**So, this is the start of my Jelsa FanFic. Pitch is the bad guy, Jelsa are the lovers, yaddayadda, give us the story!

Woah, slow down there, there's a few things you need to know! Like, if you read the prequel to this, you'll know Jack and Pitch got a little heated, but to set things straight, Jack only became psychologically dependant on Pitch. Jack still hates him. As for Pitch hating Jack, I guess we'll have to find out :D

Also, if you're coming from the last story, prepare for longer chapters, but there'll still be 7 for the seven days, though they might be split.

Okej, can we have den jävla historien nu?

One more thing, (Elsa swears in Swedish) the timeline is that Jack is a certified Guardian, but it's Elsa's era, so about a century or so after his death.

Nu tack?

Njut :D

I don't own any characters from Rise Of The Guardians nor Frozen.**

DAY 1

A giant castle made of ice.

Jack was extremely interested, so much so that he forgot about why he was in the mountains in the first place. While trying to rescue a friend, Jack had been captured and tortured by Pitch Black the Nightmare King. The Winter Spirit had left the safety of the Guardians, knowing he would never belong with them again after what he'd been through. He ran away into the mountains, not knowing what to do next, but a giant ice castle was an alright start.

He slowly moved toward the beam of ice that had caught his staff and saved him from falling into an icy crevice. Jack didn't know if he would've had the strength to fly out from a fall like that.

The ice formed a beautiful, elegant staircase that lead to the main doors of the castle. Jack carefully walked up it, marvelling at how the ice held his weight. When he reached the top, he lightly pushed one of two big doors open.

Inside, Jack saw two curving staircases leading up to the second floor, and three doorways leading into different rooms on the first floor. The chandelier above him was simply breathtaking. Jack walked over to the centrepiece in-between the stairs- a totally frozen water fountain. He touched the small droplets suspended in the air, totally clueless as to how something this beautiful could have come into existence. Maybe the Man in the Moon had known Jack was leaving the Guardians, and knew he needed somewhere to stay. No, that wasn't really Manny's style to interfere so much- and even if the Man in the Moon would speak to Jack, he'd say Jack was still a Guardian and not to abandon his friends.

While Jack was in deep thought as to the origin of the palace, he didn't think about an owner. With a flurry of cold air from a blizzard brewing outside, the two main doors flung open. Jack spun around, and for a moment suspected Pitch would be there. Wielding his staff in front of him, Jack became even more bewildered as an eskimo walked through the door, lugging a large sled piled with canvas sacks. Jack relaxed and lowed his staff- the figure was obviously human, but he most certainly didn't want to find out this palace was some kind of resort for mortals.

The eskimo pulled back its hood to reveal platinum hair and striking icy eyes. An eskimo-ette, Jack corrected himself. The young woman was about Jack's age, but her eyes carried as much sadness and loneliness as Jack's. She pulled a long plait out of the back of her jacket, laying it across her left shoulder in a motion Jack could tell she'd practised a lot. Her hair was decorated with small colourful bits of ice. Strange decoration for a human, Jack thought, the cold mustn't bother her.

Snow fell off her shoulders as she set about dragging the sled into the first of the three doors, which Jack followed her through. It was strange- the way she moved, almost as if she was hesitant to use her hands.

'Let me guess, your fingers are numb from the cold? That may have been my fault.' Jack said aloud, knowing she couldn't hear him. The girl stopped unpacking the bags and turned around, looking right where Jack was standing. She slightly turned her head, as if she had heard something. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, but Jack had taught himself to not build hope of a human ever seeing him, even when he was so convinced they could. His theory was proved, just as he was about to speak again, the girl took off back to the front door, holding her hood back above her head with one hand. Jack followed in fast pursuit. She carefully traced her way around to the back of the castle, and furrowed about in the snow. Jack was right- the cold didn't seem affect her a bit. After a few seconds, she stood up and headed back inside. She stalked right into the kitchen, holding something at her chest. She grabbed one of the sacks off the sled with her free hand and shook it empty. Potatoes spilled everywhere. Jack was extremely intrigued, and saw the reason for her hurry as she lay a small, dark bird in the folds of the fabric. It was shivering and its toes were all curled up, and the young woman stroked one finger along its neck while crooning a song in a strange language Jack had never heard before. With each note, the girl's audience (including the guest she couldn't see) relaxed more and more.

'There we go, little one.' She said quietly as the bird drifted off to sleep, 'I'm Elsa.'

Jack smiled, 'Hi Elsa,' He whispered back. Her voice was beautiful, and Jack considered staying around just to hear her sing again. He even considered using his powers on the bird so she could comfort it again. No, Jack thought, that's something Pitch would do; not me.

As it was with any human, she couldn't see Jack, and paid no attention to him as she whirled around the small kitchen, grabbing a bowl and filling it with melted snow, and another with what looked like finely chopped corn kernels. She set them down by the sleeping bird and stood back with a small smile on her face. Her smile was as beautiful as her singing. Jack decided he would definitely stick around.

Elsa unpacked the rest of the contents of the sled, putting everything in its place. She was so organised it took her nearly the rest of the afternoon to finish, and though Jack loved watching her move so elegantly, he also liked fun. As Elsa climbed the staircase to go to what Jack suspected was her bedroom, he conjured a snowball at her from the rafters. It hit her square in the back of the head, and she turned around in a flurry of snowflakes. Jack laughed and flew to the other wall, hitting her again from the side.

Jack's laughing stopped as he saw her terrified expression. The castle walls took on a different light, more yellow.

'The sun's setting already?' Jack asked her, but she was too busy looking at her hands. He suddenly became worried that he may've hurt her, and rushed forward to see her hands. There was nothing wrong with them other than that they were shaking like crazy.

'Please, please don't be acting up again,' Elsa's voice hitched as she pleaded to the air.

'I'm sorry…' Jack whispered, not caring about anything other than that he'd upset her.

Why do I only hurt people? He asked himself.

Jack stood in front of Elsa, and grasped her hands in his. Strangely, her hands were equally as cold.

Wait what?!

Jack's eyes snapped open to meet Elsa's terrified expression- she was looking at him! He squeezed her hands tighter- he could feel them, she could see him?! A laugh of joy rose out of his throat, just as an icy blast shot him backwards. He landed hard on his back, sliding on the icy floor to hit the doors. The pain in his ribs flared up again, but he didn't care- he shook the snow away from his vision to see Elsa disappearing up the stairs.

'Wait!' He cried. In his joy, his staff must've accidentally fired. Jack's happiness turned to dismay as he realised he may have seriously hurt her this time. He sprinted up the stairs to see her quivering in the centre of the upper room. A large mirror separated them.

'Hold on! Lemme-'

'What are you?!' She screamed, holding her hands in his direction.

'I'm Jack Frost,' Jack said, laying his staff on the ground and lowering his hands in defence, 'you may've read about me.'

Elsa's eyes narrowed.

'Are you kidding me?' She sneered. Her voice wasn't as lovely now. Jack chuckled.

'You're probably scared-' Elsa nodded, 'and feeling pretty defenceless-' Jack began.

'Oh, I'm not defenceless.' