Chapter 1

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Flashback: 900 A.D.

"Lord Jack, we're losing ground." Jack Frost thought for less than a moment before grabbing his armor. He looked to his fellow nobles.

"We fight for power," he growled.

Pitch handed him his staff, a determined smile on his face. "We certainly do."

. . .

Present: 1360 A.D.

Elsa watched as her father passed judgment on an obviously guilty peasent. She sighed. The court bored her too much. She dreaded her coronation. Though the date was not set, she just turned eighteen. That meant she was past the age for marriage. It also meant she was eligible for the throne. Her father was old and withering, but he had a strong mind. She had no doubt he would rule until he died. And Elsa welcomed that gladly.

She couldn't help but wonder what a normal life would be like. If her sister had just been born first, she would be the one married. Shuttering, she wondered how scared she would be. Marriage wasn't something she picked for herself. If she could have it, she would be an old maid, but as the princess of Arendelle marriage was a requirement. Her only problem with marriage lied in the husband. He would try to control Elsa, make her submit to him. Well, he had another thing coming.

She lied. She had two problems. Sex seemed like one of the most terrifying things to her. She wanted it often and sometimes she found herself nearly doing things she would never think of doing just to get off. Sex was powerful and random, and powerful things that couldn't be controlled scared the life out of Elsa.

"When does Anna get back?" Elsa asked her mother, Lillian. Anna was on her honeymoon currently. It was somewhere far south where the water was warm enough to swim in. Anna said the cold bothered her. It didn't Elsa.

"Anna had it extended," she said. Elsa huffed. It was utterly dreary without her sister. "Go read some more, darling."

Elsa nodded. She was supposed to be reading on the history of Arendelle, but Elsa was neither a stickler for rules or into her history. She supposed she would need it some day, but it would never mean life or death to her. Instead, she ventured to the library and read her fiction book.

It was about vampires.

. . .

900 A.D.

He paced outside of the tent. Peasant troops were rallying in the nearest town. By dawn, they would begin a march into battle against their own king. Jack's heart sank at the realization that he couldn't save everyone.

"Kill them. Kill them all. Wipe every man, child, and woman clean." He growled. If Jack had let the children live, they would grow up to hate his own heir. He couldn't allow any more chances at an overthrow. It was time to end the riots.

"Jack, there are people-," Pitch, his best friend and trusted advisor, protested. Jack snarled at him. How dare he go against his king once an order was commanded? Though he knew it wasn't meant in a bad manner, it was talk of uprising by itself.

"Care to join them?" Jack hissed, slamming his hand on the table. "I didn't think so. Send them out."

. . .

"Cousin Marie was sold as a whore?" Elsa gaped, looking between her parents. They nodded, not looking up from the map spread below them. "W-we have to do something! Why would they do that to her?"

Walt looked up, eying Elsa suspiciously. "Her family needed the money. They would all die in days if not. Now some can live." Elsa wanted to faint. Such cruelty to such close relatives.

"We have money! We have loads of gold! Buy her back this instance," Elsa commanded, showing her absolute disgust. Her family even considering that would be horrible enough, but to actually follow through with it?

"Elsa, this is adult matter," Lillian got up and finally looked at the shaken girl. "Harden your heart or you will drive this country to the ground." The door slammed into Elsa's face. She couldn't believe her mother had said those words to her. Brutality wasn't something Elsa had seen often in her cushioned life. She wondered if her mother was right. Would she ever be able to turn away dying children and helpless widows?

. . .

900 A.D.

Pitch walked amongst the ruins. His hands scooped up the ashes, testing the temperature. Cold, it was ice cold. He slammed his foot down in disgust. Ahead he could just make out the only remaining item of the familiar house: the forge. In the middle of the all too familiar, ash-ruined place stood the forge his brother used to work every day. If the house had been standing, he could have seen the entryway to the beds covered in bearskin. Past that, he would have seen the sleeping figures of his nieces and nephews, of his grandparents, parents, and sisters. All had been living under such small accommodations in order to let Pitch prosper.

And they all died one week ago, too soon for him to grow rich and pay them back. Trust him when he said that it was no accident. Every man, child, and woman was to be murdered that night.

