~ Jelsa- The ice in my heart ~

Chapter 1- First time in Forever

Elsa paced back and forth in her room, fingertips rubbing her pulsing temples. "Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show." Over and over she repeated this, a phrase she had been taught by her father to help with her ice powers. Powers she had been cursed with, ever since she was born, and after one accident with her sister she was forced into concealment in her bedroom. She was convinced that nothing could help her, and she was a monster, she HAD to stay away from people, for their own safety. Family times such as meals, or classes with her sister were the only times she could come out, unless an emergency. She had just arrived at this place, visiting for only a week, but it was refreshing. She could finally get away from the damaging memories in their castle in Arendelle. It was late fall here in Burgess, a small but pleasant little town. Tomorrow was the day she would be allowed to explore the village, and its old buildings full of myths and folktales, which she loved. But that's what she was freaking out about.

Elsa always had her gloves on, sealing back some of her power. But when she got out of control, mainly when emotions got out of control, such as fear or anger, the powers were too strong and sharp, menacing ice shot out of her hand. It all depended on how strong she was feeling it. More than once in a day her fingertips would begin to grow a coat of frost, usually from fear. She didn't want to hurt her family, especially her dear sister who she had to shut out after her powers became stronger.

Inside her gloves she could feel the frost coating her fingers. After repeating her father's phrase, she began to calm down, she gained her posture again, which she had been practicing over the years so she may become a suited Queen. She looked out the window, feeling the frost melt and she even let a little grin come to her face. She closed her ice-blue eyes and gave a relaxed sigh. "This will be good for me. To get out again, to explore. It will be nice, there will be nothing to fear, and….."

There was a knock on the door. "Elsa, it's me again, Anna…umm.. I… just wanted to let you know…that it'd be kinda cool if you fixed my hair tomorrow… ya'know… for the tour of the village… and I can do yours….umm.. "

Elsa's heart started beating fast and she squinted her eyes, wishing her sister wouldn't be there. She loved her with all her heart, but she couldn't risk letting her in. Her poor sister, Anna, she had been shut out all her life, after she had struck her in the head, with no memory of what had happened. It was best to leave it that way. She was only thirteen and Elsa was seventeen.. She wanted to speak so bad, and say, "come in Anna!" the hurt grew in her gut as her sister just kept rambling outside her door. She wasn't determined to be proper like Elsa was. Anna was simply her own optimistic, clumsy self, and Elsa somewhat preferred it that way, so she wouldn't have to admit that she was growing up.

"but, yeah so… let me know at dinner, I guess? See ya…."-Elsa could Anna's footsteps fade away down the hall, slightly dragging with disappointment.

Frost had covered her hands completely by the time she had left, and she hoped that when it melted, it wouldn't get her gloves too wet that it would show when dinnertime came. She sat down in front of her mirror and began brushing all the tangles out of her gleaming, white hair. She never dyed it, it was all natural, which was surprising for some. Not for her, though. Her features were gorgeous, as one would say. She had her lovely blue eyes and smooth, snowy white skin, and again, her hair. She knew it had to do with her curse, because neither of her parents had platinum hair, blue eyes or such pale skin. After a few minutes her hair looked like a gleaming frozen waterfall, especially when the early light of the morning hit it. Elsa made small braids on the sides, and twisted the rest. She then brought it up and circled it into a bun, with the 2 braids encircling it. It was her usual, but gorgeous bun. Her mother had taught her that style, and Elsa believed it suited her nicely.

She barely ever smiled, and now she definitely wasn't. She stared at herself in the mirror, and lost herself in thought of what was to happen during dinner, what she was going to tell her sister. Was she going to let her in? The frost spread further in her gloves. Everything was dropping inside of her, a feeling she was used to. Fear was taking over again, she was worried, a chilly breeze was blowing around her. The floor below her was beginning to ice over. She still continued to stare at the mirror, lost in thought. Until she heard a laugh.

