Author's Note:

Hi, hi all! After much debate, I've hopped onto to actually write my own story, and not just read! I'm a HUGE Jelsa shipper, so I gave in and here it is! The debut of my very first chapter of my very first fanfic! EEEEEE!

Please read and review, but don't be mean because this is my first time, aha. But as a writer, whatever you have to say means a lot to me because I want you guys to enjoy the story as it goes along, as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far.

If you have any ideas on further chapters or plot lines (because to be honest, I'm not so sure on where I want to take the story yet), leave them in reviews or private message me!

And with that, here is Chapter One of The Prince in the Dream! :) *title subject to change*

~ Allex

Chapter One:

Elsa sighed.

After delivering a toast that seemed to carry on for hours, she could finally sit down in her throne.

Of course, Elsa wouldn't dare slouch or rest her chin on her fist like she longed to because, what would her citizens think?

And it wasn't like she wasn't excited anyway. In fact, Elsa was quite happy. Her younger sister Anna had just wed a wonderful man who was madly in love with her. Kristoff was a bit strange; he held conversations with his pet reindeer, Sven, and was so obsessed with ice, that whenever his eyes fell upon one of Elsa's ice sculptures, he would almost burst into tears. But Elsa had to admit; he was so selfless and always saw that Anna would be taken care of, which made the queen very proud to call the husky blonde man her brother-in-law. Despite this, Elsa was beyond exhausted. She had spent all day ensuring the food tasted good enough, greeting the guests that arrived, and helping with the wedding décor by carving sculptures and making snow fall from the ceiling of one of the ballrooms where the wedding was held. She wanted everything to be perfect for Anna, so she found herself working harder than she already did when she handled her queenly duties. Now, all the guests were dancing and socializing throughout the grand ballroom and Elsa swore she had never seen so many people in one place at one time. Well, not since her coronation at least. She chuckled, recalling when Anna begged her to invite kingdoms from distances even further than those of Scotland and France. She shook her head. That girl was definitely something.

"Err… Excuse me… Your highness?"

Elsa looked up to face whoever interrupted her thoughts. Her eyes moved to a small boy, about 7 or 8 years old, who stood in front of her holding a yellow flower in his hands. His white dress shirt contrasted nicely against his chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes. A younger girl in a pink dress, clinging to her brother, peeked out from behind him, sporting the same color hair and eyes. Elsa recognized them as children from the town, the son and daughter of the candle maker and his wife. They were a charming little family.

The queen smiled warmly. "Yes, young ones?"

"Uhh, uhmm…" The boy struggled to find his words, shaking as he nervously held out the flower to the older woman.

His little sister stepped out shyly, clearing her throat. "Queen Elsa?" she said in a squeaky voice. "This flower is for you." The girl nodded toward her brother then turned to face Elsa again. "Uhh, would- would you like to join me and my brother and the other children? We, we would like to see your pretty powers… And dance with you…" She paused for a while, and then looked up hopefully to the queen. "Please? It would be an honor."

Elsa's smile was bigger than before. "Of course," she replied. "I would love to."

Two pairs of brown eyes grew wide. The siblings turned to face each other in disbelief before they began to jump and down, cheering happily. Each child took one of Elsa's hands in his or her own, leading her excitedly across the ballroom floor. She was greeted by a loud, joyous chorus.

"It's the queen!" "It's Queen Elsa!" "Yay!" "The queen is going to play with us!"

Elsa laughed as she knelt down to meet the eye levels of the village children. She grinned, forming a snowball in hand. "Are you ready?" She was answered by eager nods and she released the sphere into the air, triggering a flurry of snowflakes to cascade softly on small pink noses and hands. Elsa then created several small piles of snow, pulling a few elated children on top of them to dance with her. Her heart smiled. People were no longer afraid of her winter powers; now, she could focus on making her citizens happy. It was her favorite thing about being Arendelle's famed Snow Queen. She absolutely loved it.

After some time, the children wore themselves out from all the fun, and parents came to pick up the sleepy little bodies in their arms. Not wanting the adults to miss out on their own entertainment, Elsa spoke up. "If you would like, I have a spare bedroom across the ballroom. The children can rest there. Please. I insist. Stay and enjoy my sister's wedding festivities." They all smiled, thanking her, and proceeded to follow the queen to a large room with a rather large bed. The parents laid their little tykes to peaceful sleep and crept out silently to join the rest of the party.