. . .

Tooth was only awake for a week and Jack already wanted to kill her again. He thought he made it pretty clear by snapping her neck that he wasn't hot for her. He didn't know why she liked him so much. Jack was one of the most vile and uncaring guys she had ever met in her many years of life.

"She likes your teeth," Pitch suggested as he sipped on his rum. Jack snorted. He was always drinking even though his tolerance was so high by now he almost never reached it. Hundreds of years of drinking really raised the bar.

He thought back on their last conversation. Tooth claimed he desperately needed a bride. After ruling Guardia as the king alone for about 450 years now, Jack assumed she was right mostly. "I need a queen."

Pitch spat out some of his drink. "You mean a wife? I thought you said-,"

"I know what I said," Jack snapped. "I don't want a wife. I want a queen. Somebody equipped to rule. I'll label her my bride-to-be."

Pitch's mood dropped noticeably. His fangs popped out. Jack knew that was a sign he hated the idea. "And give up your power?" Jack shrugged. He wasn't concerned on his amount of power by now. His people knew who called the shots. Nobody crossed him anymore. After all, he could drain the blood from an entire town in less than two hours, and that was him alone, not to mention the rest of his council. "If you are looking to get rid of it, my schedule is free." Jack snorted, used to his usual jokes of him claiming to want the crown. He was his best friend. He wouldn't do that to Jack.

"Shira's your only other option," Bunnymund suddenly spoke, walking in to bar room for a drink. He snorted. "Have fun with her."

Suddenly, Shira dropped from the ceiling, right in front of Bunny, facing off. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jack pushed off the seat. He didn't have the patience for their meaningless fights.

"I'm going out," he announced, grabbing his cloak and looking at the sky. He grinned. The moon was high. With the cool air, he had no problem running for miles. The trees blurred unless he focused directly on them. His feet were at hyper speed. He heard Pitch following him, but Jack had enough of his pessimistic mind for the hour. He pushed his legs faster and outran his best friend in minutes. After all, he was the fastest of their group. It was hours before he slowed to a jog near the border of his kingdom. His lips curled, looking down over the mountain to the town he loathed.

He hadn't come back in a long time to Arendelle. It was a small country, so small it shouldn't even be classified as a country in his books. Of course, he did have a large kingdom to compare it to.

Jack felt anger pulse through him. Involuntarily, he began running towards the town, the castle coming into view across the lake. That infuriating castle! He knew those people knew nothing of his existence and shouldn't be bothered, but it was their fault. They chose to rule Arendelle. They chose to rule in his birthplace.

He should call it rebirth. After all, he was dead.

He hadn't forgotten his reason for traveling in the first place. Jack entered the first house he found. It was small, far from the populated market area of Arendelle. The shack housed two people. Perfect for his taste. He knocked on the door. "What do you want?" The old woman croaked. Oh yes, Jack thought, she didn't deserve mercy.

"May I come in? I've hurt my foot and would really appreciate a place to rest momentarily from the cold," Jack said. He found the more posh he spoke, the more people tended to let you in. The woman looked at his foot and then behind her. Without a word she left the door open and wandered in the back. Jack cursed under his breath.

Even though he knew it wouldn't work, he tried entering the house anyway. An invisible, strong force stopped him. This is too small to be a house! He jammed his foot into the shield but it didn't budge. It never did.

"Come on in," an old male voice called. Jack sighed in relief and stepped through the doorway, happy to find the force gone. "Let's take a look at that foot-,"

Jack snarled, lurching forward and grabbing the man by the throat. His fangs poked through his regular teeth as his eyes shifted to a bright red color. The man squirmed under his grasp, eyes wide and frightened. Jack grinned, his fangs poking into his lip. And in the next second, his teeth were clamped onto the man's neck, careful to avoid the jugular. The point of feeding on two people in one night was that neither would die. Or so he'd hoped. He gulped down the salty blood, the smell burning into his nose of the bitter lady. Though he was a vampire, the taste of blood never changed, he just grew to love the coppery, slimy sense of it.

