A/N: Why hello, dear reader! Welcome to my first Jelsa-fanfic. This little story occurred to me when I was about to sleep a while ago and it didn't leave my head ever since. So I decided to write it down, to please me and you as well!

I will be honest: please don't expect me to update regularly. I have an university to attend and a life to lead, you know. But I will give my very best to update as soon as I can!

Secondly: I don't know how long this will get. I'm trying to stay within 6 to 8 chapters maximum, but I can't promise a thing there. Could be more, could be less. (The reason is that I have one special scene in my head and this scene is the basic of this fanfic. I am writing chapters around this scene in my head, basically. So I don't know how long it will take! But I will mention it when you are about to read the scene I have in mind!)

Thirdly: I am not a native speaker, so please be patient. And feel free to correct any mistakes you find, for it will help me improve (and I definitely want that!).

And now have fun reading this!

(Oh, and I do not own anything, nor do I get money for this. This is fun, okay?)

Chapter 1: Frost

It was the perfect night. Yes, it really was. The Man in the Moon wore his most elegant robe tonight, smiling brightly upon the land. His competitors, the stars, seemed to try to outgo his glory, twinkling and shining and being so close.

Yes, it was beautiful. But one thing was missing.

A little bit of frost.

His staff hit the ground and at once the grass turned white, becoming stiff and catching the moonlight in the small frozen crystals. Jack chuckled, never fully getting used to his powers. His heart beat excitedly, a big grin settling on his face when he began to run towards the forest, on which the now white meadow bordered. His staff never left the floor, marking his path with a white line. Only when he entered the woods, Jack Frost lifted his frosty tool and swung it, causing small snowflakes to swirl around. He laughed, observing their slow descend. This was so much fun!

He started to run again, leaving stiff fallen leaves behind and hitting some trees here and there, causing flowery patterns to form on the trunks in the same time. He laughed again when he heard some sleeping birds chirp in protest when their homes suddenly grew cooler than before but that didn't stop him. When his feet led him to a clearing, Jack jumped and let the wind pick him up, his brown cape bloating behind him. He closed his eyes, a content smile on his lips when he turned around, crossing his arms behind his head and floating in the air.

"Y'know what, Manny?" he mumbled while slowly opening one of his blue eyes to look at the moon, not caring to watch where he was flying. The wind never let him down. "Sometimes I wish I could freeze you." Freezing the environment was fun, but setting real people on ice was some rare but hilarious pleasure. He had tried it on Bunny, once. Jack still had to chuckle when he thought of the rabbit's face, completely caught off-guard and turning from surprised to furious.

Oh, how he wished to freeze the Man in the Moon, it would serve him right. Serve him right for what, you ask? You know, for being a know-it-all, for looking down on him and... well, for putting him here in the first place. Although Jack loved his powers, sometimes he felt a little lonely (but he would never admit it – it was depressing enough without saying it out loud). Every decade, he would find himself walking slowly through some city, trying to casually talk to people – it was always in vane. As soon as he came to a stand, he was passed through, leaving him feeling more empty every time.

Jack shook his head violently, trying to drop these thoughts. It was such a pretty night, he shouldn't spend it sulking. So he turned around to observe the land he was flying over. Mountains, big forests consisting of mostly conifer, rough nature... this area didn't seem familiar.

'Where am I?' he thought, wrinkling his eyebrows in light curiosity. He silently ordered the wind to drop him a little lower and go a little less fast to have a good look over the unknown landscape. It was sparely populated, or so it would seem. There weren't many cities but small settlements here and there between bare cliffs, great lakes and thick forests. It was quite charming.

When he passed an especially high mountain (he had seen taller ones, but in this area it seemed to be huge), his eyes found a real city some miles away. Determined to find out more about this place, he flew towards it, landing on a rooftop a few minutes later.

It was quiet, as quiet as a city could be and the lights were dim. 'Of course,' , he thought scratching his nose, 'they're asleep.' . His gaze wandered curiously over the other rooftops, trying to make a mental map of this place.

The city was surrounded by water, perhaps for trading, he assumed. It also bordered on a range, for defending purposes, maybe.