Elsa returned to her throne, taking a moment to relax and catch her breath. She sat for a few minutes before heading to the chocolate bar at the west end of the room. After all, what was Anna's wedding without a fair share of chocolate to celebrate? Elsa stuck a few large berries into the chocolate fountain and grabbed a glass of champagne before sitting down at one of the small tables along the walls. She settled in a seat halfway between the chocolate bar and the musicians. And even though the musicians were in the middle of an upbeat number, Elsa couldn't help but feel her eyelids droop a bit. The time she spent playing with the village kids only added to her previous weariness from the long hours of the wedding day. She sipped on her drink and turned away slightly, hoping that she could avoid having people come up to her. The queen felt her eyelids closing slowly and she let out a yawn. "Maybe I'll doze off for a few minutes," she murmured.

A shocked Elsa awoke when someone bumped her chair, nearly causing her to knock over her drink. Thankfully, the champagne was resting on the table and she was able to catch it with the hand that held her cheek when she slumbered. Still cranky from her rude awakening, she frowned a bit, but she shook it off. Sighing, Elsa turned back around to face the sea of people in front of her.

That's when she saw him.

Blue eyes met blue eyes as Elsa gazed upon a young man with pale skin and white hair. She was completely fascinated. The Snow Queen's own tresses were a gorgeous, light platinum blonde, but she had never before seen anyone with hair even lighter than hers. His locks were tousled, waving softly in different directions as if the wind had played with them. It was like the wind simply couldn't stop playing with them. Normally, Elsa wasn't attracted to such untidiness, but it seemed to fit this figure perfectly. His hair framed his face quite nicely. The man had a slightly chiseled face, with strong brows and a strong jaw, but his thin lips pulled back to raise his cheekbones, revealing a boyish smile, highlighted by a set of pearly white teeth.

And those eyes…

His beautiful blue eyes were a tad darker than Elsa's aquamarine irises, yet they sparkled playfully in the lighted ballroom, and the queen found that this was her favorite feature of his handsome face. She was captivated by this stranger, and she wanted to stare into those eyes forever.

The man's outfit was no less stunning. He wore a steel blue military coat that matched his eyes exactly. Silver buttons and black accents fell along the sleeves and at the front of the jacket, showing off his slim, yet built, figure. A navy blue half-cape draped over his broad shoulders, its color matching Elsa's evening gown, and a white sash, bearing a silver crest, trailed from the left of his body, and down his chest, coming to rest near his right hip. Navy pants traced around his long, lanky legs, disappearing at the knees, which were covered by black boots. Is he a prince? Elsa wondered. He certainly did look like royalty.

Elsa blinked a few times, still in awe that someone as perfect as this man could exist. He seemed to feel the same way about her, as she saw him blink as well before heading towards her, his charming smile spreading more and more as he got closer. The pair stood face to face, locked in the stares of the other. The man's eyes left Elsa's only to reach for her left hand. He held it gently in his right, slowly bringing it up while bringing his upper body down to bow and kiss it. He looked up from this position and straight into the queen's eyes.

"Your majesty." His smooth, baritone voice seemed to echo around the walls. "I have heard much of your greatness," he continued, beaming. Elsa could sense the heat rising slightly in her cheeks.

"May I have this dance?"

*for more effect listen to Over the Waves Waltz by Juventino Rosas (via YouTube; video is by montejesus; start at 0:50)*

The Snow Queen could only nod and smile back in response as the man took the left hand he was already holding and placed it on his right shoulder, drawing Elsa close as his arm snaked around her waist. He stole her other hand and brought it near their faces, his eyes never leaving hers as they pushed off into a waltz. They swayed with ease to the rhythmic 1-2-3, 1-2-3 of the song; Elsa's admirer guided her turns as they encircled the ballroom, not once stepping on her feet. The sight of the queen dancing with this strange, new person drew attention from a number of guests in the room and Elsa, feeling a blush creeping up on her face, looked down and closed her eyes to save her from embarrassment. She breathed deeply, noticing that her partner smelled like freshly powdered pine trees, which eased her nerves a bit. Elsa opened her eyes as the man twirled her under his arm, before catching her again. They danced in their silence until the man spoke.