It distracted her and she stood up from her dressing table, and walked over to the window. Looking around she saw a lake, near the woods. 2 people were playing around it, one boy around her age and a little girl, a bit younger than Anna. She widened her eyes, because even though it was a bit hard to see, the girl looked surprisingly like Anna. She felt the need to make sure it wasn't, and the flow of ice through her veins seemed to slow. She got lost in what seemed to be Anna's copy. Her quirky little laugh and slightly clumsy footsteps. She completely forgot about the boy, when all of a sudden he hugged her and she felt her heart sink low and a deep heartbreaking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She looked straight at him for once and when she did she felt like he was a magnet her eyes were attracted to, feeling the pull towards him and she found herself leaning out the window. They continued playing tag, which looked wonderfully fun, even with her pure elegance. She couldn't hold back a smile while watching the little girl reach and dive to try and get him, but he was so agile and quick it was almost impossible for her, and the boy seemed to enjoy teasing her, as older brothers always do.

For a moment she snapped out of her trance, and looked at her gloves. They had gotten wet from the frost melting as did the floor in her room. She took of her gloves and set them down on the windowsill. Her hands felt unusually warm and she felt a spark of rebellion inside of her as she looked back out the window.

She burst out of her bedroom and ran down the hall, past her sister's bedroom, then her parents, and let herself slide down the railing of the spiraling stairs. She could barely hold back the laughter inside until she heard one of the maids, whistling and mopping the floors in a room nearby. She was doing something wrong, which she never dared to do for so long. It was the first time she left her bedroom on her own, roaming the castle. It was wrong of her, and she knew that, but it felt so right.

She was on the third floor now, and she tiptoed to the nearest window, so the maid wouldn't hear her. Again she saw the couple, this time the girl had tripped and fallen, and the boy was helped her up. He was clever enough to jump out of the way right when she was up so the girl wouldn't get him, and with her desperate reach forward she dove face first, on the ground again. Elsa couldn't help but let out the urge to laugh, and it came out louder than ever. The maids whistling stopped, and Elsa knew she was looking for the owner of that laugh. She covered her mouth and looked down the hall to her left, which only lead to the ballroom and a definite chance of getting caught. She looked up the stairs which led back to her family's bedrooms on the third floor, and who knows what on the fourth, which was an option.

Then she looked out the window, and down. It was at least 50 feet down so if she just jumped, she would kill herself, or at least get a severe injury and a tough explanation to give her parents. She leaned out with her elbows on the windowsill, listening to the maid get closer, with her slow, cautious footsteps and low mumbling. She was drawing dangerously near and Elsa felt she was going to have to scurry up the stairs and lock herself in her bedroom once again, which she would do anything to avoid right now.

Her palms felt cold, and she looked down at them, finding a dainty little snowflake hanging like a spider from the center of her hand. She hadn't seen something so pure and beautiful come from her fingers in so long, not since before the accident when Anna knew about her powers and they built snowmen, and sledded in the main corridor of their castle. The snowflake broke away and drifted down elegantly; she looked back and could see the maids' shadow coming closer through an open door. Focusing her attention back on her hands she saw that the snow was falling down hard and fast but still in its fluffy and soft form. She let her other hand join and in seconds there was a heap of snow below the window, and not a moment too soon, for the maid was behind just stepping into that room when Elsa threw herself out the window.

Landing on the soft pillow of snow felt refreshing and cool on her skin, where for most people it would be freezing and uncomfortable. She got out of the pile and found her way through the bushes and weeds leading to the lake. She couldn't see anything, she had no sense of direction of whether she was going the right way, but she must have, for the thicket cleared and she saw the water about 20 feet away. She stayed there at the edge of the weeds and saw the little girl at the edge of the water, looking around for her brother, who was nowhere in sight.

Elsa heard rusting right next to where she was and when she looked over, just a few feet away was the boy, his head peeking out. She ducked back in and watched from a safe hiding spot, where he wouldn't easily see her. The boy started sneaking up on his sister and scared her. Her little jump and yelp made Elsa giggle, and again, it was a little louder than intended.

The boy spun around, startled, but she was deep enough in he didn't notice her. He cautiously turned back to the little girl and started to jump around, doing things that the little girl, whose name she figured out to be Jenny, considered dangerous. All of a sudden he started to stumble and he fell over, almost looking a bit dramatic. Jenny rushed over to him, worried and checking up on him. Elsa wanted to see if he was alright and also wanted to see the little girls face so she could prove to herself it wasn't Anna, even though she already knew that the girl had a different name. The girl was turned away from her and covered her view of the boy, so she couldn't see either of them. She started to come out of the bushes and to the edge again, to get a better view.

"Jack! Jack! Are you alright?" The girl sounded more worried by the second. She shook him and started to look around, as if looking for someone to help.

