Second requested one-shot! Thanks to @FANGIRL_ISLAND for the unique request! I loved forming a plot for your wanted story :) Hope you will enjoy the one-shot! Disclaimer: All rights go to Disney and Dreamworks. Now working on the 2nd part :)

"Is everything in check already?" Jack asks his secretary, Toothiana, as they both walk along the corridor of the main office building of Guardian Corporation.

"The stage is all set," she informs him, "including the presidential table and podium."

Jack flashes a smile at his secretary, "Perfect. I'm not trying to want everything, but if ever I garner most of the votes and become the next C.O.O of this corporation, I'll grant you a two-week long vacation for you and your husband." He says as the both of them enter the elevator. Toothiana presses the button that will take them to the ground floor.

"How kind of you, sir. I'm sure my fellow employees will vote for you," she flashes a smile at her boss. "After all, you are a good man."

Jack huffs out a breath of nervousness and darts his eyes in different directions. "Yeah...but I don't think others see me in that kind of light."

The elevator dings and its doors open, welcoming them to the ground floor where a lot of cameras are waiting for them. Jack forces a small grin in his features and steps out of the elevator greeting news reporters and journalists behind police officers holding them back.

This is a big event for the corporation. One of the most prominent businesses in the area is going to have a new team of people leading, they must surely vote for the best in order to maintain its high rank in the country's economy.

"Mister Frost, what are you planning to do if ever you get elected as the new Chief Operations Officer?"
"Mister Jack Frost, do you think the business needs to go under reformation?"
"What changes do you think the corporation need?"
"Are you and Mister Hans Southern really head-to-head against each other?"

"Mister Frost will answer your questions later during the actual press conference," Toothiana announces, raising her voice so that she could be heard throughout the area. "Surely, with the given time period, Mister Frost will fondly answer your questions." With her statement, their voices quiet down except for the clicks of their cameras. But the lessening of noise was enough for Jack.

He mouths the words, Thank you at Toothiana. She gives him a nod and they both continue to walk towards the room where the conference will be held.

Both enter through the grand doors of the room and at the front is a stage with a long, decorated table on it. Three chairs are neatly placed behind the table. Seated on one of the chairs is Jack's only competitor, Hans Southern. With his auburn hair (including the sideburns) and his cocky smile, Hans eyes Jack as he goes up the stage to sit on the other seat by the side. Toothiana takes a seat beside the secretary of Hans at the bottom of the stage.

"Someone seemed to get held up," Hans comments with a smug look on his face.

Jack scoffs and clasps his hands together, "Well I don't really mind. At least it shows that they care."

Hans clucks his tongue. "I think you have misinterpreted that whole ordeal," he mutters.

"Did you say something?" Jack asks innocently. Clearly he did not hear what Hans uttered under his breath.

"Nothing important," Hans declares with a smile. "I'm just scared that I might misinterpret the questions the press may fire at us."

"Me too," Jack agrees nonchalantly.

"But I bet you'll do great," Hans says before turning his head to the opposite side to hide his sinister smile.

"I know that you'll do great too," Jack says back, clearly not knowing the sardonic intentions of Hans Southern.

The CEO of Guardian Corporation, Sir North Pole, then enters the conference room. News reporters and cameras follow right behind him. With his head held up high, he struts to the stage and one could feel the palpable aura that radiates off of him in the room. Jack and Hans stand as the CEO enters out of respect for the main boss of the corporation.

As Sir North reaches the stage he smiles at Jack and Hans. "Hello, boys." He greets them in a low voice, "I hope you are ready for this press conference." Jack gulps nervously as he realizes that this is it.

North turns to face the cameras and news reporters, "Good day to everyone!" The clicks coming from the cameras go wild as North officially starts the press conference. "Guardian Corporation has been serving the public for over 50 years already. And every eight years, our dear employees vote for who will be our next Chief Operations Officer. Why do we allow voting when I can just assign the next COO? Well, as a corporation for the people I want to let our people choose who can lead them to success."

The people applaud as North beams at them. "Now, I wouldn't want the press to wait any longer. I would like to call Mister Jack Frost to be the first to answer questions from the press regarding anything about the corporation." North looks at Jack as he finishes. Jack stands and walks to the podium, passing by North in the process.

"You only have five minutes to answer their questions," North whispers to him. "Make each answer count." Jack nods dutifully and stands in front of the podium. He adjusts the microphone to his level.

"A pleasant morning to all," Jack starts, "I am here today to-"

"Mister Frost, what do you plan to do if ever you get the COO?" One reporter cuts off Jack mid-speech.