The citizens' houses half-circled the paved market place. Beyond this was a castle.

"So, this is a kingdom?" he quietly asked, surprised to find something like this in the seemingly poorly populated environment he had seen before. Curiously he eyed the majestic building, flickering his gaze from one lit window to another. There were only a few lighted spots in the wall – and especially one of them caught his eye. Normally, the light would seem yellow or orange-ish, but this special light was different. It seemed to be blue, nearly white, as if...

"... someone froze it." he murmured. He was sure that he had never been here before, and last time he checked, humans couldn't just freeze windows – or anything else – like this. True, they could cool things, like when transporting fish or something, but actually freezing it?

Jack jumped to another roof, not facing where he landed but still watching the window. How was this possible? This could have been a trick of his mind, of course, but still... he felt the strong urge to see what it was, to know what the reason for the strange light was. He just had to.

And so he jumped off again, flying towards the castle.

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"No, don't touch me!" Her voice was shaking as were her hands. She clutched them tightly to her chest when her father reached out to calm her. "Please... I don't want to hurt you." she added, feeling tears dripping from her eyes. They were warm, so warm. She wasn't used to any kind of heat on her skin. All she could feel was cold.

Her parents watched her silently, brows worriedly furrowed. The girl had called them in the middle of the night when she had awoken from a bad dream. When she had looked around to make sure she still was in her room, said room's walls were covered in layers of ice, showing symmetrical patterns of snowflakes then and there. She had screamed and stumbled out of bed, eyes widened in horror as she stared at her gloved hands. She always wore them, even when sleeping. Otherwise, she would be too dangerous...

"Elsa..." her father said, trying to sound calm and soothing. He looked tired, having dark bags under his eyes. He had daily duties as king, and whenever his oldest daughter had any nightmares or was scared, he had fatherly duties which kept him awake. He wasn't sleeping enough, but he knew that it was a sacrifice he had to take; for the sake of his kingdom and his family.

Her scared eyes were concentrating on him as she tried to turn the rest of her body away. Elsa wouldn't let her powers hurt her parents, so she tried everything in her might to bring distance between them and her. Even if it meant that they would never touch her again.

The king couldn't sooth his daughter. He didn't know what to say, what to do with her, how to raise her with these powers of her. He had no idea.

"Don't worry, love." he heard his wife, the queen say. A soft smile appeared on her face as she knelt down in front of their daughter. He had always admired her strength and confidence when it came to Elsa's abilities. She had always found the right words.

The girl now looked at her mother, still scared but attentive. Her mother's smile calmed her a little, but she still refused to move in any closer.

"It will be alright." the woman cooed, trying to reach out and touch her older daughter's cheek but she took a quick step back, getting out of reach for her. Slowly, the queen's hand sank down again.

"H-how do you know?" the girl asked, still pressing her palms against her chest and away from them. Oh, how she wanted to believe her. She truly wanted to.

"Did you ever hear of Jack Frost, dear?" she asked, delighted to see her daughter's fear disappear slightly, only to be replaced by curiosity. That's what both sisters had in common: Elsa, as well as Anna, loved to hear stories.

"Wh-whos that?" Elsa asked, her voice not that shaky anymore. It was much calmer now, even though a little too high-pitched still. Every time Elsa was upset, her voice would do this without her noticing.

"Why Jack Frost is the Winter Spirit of course! He's the one who brings us snow and ice." The queen used her story-telling voice, capturing Elsa's attention at all times.

"When you were still with me," she said, placing one hand over her stomach and lovingly smiling down to it, "he visited me, shortly before you were born. I never noticed of course, for he is invisible for adults."

Elsa's brows rose as if she was to question the story, so the queen was quick to continue. "He seemed to have found a liking on you, so he gave you a kiss. Or, more exactly, he kissed my belly, so he did mean to kiss you."

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Jack had reached the window when he heard the girl inside the room shout at two adults, her parents obviously. He was right, the glass was frozen, and that excited him even more. Someone froze the window, and it hadn't been him!

Looking closer he saw the walls covered in an icy pattern as well, showing snowflakes so perfectly shaped it was amazing. Flawless.