"I do believe that you are the best dance partner I've ever had, your highness."

"I could say the same," Elsa remarked. "You know, I never did get your name."

"Jackson. I come from up north." The queen raised her eyebrows at this, not fully satisfied with this answer. He smirked slightly. "Prince Jackson, from the small kingdom of Northern Burgess. But please, dear queen, call me Jack."

"Alright, Jack of Northern Burgess. Then, call me Elsa."

Jack's dashing smile grew once more and he lifted Elsa off the ground effortlessly, spinning her in the air. When she touched down, she threw her head back, a blissful laugh ringing around the ballroom. "Oh my," she said breathlessly. "I don't think I've ever felt this free since the time I built my ice castle." Jack watched her interestedly. "I'm glad, Elsa. You know, back in my kingdom, my people sometimes called me the Prince of Fun. When it's wintertime, I have snowball fights and sled down the hills with the villagers. But I would like to hear more about you." Elsa tilted her head at this. "Well, I'm sure you know about my mishap from a couple years back." The prince chuckled. "No matter," he replied. "I would like to hear the story anyway." He whirled her around again, this time leaning her into a dip.

Though she had just met the man, something about Jack told Elsa she could trust him. With a grin tugging at the corner of her lips, she told her tale, starting from her parents' surprise at her snow white hair, followed by her ability to make snow and ice out of the palm of her hand. Then she told him about the night that she slipped and hit Anna with her powers, when her family journeyed to the Valley of the Trolls to erase Anna's memory, and when she moved out of her little sister's room. She bit her lip, holding back her emotions as she remembered how she rejected Anna's knocks and calls from outside her bedroom door, even when their parents died in a horrible accident. Elsa didn't notice that tears had started falling down her cheeks until Jack's voice shook her back to consciousness. "Hey, hey. It's alright," he whispered, holding her face, then linking her arm around his to lead her to the balcony. "Look at me. That's over now, okay Elsa? I mean, look. You're here, at her wedding. It's in the past, don't be scared." She scoffed at her tears, giving him a sad smile before continuing on about her coronation and her ice castle; about freezing Anna's heart and finally realizing that love, even just the love between family, could solve her problems.

Elsa exhaled, overwhelmed that she had spilled her deepest secrets to the Jack. Of course, she had told Anna about all this during a long-awaited sister sleepover after the Great Thaw, but it wasn't as easy. Jack made her feel comfortable and something in her heart gave her the notion that she knew him from somewhere else, as if she had known him for a great deal of time. She didn't quite know why. A cool breeze traveled by the young queen and prince and they both sighed. "Wait, Elsa. Aren't you cold?" Jack asked. "Huh?" "A night breeze just passed. Err, here! Take my jacket!" Jack began to remove his coat, until Elsa put her hand on his shoulder, giggling. "Don't you remember? I'm the Snow Queen, so the cold never bothered me. I rather enjoy it." She smiled before turning to face the full moon that was shining on them. "What's your story, Jackson of Northern Burgess?" In the dim light, Jack could see Elsa trying to hide any sign of mischief, biting her lip once again. He snickered softly, opening his mouth to tease her.

"I guess it's only-"

But the conversation was interrupted by a loud boom and the ground beneath them shook. Jack and Elsa stared at each other, eyebrows furrowed, wondering where the noise came from when suddenly, another boom, and the floor of the ballroom started to crack. Elsa looked over in horror.

"No, no… ANNA!"

"Elsa!"

Elsa ran inside and Jack trailed behind her in frustration, dodging chunks of stone that were falling down from the ceiling.

"Elsa! Stop! Don't!"

"Jack, my sister! I can't lose her again!" she shouted, turning back briefly.

Elsa was too distracted to notice the piece of rubble that had dropped, and she tripped, tearing the bottom of her dress up to her knee. Jack rushed to her side to help her stand.

This time, three more booms followed and the two looked at each other fearfully, trying to move out of the way of falling debris, while guiding people out the large wooden doors. They held on to each other for dear life, Elsa burying her head in Jack's chest, inhaling his sweet cologne, scared of what she could possibly lose.

