Three hundred years of loneliness had finally been broken. It’d been a small number at first, just the little boy who’d finally believed in him enough to actually see him. Then his friends. They told others, and soon there were people all over the place who could catch glimpses of him. Being brought through Blackpoint originally had been a beautiful thing for him. By nature of being fictional just like everyone else, everyone else was willing to believe that he existed. Finally, he could be seen by a large population of people. He’d met some extraordinary people since, but he’d also met the other half to his soul. And he’d decided that where she went, he’d follow.
Of course, Jack was well aware that he’d outlive Elsa. He knew he was immortal – more than that, he was a guardian. Time was a bit of a blur for Jack, who’d experienced so many years that even the twenty he’d spent in Blackpoint hadn’t seemed like much at all. They’d been his whole world, though.
He was excellent at denying the fact that Elsa’s mortality would eventually separate them. Perhaps that denial wasn’t really aided by the fact that he’d been aged by the portal, because such a thing only instilled a hope in him that there was something to be done to keep them from having to part. He’d promised to find a way, and he was determined to do so. It would just take a little time.
He’d spent much of the morning traveling, bring bits of coolness to the places across the world that needed it. He figured it was the least he could do, and it let him fly, which was always a plus. He’d gotten back before Elsa, something that was indicated fairly obviously by the soft sound of music that came from the ice record player (they’d discovered that this was the best, if not the only, way of playing music on something made of ice). He’d gotten supplies for dinner and was working on that when he heard her come in. “I’m in the kitchen, E,” he called out.