"Uh," Jack utters as he is taken aback with the sudden intrusion.

"Sir Jack Frost, do you want to ever make changes with the corporation?" Another one asks.

"Wait, wait." Jack raises his hands. "I shall answer all your questions. Just please say them one by one."

"Well you have to think fast because you only have three minutes left," one journalist comments out loud.

"And he was even planning to introduce himself first, what a joke." The news reporters and journalists laugh altogether. This leaves Jack in a tight and awkward position. This is the first time he is treated like a fool.

Through the corner of his eye, he sees Toothiana standing with clenched fists. It was clear that she too was mad.

"Let me tell you this," Jack says with much conviction. It's all up to him to control the crowd and let them know that he is worthy to be the next in charge. "I know this corporation is built well because of the people involved. I care about the employees as much as I care for what we produce for the public. If the employees want to see a change, then they should choose me to lead them. I know that I can be a catalyst to them and the corporation. Thank you," he finishes with a smile no longer there on his face. He is beyond pissed. Although he is doing his best to mask how he truly feels. "And now, I would like to call Mister Hans Southern to answer your questions for him."

Jack walks back to his seat beside North. The CEO leans close to him and whispers, "That's okay. There is always a first time."

But Jack is not okay at all. Sure it was his first time, but if ever he would find another chance to do it better he would have to wait another eight years. And, in all honesty, that would be too much of a wait.

"Should I still introduce myself? Or will I also just be wasting a lot of my time?" Hans speaks into microphone with a smug look.

Jack suppresses an eyeroll. And lets out a heavy breath.

The journalists and news reporters heartily laugh with Hans. Jack could not believe that he is being ridiculed by almost everyone in the room. Even North laughs along innocently. "This kid is really funny, right Jack?" He nudges Jack with his elbow.

"Yeah, he is." Jack, with gritted teeth, agrees just for the sake of it.

"Okay, enough with the laughter. I would like to hear your questions for me and I will answer them with such ease." Hans says.

"Mister Hans, why do you think should you be the next COO?"

"Simple," Hans starts with grit. "I will give the employees what they truly need- a raise in their salary. Let's face it, money can't buy happiness but we do need it to even sustain such happiness we currently have. I don't want my employees to suffer because of their bills to pay. I will give all of them a sure raise."

And to Jack's surprise, some journalists and news reporters clap their hands because of his answer. "What?" Jack spits out under his breath in disbelief. Were they just really playing with him when it was his turn?

"Any more questions?" Hans asks smugly.

"That's enough for us already, Mister Southern," one journalist answers. "That answer held much information we and your employees need to know if you truly are COO-material."

"Unbelievable," Jack whispers. It was unbelievable for him to see the news reporters and journalists agree with just one answer from Hans.

And just with the rapport of Hans with the crowd, Jack knew that he was not going to stand a chance against him.

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It was not even a close fight.

Hans had 80 percent of the votes, Jack had only 10 percent since the other 10 percent were from those who voted for no one.

Toothiana took the results by surprise. "I swear, sir." She says upon knowing the outcome. "I talked with a lot of employees and they said that they voted for you."

"Thank you, Toothiana." Jack says flatly. "But nothing can change the results. I'm done here. I can't stand even being in this office," Jack continues in dismay, walking out from his office.

And now he is at a bar, drinking alcohol like as if his life depends on it. Does Jack want to wallow in his defeat forever? He's almost at the brink of wanting to just quit.

"One more," he commands with words slurred, bringing his empty shot glass to the air. The bartender, who is drying some of the newly-washed glasses, sighs.

"Whoa, dude. I think you have had enough-"

"Take me to the moon! Give me more of that space juice!" He shouts.

"Okay, buddy," the bartender goes to him and takes his shot glass from his hands. "Listen, I know you may have gone through a gambling bet go wrong or a heartbreak, but I wouldn't want to see my customers fully intoxicated."

Jack just grumbles in reply, his head buried in his arms. The bartender ruffles his short blond hair and heaves a sigh. "And you're also the reason why I had to stay longer at work," he whispers looking around the empty bar. Jack does not move an inch and the bartender looks at him in pity. "I might as well ask some help from my girlfriend and her sister. Maybe they'll know what to do."

"Ugh," Is Jack's first word he utters upon he wakes up with a splitting headache and an upset stomach. "What the..." He trails off, looking at his surroundings. The sun is out already. "Where in the world am I?"

