~ICE UPON ICE~

Jack Frost x Elsa

Chapter 1

Summary: He often came to see her. He often wondered what that meant. He felt certain that she already knew. "Please, Jack. It's seeming like. . .like you're all I have left."

Fandoms: Rise of the Guardians/Frozen

Rating: T for the moment (it may be a very short moment)

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I own Frozen or ROTG.

~xx~

The air always felt a bit cooler when he was near to her.

Elsa is quite used to cold. Actually, she's been comforted by it for quite some time.

She had met Jack Frost when she was fourteen. She had been shut up in her room, like normal, doing her best to shut her magic away and not feel anything. She was reading a book of Christmas poems, and they often mentioned a "Jack Frost". And in her mind she pictured exactly who he was, and in doing so she believed that he was real.

Then when she looked to the window, he was there, peering in at her. His hand rested on the glass, creating patterns of ice that made her gasp in wonder.

She opened the window for him and he stepped into her room all whilst talking to himself about how nice it was that it was finally winter, and how he liked this area very much.

Elsa looked at him curiously and paused before saying, "Excuse me."

Jack stared at her and their eyes locked for a long moment. He had lovely eyes.

"Are you...are you talking to me?" he asked hesitantly.

"Who else would I be talking to?"

Jack stared at her in wonder. "You can hear me? Can you see me, too?"

Elsa raised an eyebrow at him, almost becoming certain that he must be absolutely crazy. "Yes. I mean, it would be quite difficult to speak to someone you cannot see or hear."

Jack's face broke into an expression of complete happiness. He grinned and his eyes brightened as he stepped closer to Elsa, reaching out for her in awe. "How? How is it you can see me when no one else can?"

She shrugged and stepped back, out of his reach. It was not that she feared him, just that she knew better than to let some crazed boy touch her, handsome as he may be. "I don't know. I don't even know who you are."

Jack straightened up, resting his staff against the wall and sticking out a hand for her to shake. "Oh, right. I'm Jack Frost. And what is your name, miss?"

Elsa laughed. "Jack Frost? When I guessed that you existed I didn't think...well, nonetheless, it's nice to meet you. I'm Elsa. Princess Elsa, actually. Though these days it feels like I am the princess of nothing."

His expression grew concerned. "Why? In a palace like this I would think-"

"It's not about the palace!" she snapped, "I just...I can't leave this place. I can't talk to anyone, not even my own sister. Just because I'm different."

"Different how?"

Elsa sighed heavily and sat on the edge of her bed, looking down at her gloved hands. "You think I'd share that with a complete stranger?"

Jack laughed and sat down next to her. "Who am I going to tell? Nobody can hear me except for you."

She eyed him for a long moment, squinting and thinking to herself that he's probably insane. Probably lots of people can see Jack Frost, they just don't say anything because they're concerned that he walks around talking to himself.

Still, the idea of having someone to confide in was more seductive than she could have imagined. And he had been able to make those swirling patterns on her window. Plus he was in all those Christmas poems. Perhaps he knew what it was to be different, as she did.

So Elsa removed her gloves and placed then neatly beside her.

"Fine. But if you're scared, that isn't my fault. You asked to know."

Jack nodded, suddenly anxious. He began to wonder if she was dangerous or unsafe and that was why she was locked up here.

But those doubts melted away as she placed her hand on the bedsheet and he watched it ice over beautifully. Why on earth did she look so scared?

"Wow," Jack said, "that's really cool, Princess."

He placed his own hand over the sheet of ice, and it created pretty swirling patterns over what she'd already done. Elsa gasped, full of curiosity.

"See?" Jack murmured, "You're not as different as you think."

He had regretted to notice that his hand had trailed to far to the right, and that it was now resting on top of hers. Elsa stared down at their hands and her eyes widened as she blushed furiously. It made her nervous, and with that nervousness came the familiar sensation of her magic coming through her fingertips and covering Jack's hand in snow.

"Oh," she said softly, "I'm sorry, that must be-"

"Don't worry," he told her, "it doesn't bother me."

And what followed was a silence that was not awkward, but it engulfed the room and took both of them over completely. The seemed to be absorbing each other's presence and it was only when Jack cleared his throat and said, "You know...I really shouldn't be here," that they were forced to part ways.

He got up from her bed and hurried toward the window, staff in hand.

"Wait!" Elsa cried suddenly, jumping up to stop him.

He turned around to look at her. "What?"

She looked down nervously. "Are you ever going to come back? Will I get to see you again?"

Jack laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, you will."

He was not lying. She did see him again. Quickly and more often than she would have thought.

A/n: Soooo I know this was super short but I'm super obsessed with these two and if you all would like another chapter, I do sort of have a plan for this in mind. Thank you for reading! Please review for me ;)

xoxo

~Robin