Five minutes later, he was staring at the corpse of the old, grouchy lady while the old man lied unconscious but healing. He sighed.

I tried.

With a heavy heart, he laid the body on the bed as if she were sleeping. Blood coated his hands and her body. Wiping his face, he looked at the man. He wasn't coming to for a long time. Licking his lips, he hopped to his feet and exited, wishing the man a happier life onward.

Again, Jack ran. He wanted to see who had the nerve to rule in his lands without the slightest hint of fear from Jack Frost. When he got to the town square everything was silent. It was dark and eerie, perfect for spying. The guards didn't notice when he appeared. He took one glance at the puny wall and hopped straight over the guards and gate from so far behind and so quickly, nobody even blinked an eye.

Knowing he couldn't enter without permission, Jack traveled to the nearest window. He peered inside and saw nothing but rows upon rows filled with books. He didn't understand the need for so many books, but of course he was born in a time where reading wasn't as popular. He didn't even know if it existed.

The next window showed a hall. The only other window he could see after that was a bit tall for his height. He jumped and held himself up to see two sleeping figures. The king and queen, he presumed. They even used the same bed as he had!

In his fury, he tried climbing inside and draining them dry. It was his kingdom. He didn't exactly leave voluntarily! But the shield was up and he bounced back onto the ground, causing a soft thud. Nobody noticed, but he did hear shuffling coming from the window on the other side of the castle. That was the guest room. It was even high up.

After jumping the height of an evergreen tree, he clambered onto the window. He was expecting to see guards or possibly another royal family. Jack gasped at the sight he saw before him.

The girl sat with her back to him, long blonde hair flowing down a smooth, curvy yet petite bare back. A comb ran through her hair as she hummed a tune. Her voice entranced him and that made him very weary. Anything that could distract a vampire was something powerful.

He itched to see more. She was bare naked, but it wasn't just lust. Her soft voice sounded a mix between sad and content. If Jack didn't know any better, he'd say she seemed bored.

When she stood, he got a nice view of her ever adorable and big ass. Jack about fainted. No, he did black out a second, long enough for him to fall once again to the ground. A loud crack sounded after he hit. He groaned, rubbing his neck. How many times would he kill himself tonight? He placed his hands on his head and quickly, but painfully, snapped it back into position. Perks of being the first vampire: when he died, he didn't even black out. Tooth and everyone else? They blacked out for hours.

A shriek sounded from above. There stood the mystery girl, horrified and covering her mouth. "Yo-you just-just snapped y-your neck and then…what happened?"

Jack grinned up at the girl. Her hair was blocking her chest, but he could see that they were something even without the full picture. "I don't know what you're talking about, milady." He stood groggily and jumped the long distance up to her window. She fell back on her butt, scrambling far away from her. Jack didn't care if she knew his 'secret.' Everyone knew.

What was the point of being the vampire king without everyone knowing? Sure, people had riots for 'vampires' these days, but no riot could kill him. Besides, he needed her to know him. She was, after all, his future bride.

. . .

Elsa didn't know what to think. That night, she convinced herself she was dreaming. She dreamt of the man falling and turning his neck, standing without a problem. It made sense, too, because the man was more handsome than any she had ever seen. It was a simple fact, not to gush about her imagination.

Then he pranced his way into their throne room as if he owned the place. He had royal clothing on, but he had no royal court, carriage, or horse. It took a lot of convincing to let him past the gates with his cocky attitude. He went so far as to refuse to enter without first being invited in by her parents at the front gate.

His white blonde – no, just white – hair stuck out to her from the hallway. For once, Elsa was intrigued and came into the throne room on her own, without having to be persuaded. She was stunned enough to drop the vase on her feet, giving away a slight cut.

Ignoring it, she walked to her throne and listened to the conversation he was having with her father. The man met her eyes with a wink! He was so vulgar she was disgusted. Then he kept eyeing her feet, as if something scared him. Elsa took that back. He wasn't scared of it, but it did draw his attention somehow, causing the man to sweat.

"Is that a family name?" Elsa blurted. She heard Walt address the man as Jack Frost. For some reason, it rang a bell. All eyes turned on her. Walt and Lillian sent glares. She wasn't supposed to speak out of turn, but of course, Elsa didn't listen.

