Hey! I'm back! Sort of.

Anyway, I decided to write a fic for Jelsa, since I'm very much in love with those two.

Disclaimer: Okay, you guys know I don't own Rise of the Guardians and/or Frozen. Disney and Dreamworks, you know what's yours and I don't intend to claim ownership over what's not mine. Jack and the other recognizable characters from the two animated films do not belong to me. The plot and the additional characters though, do belong to me. And yep, I'm just a bored teenager and I don't wanna step on anyone's ownership. What's yours is yours, and what's mine is mine. So yeah, got that cleared.

Enjoy the story, guys. :)

And oh yeah, haha, please stay with me. *whispers I love you* Although I can't promise a flawless logical plot that will be faithful all the way to its era of setting, I will try to keep it together.

Warning: This is a slow fic, guys. I don't think that Elsa and Jack should fall in love (plummet in love rather) too fast in this fic. Well, I do write fluffy oneshots but I like to take my time in multichaps. I'll try my hardest to make this realistic (drat if I fail). ;) But I do believe that love takes time. ;)

Arendelle found it hard to understand why their beautiful Queen continuously refused countless proposals.

Many of the citizens found it amusing that royals from isles of varying distances sailed to Arendelle with their majestic ships, only to ask for her hand in marriage. A huge fraction of why they found this entertaining would be the vessels themselves, for every one adorned the culture of its home. Each foreign paraphernalia amazed the innocent northern folk, and so they looked forward to each new docking.

The grapevine was also particularly alive with news of the foreign royals—bachelors. They were charming men—ranging from ginger to blonde, freckly to fair, tall to just right. But not only did they range in physical appearances, for they also did in attitude, which led to the ranking of favorites and least favorites according to the masses. There were a few who were plainly arrogant. There were the gold-obsessed. There were the snow enthusiasts who obviously were all trying a little too hard, and of course, that which none can ever forget, the gluttonous.

In contrast to those extremist single sided men, there were also the perfects inside and out, with teeth whiter than pearls and impeccable manners—whose balance the Libra scale would never deny, men that caused probably more than half of the bafflement of the entire kingdom.

Nevertheless, though presenting an array of likenesses and differences, every single prince who tried to woo the Queen sailed back to their own kingdoms with a tad dimness to their step.

It wasn't at all that every single bachelor was hideous and unacceptable in Elsa's eyes. There were some, like Prince Francis of Nergond perhaps, who were impossible not to be regarded as objects of beauty. Even Anna shook her head as the golden and blue vessel left Arendelle's port.
She was, after all, rooting for him the moment he set foot on the port's damp floorboards.
The Nergish royal family line had just the best of genes—for even the young prince's facial proportions seemed chiseled with absolute precision and patience by Bragi.
But, just as the case of the other eligible bachelors, despite his utter perfection, Queen Elsa just couldn't see him as Arendelle's future throne holder.
She was very much convinced that she possessed the ability to rule her entire kingdom, have it expand its borders if it be an eventual need even, without the help of a king.

Most of these men took the Queen's first refusal and sailed back to their own kingdoms in hopes of finding another alliance. But there were also the three persistent suitors, who visited the kingdom every change in season, who have been given their own royal descriptions by the townsfolk themselves—Prince Francis the perfect, Prince Donovan the exaggerated, and Prince Gavin the gluttonous.

These men, much to Queen Elsa's dismay, did not have "stop" in their vocabulary.

Nonetheless, the Snow Queen knew all of it was connected to grimmer interkingdom matters.

Though it all looked flattering, the setting behind was an entirely different tale.
The trade industry was slowly falling. What used to be the full markets of Arendelle now had just the right amount of stocks for the change in season.

Kingdoms were forming alliances in a hasty manner, and Elsa knew just why.
Gone were the days of peaceful individuality. Since the strong alliances opted for expansion, they've begun the age of conquer. There were only two options to consider—conquer, or be conquered yourself.
Much to the Queen's slight relief, her kingdom sat on the farthest end of the country, locked in by walls of mountain ranges and isolated far north of the mainland by the Great Lake.

But days were passing by and alliances were expanding one unarmed wood at a time.

The young Queen's ears twitched to the three consecutive knocks that filled her study.

Dropping her quill back into the ink bottle, she hastily folded the letter on her desk into an envelope, stamped it with wax and the seal of her ring, and quickly stuffed it inside the nearest drawer before nodding to her maids.

Both gracefully twisted the knobs and in, without any formality or bashfulness, came sauntering her royal cousin, regally clad in his formal wear.

"Elsaaaaaaa," with a huff, the young prince slouched on one corner of the Queen's desk, his face flat against the wood. "I'm pretty certain I'll die faster here than in Borgin, just so you know."

The queen, for the umpteenth time that month, rolled her eyes at their newest 'adoption.'
"Well much to your disappointment, your parents thought otherwise, which explains why you're now temporarily living in a valley instead of your majestic kingdom on the east. Where's Edmund? Why don't you go have fun with Olaf?"

The eleven year old groaned and started banging his forehead repeatedly on the oak desk. "I can fight. You know that. And to add to that, I'M heir to the throne. I have a responsibility in my own castle. I can't just wait here in safety while those other kingdoms run over mine."

Finally stopping, the prince dragged the nearest chair to him and slumped down, rubbing his reddening forehead. "Why can't Father see that?"

"Because, dear William, you're ELEVEN." Anna walked in casually to their young cousin and ruffled his chestnut hair, making the wild tendrils face even more confusing directions. "And you're the ONLY heir, just in case you failed to notice."

"If in an instance that you get, say, hewn in the middle of the chaos, then your line would be, I don't know, just probably broken, that's all." Anna snorted, contrary to the princess etiquette.

Nevertheless, her eyes softened when William looked even more miserable on the foamed chair.
"But I know for sure that they'll be fine. Your Father would never let anything wrong happen to Borgin." Rubbing her cousin's back in comfort, she gave her sister a sad smile.
"They just had to be sure you were out of danger. Besides, Edmund's stuck in exactly the same situation as you are." Anna lightly chucked, and lowered one tier of her dress, which was, to the young prince's delight, where she carried a vast collection of sweets.
"Want some chocolates?" Elsa wasn't surprised, and shook her head, knowing her sister probably came all the way from the kitchens and nagged their head cook to unlock their chocolate vault.

One of the palace servants interrupted with a clearing of his throat. "Excuse me, my Queen, your highnesses. The guests are awaiting your presence at the dinner table."

"Thank you, Harold. We'll be there in a few minutes." With a nod, Elsa dismissed her servants. The light mood between the three vanished the moment the maids shut the double doors of the study.

Elsa slowly stood up and walked to the ceiling-high window that towered behind her desk, and stared down on the expanse of her kingdom.

Winter.

Apart from the fact that it was her favorite season, it calmed her nerves to know that it would temporarily bring a halt to the conquering, and even for just a season, Arendelle, Danad, and Borgin were going to be safe.

Leading an army to battle in the days of the frost, she knew just like any other human in their right mind, would be a complete nightmare. She stared on at the calm snowfall.

"Let's go," she sighed, her eyes shut. When she turned back to the other two occupants of the room, she already had a small smile plastered on her face.

Author's note: Although I most definitely won't force you to R&R ( that's read and review for the baby ficcers), I would appreciate it if you would. Just tell me whatever's in your mind right now. lol

And of course, whether you liked the story, or, hated it? I guess. Just review. :)

It can range from nonsense to flame, whatever. Plus, constructive criticism is warmly welcomed in my house. ;)

So shoot.

till my next update, guys. :D

PS. I'll try my best to stick to updating every Friday. :)