He sits up from lying down on a sofa and closes his eyes as he lets out a soft hiss in pain. He touches the blanket placed on him and notices the discolored blotches on it. There is a wooden table right beside him and some magazines, dated five years ago, placed on it. The room looks dilapidated to him, well Jack does have high standards coming from a wealthy family. A woman with strawberry-blonde hair walks by him and stops as she sees Jack. Not knowing what to do, Jack just stares at her.

"Kristoff!" She shouts as Jack flinches with how loud her shout was. It adds another pulsing ache to his head. "The dude's awake!" She then walks to Jack.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asks softly. "My name is Anna Arendelle. Do you need anything?"

Arendelle? Where has Jack heard of that name again?

"I just need-" Jack stops as he now notices the taste of something chilly yet fresh in his mouth. "Is this...mint?" He asks quietly.

"A quick run-through with what happened last night, you were deadass drunk at the bar where my boyfriend works so he called me and asked what he should do. I told him to take you back here although my sister was against it..."

Woah, this girl can really talk, Jack thought as Anna continues to ramble.

"So my boyfriend decided to go with my decision and he brought you here, to our humble apartment. He took off your coat and tie, then he brushed your teeth since he really is a good guy. It was my sister who had to find one of our best blankets for you. After all, you are a guest."

"More like a nuisance," Jack utters. "I'm really sorry for bothering you. I should go now." He stands fast despite his headache, Anna moves out of the way to give him space. He briskly walks to the nearest door that looks like it would lead to the exit.

"But-" Anna starts but immediately stops as the door closes behind Jack. "Well...I think he'll be back here in a few minutes."

Jack does get to exit the apartment, but why is he standing on a small balcony with steel railings and a steel ladder welded to the side?

"You chose the wrong door," a voice says right beside him. Jack looks to his left to find a woman, this time with platinum-blonde hair, leaning on the railings carrying a cup of tea with her. "This is the fire exit."

Jack knows her face. Years before, he has seen her with other journalists at the corporation. "Have...Have I gotten to know your name before?" He asks without even bothering to greet the woman.

"Does Elsa Arendelle ring a bell to you?"

And that is when it all clicks for Jack. She is Elsa Arendelle?! "T-The journalist...the one who wrote the false article about me! So that's your name," His tone turning angry. Jack then started to remember why he is even here in the first place- it was because of that ridiculous press conference.

"God, that was three years ago, Jack. Plus I got fired from that newspaper company, happy now?" Elsa rolls her eyes at him.  "You plan on going back to work?"

"I won't tell you anything...all you journalists know is to tattletale." He seethes.

"Woah," Elsa exclaims in defense and surprise, "I think Kristoff should have left you alone last night. By the way, why were you drinking up a storm last night?"

"What's with all the questions? What do you want from me, Elsa?" Jack asks, clearly irritated. "I know that with your kind, you only know how to steal."

"Are you looking at us like as some kind of breed?!"

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose and curses under his breath. He knows he can't go back to work, it still hurts for him to think of the results. Yet he can't erase the strange, unsettling feeling he got during the press conference. "What are you journalists good at besides lying for money? Are all your families also like that?"

"Hey," Elsa walks to him and jabs a finger to his chest, "you can hurt me all you want. Don't include my sister in this...she still doesn't know the real reason why I was fired."

Jack grunts in reply and turns his back to her.

"So," Elsa starts again, "are you going back to work or not? Because I know that you won't find your way around here."

Jack scowls with the reality of her statement. She is right. And he bets that people don't know him around here, except for her. But Jack knows that he can't go back to his work. After such humiliation, strutting through the hall would just be social suicide.

"You really don't know, do you?" He asks in a low voice. "Did you know what happened at the press conference of Guardian Corporation?" He continues, emphatically.

"I haven't heard anything from the corporation for years," Elsa answers.

"Then you clearly don't know Hans Southern," Jack spits out the name like venom.

"Hans Southern?" Elsa repeats. She rubs her chin with her thumb, a habit she does when she's thinking. "I could have sworn I read that name somewhere. Why? What about him?"

"Apparently, he is now the corporation's Chief Operations Officer." Jack brings his hands up in a sarcastically-excited way.

"Southern? How long has he worked for the corporation?"

"Two years," Jack simply answers with a hiss. Fricking two years.

"Just two years?" Elsa exclaims incredulously. "How could someone be the COO after two years of service? Who was he competing against? A rookie?"

This time, Jack does not answer and stays silent, looking at the view from where he stands. Elsa gasps in disbelief as she finally gets her answer. "Y-You?"