His gaze flickered back to the girl who had screamed. She had light blond hair and stunningly blue eyes – just as blue as ice. She was surrounded by a thin layer of frost and he couldn't help but stare. This child seemed to be the center of the icy powers, so that meant... she was the one who did this! A mere child!

In this moment, he heard the man inside the room call the girl. Elsa. So that was her name. Little Elsie was able to do the same magic he held. He had to get to know her, that was for sure. He didn't know how, but he knew he had to. Had to.

Jack continued to stare at her, now noticing her posture. She was scared. No, not only scared, but totally fearing something. But why? What had happened? She had said something about not wanting to hurt the others, so what was it all about? He had never hurt anyone (intentionally). When someone was hurt, then just because they slipped and landed on their bums. She should be amazed by what she could do, she totally should be proud! Elsie was so young, so young, and was able to freeze a whole room! When she grew stronger as she grew older, she would soon outrun him!

How was a human possible to do that? Sure, he had seen some humans do other kinds of magic (like disappearing or shape-shift a handkerchief into a dove) but he had always thought his powers to be special, given to him by the Man in the Moon. He was the personification of snow, ice and frost, and still, here he was, looking at a little girl who could do just the same.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name. What? His heart beat against his ribs as he listened to the tale the woman was telling her daughter. He was known about. Someone knew his name! A huge smile crept upon his lips. That was a first. Someone knew him.

But he couldn't help but chuckle a little sadly when he heard the woman tell the girl that he had kissed her. That definitely wasn't true, he knew that. He never kissed anybody for that matter. So he wasn't exactly known about. He was just a name used in a fairytale to sooth a child. It could have been any name. He should wonder why the woman didn't choose to mention North.

"He... kissed me?" he heard Elsie ask and chuckled again, this time less sad.

"Yeah, did I?" Jack agreed tremendously, continuing to look through the window. Thank goodness that there was a windowsill existent and that it was large enough for him to kneel on.

"Yes, he did." the mother softly replied. "He blessed you with his powers over snow and ice. That's why you're able to do things like this." She pointed towards the walls with her palm, still smiling at the girl.

"You... mean to tell me it's his fault then?" Elsa asked, her voice shaking stronger than he had heard it before and he automatically raised his hands to his head innocently.

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" he exclaimed, gripping his staff a little tighter. What was wrong with this girl?

"No, Elsa, please." the man suddenly said, taking a step towards his daughter. "Calm down. Your mother didn't mean to upset you." His voice was soft but clear, sounding really fatherly, diplomatically. He approached the girl with a logical tone, not a bad idea.

"You have to regain control. Don't let it show, Elsa, remember? Get a hold of your feelings." It took Elsie a little while to follow his advice, to close her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Slowly, Jack saw the ice melting, its cold disappearing, his sight through the window becoming clearer.

His brows furrowed a little. So when she was upset, her powers were beyond her control, but as soon as she calmed down, her power ebbed away? That was curious.

"I think... you can leave now." Elsa said now, her eyes still closed and hands still clutched to her chest. Her voice was low now, and he could hear pain. Pain inside her voice, buried deep down inside the girl itself. It saddened him to no end to hear, to see a child like Elsa – powerful, young and (selfishly) so much like him – that pained. What did happen to her?

The adults quickly stared at each other before looking back to their daughter again.

"Are you sure?" her mother asked, standing up with the help of her husband, who looked just as concerned as his wife.

The girl just nodded, sending their parents a small (and Jack knew – fake) smile to assure them. After another long glance and without a word, the couple turned and left. Elsie was alone now – as far as she knew.

But Jack still stood there, silently watching the child in the room. She observed the door until it was closed, before she sighed and let go of her hands. She held them up to look at them silently, seemingly angry. Jack too looked at his hand, before placing it on the glass.

"It's not bad to have those powers." he said, knowing that she couldn't hear him but still wanting to say it.

Elsa then laughed – not happy but empty.

"Jack Frost..." she mumbled, letting her hands sink again as she walked over to the window, placing her gloved hand on the still cold glass – just at the same spot where Jacks hand had been a moment ago.

"You're not real anyway." she said before turning around again.

"Hey!"

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