Jack didn't seem to mind. "Yes, actually, how did you know?" She didn't appreciate the way he looked at her. She suddenly remembered that she was naked in her not-so-much-dream.

Rolling her eyes while blushing, she explained. "I think…wasn't there a Jack Frost who ruled here once?" She turned to her father, who was a stickler for this kind of stuff. He nodded with a grim smile, proud to know she was actually reading her history. Well…she had just read that tidbit in the book. It was rumored he was turned into a vampire – the vampire.

"Yes," Lillian spoke, looking at her feet in dismay. "Those were harsh times." Jack's eyes seemed to be challenging something, but what she could not tell: Lillian, or that statement? "Jack Frost of Guardia, ancestor of Jack the Ripper-,"

"Is that the name we gave him?" Jack smirked smugly, his hands spread wide as if this were his own court. Elsa grew weary of his cockiness. Something was definitely wrong with this man. If she didn't know any better – no, she couldn't risk thinking like that. People would think she was crazy! "That's impressive. Original. I love it."

"What is your business here?" Walt interrupted Jack's fiesta. Jack narrowed his eyes at the aged man.

"Why, isn't it obvious?" He laughed with glee, walking forward to Elsa's throne. She stiffened when he took her hand. His gentle grasp startled her, but the coldness of his palm shocked her more. "How would you like to be my queen?"

Laughter filled the room. So many people were laughing. She could tell Jack didn't like it, but the laughter continued anyhow. Elsa herself was laughing hardest, giggles set aside for a moment like this. The mere thought of being this cold man's wife seemed so impossible she had to laugh. "Your queen? I would do no such thing when I have my own throne awaiting me here." She tried not to sound so rude and repulsed, but she wasn't an actress. And Jack wasn't born yesterday.

His eyes burst to flames. "You aren't aware, fair maiden, of how vast my kingdom is compared to yours."

"And what is that?" Elsa giggled

"I rule Guardia," Jack snorted, walking past her as if she were nothing. He addressed her father. "Since she finds this a joke, I'll deal with you."

"Deal?" Elsa retorted, smothering all jokes aside. Her mother glared at her. "I am no prize."

"Elsa! That is enough," Walt interrupted. "You've disrupted this court enough. Silence." Elsa looked less than surprised. She has been told that before, but never on such a personal matter. She looked between her mother and father, but they held the same look. In fact, the only one nearest her side was the mysterious Jack Frost. "Now I'm sorry Jack, but size is only another reason to keep my daughter here. We cannot risk a change in power so large. I'm sure you understand."

Jack shifted his feet, debating strategically on his next answer. Finally, he exhaled loudly, moving back to the middle of the court. "No, I don't. I've been ruling for over four hundred years. Shifting my power isn't something I admire. So. That being said, would you like to reconsider your answer, my king?" He taunted Walt in such a carefree manner. Walt and Lillian looked between each other, utterly shocked. Elsa's jaw dropped.

She knew exactly what this meant. Jack Frost stood before her: the Jack Frost.

Silence captivated them. Lillian and Walt kept staring at him, trying to wrap their minds around it. Elsa had to admit she was intrigued. Questions upon questions piled up. Then she remembered his cocky attitude and rude smirk. No, she would not marry him even if she were meeting a celebrity.

"No?" Jack seethed. His anger was evident as his breathing depended, eyes glowering on the princess. Her breath caught in her throat. That look gave her more than chills. Fear crept down her neck. He looked murderous, ready to tear her throat out. Gripping the edge of her throne, she straightened her posture and looked ahead, ignoring the way his eyes bore holes into her hair. "You will wish you had said yes."


A/N: So this is my second fan fiction story for Jack and Elsa. I am in love with these two! What do you all think about this story line? On my last Jelsa story an awesome guest reviewer gave me this awesome plot line! I hope BloodJewel (guest reviewer) is reading this and likes it, if not so sorry! But this plot is very detailed as it gets further in I just hope I can handle it!

Please please please tell me what you all think. I would love some inspiration!