Jack shakes his head and rests his arms on the railings. He lets his head hang in defeat.

"You lost against that man? How...how could you lose?" She stammers.

"How would I know, Elsa," Jack starts breathlessly, "I just played fair and did what I could do."

Elsa could not erase how she began to feel doubt over the man, Hans Southern. She is sure that she read that name somewhere...or maybe she was tasked to write an article about him years before.

Elsa does not utter a word, so does Jack. Silence followed thereafter and it became too, ironically, deafening for Elsa. She clears her throat. "So...what's your plan now?" She asks softly.

"I...I don't know," Jack answers truthfully. His voice turning weirdly soft.

Elsa nods in assent. "I would understand why that is your answer." She walks to Jack and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Then how about we do things my way?" She suggests.

Jack lets out a forced laugh. "And what is your way?"

"I could show you around," she says nonchalantly. "I mean...it would be good for you to see the living conditions of your employees. Most of the corporation's employees live in this part of town."

Jack does not take too much of his time dwelling on an answer that he knows would not be accepted by Elsa. So he goes with an arrogant question like, "And what's in it for me?"

"What's in it for you?" Elsa crosses her arms and leans her back on the railings, facing Jack. "It will all be up to you- whether you let the experience affect you or not. Whether you could find a way to defeat Mister Southern." Jack dully looks at her as she smiles at him. "Now, I want you to eat the breakfast Anna prepared for you. I wouldn't want to tour you around with high blood pressure."

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Jack scrunches his face in disgust and rolls his eyes. "Why the hell are we here? Don't tell me that this is part of the tour."

"Why? What's wrong with going to the thrift shop?" Elsa pushes the door open and steps inside followed by Jack. He scrunches his nose basking in the somewhat putrid smell. The place looks run-down and everywhere you look, you find another hideous thing or type of clothing. And there are racks and shelves full of them- lots of them!

"Everything is junk here," he comments.

"Technically it was someone's junk before but now it could be another person's treasure."

"How could this be a treasure?" Jack daringly holds a miniature replica of The Thinker, made out of egg cartons. "Elsa, everything is hideous here. Even the clothes."

"Hey," Elsa says in defense, "I buy my clothes here. You know what, if you look really carefully you could find something fancy to wear."

Jack shows her a deformed straw hat that barely had straw left in it. "I'm starting to doubt your definition of 'fanciness', Elsa," he says with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, quit it." Elsa takes the hat from his hold and places it back on the table. "Why do you seem to hate everything so much?"

"Because we are wasting time here," Jack irritatingly answers. "And, again, why the hell are we here in the first place?"

"To look for clothes," she answers absentmindedly. She goes through a rack of clothes for men and pulls out a hanger with pants hanging on it. She grimaces with how ugly the pants are and put them back on the rack.

"For who?"

Elsa looks up at him. "For you," she answers nonchalantly.

"For me?!" Jack snaps. "That's it. I'm out of here," he declares with a scowl and starts his way to the door.

"Hey, Jack," Elsa utters in a rush to hold him back. "Come on," she placates, "you can't just kill the mood like that."

"Are you meaning to tell me that this is part of your tour?"

"W-Well...yeah-"

"What the hell, Elsa. This is just a waste of time." Jack throws his arms in the air, gesturing to the shop itself. "How could this even help me defeat Hans freaking Southern?"

"By wearing clothes like your employees!" Elsa suppresses an eyeroll as she tries to stay patient with Jack. "You should know what they feel, starting with physical objects like clothes."

Jack grunts and looks at the dimly-lighted ceiling for a moment. "And what's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"

"Jack," Elsa starts, disappointed, "you're clearly wearing branded clothing."

"I should be wearing this." Jack juts his chin at her. "I am a man with authority."

"Authority? You don't even know the names of your employees!"

Jack's voice hitches in his throat as he was about to spit out his remark. He glares at Elsa and fiercely looks away from her, crossing his arms.

Elsa notices his abrupt silence and could not stop herself from continuing. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Just Toothiana," Jack utters through gritted teeth.

"Then," Elsa slowly walks closer to him, "we could change what they think of you starting with what you're wearing." Jack looks at her with no expression on his face but he allows her to unfold his arms. "And maybe through that, I could regain your lost trust in me."

"You have nothing to regain. We never had trust in the first place."

Now Elsa could not stop herself from rolling her eyes, irritated. Dear God, this is going to take some time.

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I'm sorry for the late first part of the one-shot (huhuhu) but I hope you enjoyed it :) I think it should be called a 'two-shot' now hahaha