This is a one-shot based on yamino's art on Tumblr. It was the first art I saw for Janelsa and led to me shipping it big time. This work is unbetaed. Enjoy.


Jane was a very perceptive woman. On the first day that she arrived in Arendelle, when she was brought before the Queen, she noticed it. Two weeks later, she almost commented on it. But somewhere in the middle of her third week as an honored guest of the Queen herself, she finally did something about it. She and Elsa had taken to spending much of their afternoons together, in the library, the gardens, Elsa's study, in town, but no matter where they went or how many people were around them, she noticed that Elsa always clenched her gloved fists.

She finally asked Princess Anna - "please call me, Anna, Jane" - who explained to her that it had to do with the years of isolation.

The next day, she and the Queen had planned to visit the city gardens, but when said queen was no where to be found, Jane went in search of her.

Finally coming upon a white door with what looked like blue snowflakes painted on it, she knocked.

"Come in Anna," was all she heard. The voice sounded sad and distant.

When she entered, Jane was amazed by the the suspended snowflakes that hung in the air until she noticed a figure huddled in a corner to the left of the door, ice coating the walls and floor around her.

This was the first time Jane saw Elsa, not the Queen of Arendelle, and her heart broke. Elsa looked so small in that corner that it almost brought Jane to tears.

But she didn't dwell on it as Elsa was currently looking at her with wide, scared eyes.

"You." She stood up but stayed glued to the corner. "You shouldn't be here." She tried to be as regal as possible but failed miserably.

"I was looking for you." She took a few small steps towards the Queen. Just like the gorillas she met in Africa, Jane knew that any suddenly movement would spook Elsa and she didn't want to think about what might happen then.

"I thought that perhaps you had forgotten our outing." Another careful step towards her destination.

"I," Elsa seemed lost for words.

"Shall we sit on the bed?" Jane queried.

Elsa nodded but did not take the hand Jane offered.

Jane once again noticed that the Queen wore gloves and that her hands were clenched.

Once they settled on the bed, the Queen explained that Anna told her that she and Jane talked about "… Before…" And that she hoped it didn't change Jane's opinion of her.

Jane assured Her Majesty - "please call me, Elsa, Jane" - that she came to Arendelle to see the Queen and Princess. Magical powers were an added bonus, she said with a smile.

Though Elsa still looked unconvinced, clenching her hands all the more, Jane continued.

"It's not your powers that make you beautiful." At this, she confidently put her hand over Elsa's breast and pushed firmly. "It's your capacity for love and to love."

The Queen's breathing became rapid and small snowflakes began to fall from nowhere. No one dared touch her before now, and this woman was feeling her heartbeat. Could she feel the skipped beats? The thudding noise that sounded so loud in Elsa's ears? Her hands clenched.

Still confident and tired of that damn movement, Jane took one of Elsa's hands in her own and held tight when the blonde tried to jerk it back.

She took off Elsa's thick glove, placed it in the space between them and held their hands up, palms touching each other.

Jane though that their hands fit like a glove but did not wish to ruin the moment with a bad pun.

That was the first time anyone other than Anna touched the Queen's bare hand in over 13 years.