She closed her eyes, and then,

BOOM.

Elsa's eyes shot wide open, only to find herself looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom. She sat up, bewildered. Everything was as she left it the day befpre; her thin blue canopy surrounded her bed, her simple chandelier glistened in the morning sun, and she was completely wrapped up in her azure comforters. Even her copy of Romeo and Juliet lay under her tea cup on her nightstand.

Then she heard it again. The boom or, rather, a loud knocking coming from her door.

"Who is it?" she asked sleepily.

A cheery Anna bounced into the room and onto her sister's bed.

"Hey, sis! I just wanted to come see you before me and Kristoff leave for our honeymoon!" she piped.

"Your…honeymoon? What?" After the terror Elsa witnessed in the ballroom, she couldn't believe what Anna was saying.

"Yeah, silly! My honeymoon! I got married yesterday, remember? There was a party. You know, with chocolates and dancing and stuff?"

Elsa shook her head. "Oh, right. I'm obviously still tired from all the fun." She forced a smile, unsure of what to think.

"Well, sleepyhead, I'll miss you a lot! I'll bring you things from our trip! EEEEEEEE! I'm excited!" Anna jumped up and down again before embracing her sister in a tight hug.

"Oh, Anna." Elsa sniffed. "I'm so happy for you. You kids have fun, okay? But not TOO much fun. You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about." She smirked, pinching her sibling's cheek.

At this, the strawberry blonde turned redder than her hair and both sisters collapsed on the sheets, clutching their stomachs from laughing uncontrollably.

"Princess Anna," a servant called from the door. "The ship is loaded. Are you ready to leave, ma'am?"

Elsa and Anna wiped the tears from the cheeks, still sore from giggling.

"Thank you, Thomas!" Anna turned her head from the door back to Elsa. "I guess this means I'm going now," she sighed as she hugged her sister once more, bolting out the door. But not before yelling back, "DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF, ELSA! OR I'LL KILL YOU IF YOUR STRESS DOESN'T!" Thomas leapt up in shock at the young woman's loud voice.

The queen chuckled. "GOODBYE ANNA!" she screamed in response, frightening poor Thomas for a second time. He mumbled something incoherent before leaving.

As soon as she heard the door click, Elsa started to pace, puzzled by the situation. So Anna's wedding WAS last night. But how would an earthquake have left the castle in one piece? And Jack…

Jack...

What of the wonderful prince she had met?

Elsa tried to sort her thoughts and clear her head. Perhaps it was a dream, she concluded. That had to be it, right?

But the blonde-headed beauty noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She saw her sparkling, navy blue dress sitting on her day bed by her window. I must've carelessly thrown it there after the party, Elsa said to herself. She shrugged. It had been an eventful day. The Snow Queen walked toward the dress curiously, and picked it up as if to return to the memories of the previous night. But as soon as she held it, Elsa dropped the dress, her hands flying to her mouth in astonishment.

The fabric at the end of her garment was frayed, with remnants of a chalky white substance visible in various places. And halfway up the skirt, was a slit that would have reached her knees.

There it is! Chapter one! Whew! Leaving you guys with a cliff hanger on the first try, MUAHAHAHA!

Jk. But please please PLEASE tell me what you think.

Also, a side note. I realize that the waltz I told you guys to listen to is a bit historically inaccurate to the story. The events of Frozen took place around the 1800s and so that's where the story is set, but I just thought it was a nice, upbeat waltz that I pictured Jack and Elsa dancing to. I just saw them doing all these cute lifts and dips in my head, and it just gave me feels, hahaha. I mean, Juventino Rosas DID live in the 1800s, but I doubt a waltz from Mexico would make it to Norway. But who knows?

And updates. I don't know how often I will be able to update because I am very busy girl who is still working on her education, so I don't know if I can update chapters weekly or every other day, etc. When I get on spring break, I will try my hardest to upload as much as I can and conquer writers block, but please bear with me as I'm still new to this. I want to commit to this, and I know it'll be hard to wait, but please stick with me! I WILL try to do as much as I can to keep the story constant!

Anyway, hope you liked it! Read and review! All that good stuff! :)

~ Allex