Elsa started to get up, wanting to help, until the boy jumped up and tackled Jenna and pinned her on the ground. "Ha! Tricked you!"

"You're always playing tricks Jack!" He chuckled with pleasure at the comment, taking it as a compliment with a smirk on his face.

Elsa giggled once again, and she was still standing up in clear view of the two siblings. She stopped immediately when she figured out what she had done. Jack swiveled in his spot and looked directly at her.

The first moment he turned around his eyes laid on her immediately, for she wasn't difficult to spot with her bright, platinum hair. He'd never seen anything like it. He started to walk toward her, when she burst back into the bushes running away from him. Jack always felt he had the ability to look into someone and see their soul, what they had inside, whether it was their troubles or personality. But this girl, she seemed a little more difficult than the others, like she was closed up and protected with sturdy walls. He accepted the challenge. "Hey! Don't run!" He immediately started chasing after her, with his sister not far behind.

Elsa looked behind her, not being able to see much, but she had the feeling he was going after her. She stopped for a second to make sure, and just as she had thought there was the rustling of bushes coming closer, so she headed off again, as fast as her legs would take her. Once she got out and saw the castle again, she followed the wall, turned the corner and saw her heap of snow. She began to search for her bedroom window, instead of the one she had jumped out of, and made a staircase all the way up. As she ran up it, it crumbled behind her, for she was too worried to make it sturdy enough. She was one step away when the whole thing collapsed and seemed to just disappear. Before she could fall she reached for her windowsill and grabbed it, only with one hand.

Jack turned the corner and couldn't figure out where she went, for he was already catching up to her and she couldn't have gone anywhere without him noticing. That's when he heard a faint yelp, and he looked up and saw her hanging from a window on the third floor. "What are you doing up there! You're gonna fall!" He was amazed at how good she must be at climbing, or something, for that was the only reasonable explanation in this case. "Just fall and I'll catch you! You won't be able to lift yourself from there!" He yelled up to her but she seemed to ignore him, and she proved him wrong.

Elsa heard him yelling at her right below, but she didn't want to interact with him. She froze her fingers to the windowsill enough so she couldn't slip and he wouldn't be able to see it, then used that to pull herself up. She got in her room, closed the window, and didn't look out.

Jack just stared at her closed window in wonder. "How could she do that?" he thought. He got lost in a trance trying to imagine it, until he felt a sudden cold, wet and soft blow on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down his spine when it went under his clothes and dripped down his warm back. Jenny had caught up and thrown a snowball from a pile of snow on the side of the castle. It was enough to distract him, so he threw several back at his sister and didn't even think about when it had snowed. After they were done, He was chilly and out of breath, thinking, "Frost suits me!"

Elsa twirled in her room, feeling energetic for the first time in forever. She hummed and danced, and when she finally stopped, she sat down in front of her dressing table again and took out some pins from her twisted bun, so it all fell and unraveled, leaving her hair all down except for the two braids, which she brought to the back and tied together at the end. It was simple, but looked nice. She then picked out a purple and indigo dress with some black flats and put them on to wear for dinner. She looked in the mirror one last time, and her eyes caught her attention. They were vibrant and alive, instead of dull and boring like they seemed to always be. She was feeling good, but just to be safe, she grabbed her purple gloves and put them on.

Dinner went well, she felt her gloves weren't needed at all but Elsa was pretty sure her parents were proud if she wore them all the time. Anna glanced at her, in a sad and doubtful way, when she mentioned doing each other's hair the next morning. Her parents looked at Elsa in a worried way, but she fought it and answered in an unexpected way. "Yeah! Of course Anna, I'd love it if you did my hair. I know how good you are at it!

Anna looked up with wide and glimmering eyes, and a big smile on her face. "REALLY! Ahem… I mean…. Cool! You'll meet me in my room then…. Ok! Thanks!" Elsa smiled at her reaction and felt a happy, swirling sensation inside, and she couldn't get enough of her sisters joy.

"You know, I wouldn't mind you coming to my room if you like." As if she couldn't get any happier, her sister beamed and became speechless.

"I…. yeah! I don't…I don't know how ….how long it's been…. I'll be there!"

Their parents stared at Elsa and she just smiled at them, a smile telling them, "I've got this, Don't worry" She couldn't help but think about how all this would've gone if it weren't for the two siblings, and all she could do was thank them. Mostly Jack…