right? no. none at all, apparently, but the blame is on him for even asking her to. damn, he really would’ve been better off with anna helping him. at least she wouldn’t have said— said—}

              _{that. oh god, it’s still ringing in his ears and that poor girl has already started to cry. he raises his hands as if to comfort her — or maybe cling to her in just as much fright — but she’s instantly out the door as soon as the hat drops and jack and elsa are left alone. he doesn’t look at her then, just kind of nods vaguely and returns to the kitchen where the sizzling has grown louder. it’s the only thing that breaks the silence for a while.}}

    _{“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Can you hand me the plates?”}

             _{"You know, I don’t think I will. I’m done playing house with you.“}

          _{{ she doesn’t look at him. knows exactly what kind of face he’s making. knows how cold her words were and she’s not planning on making them any warmer. that’s the type of person she is after all. she doesn’t care about breaking hearts – that’s what she tells herself again and again.}

                                _{ｍａｙｂｅ ｏｎｅ ｄａｙ ｉｔ＇ｌｌ ｂｅ ｔｒｕｅ}

           _{but this is still better than the alternative. being hated is better than the possibility of killing someone. people get over emotional hurt. you can’t move past anything if you’re dead. }}

            _{"Your problem is solved. Give your dog my share, I don’t care what you do with it.”}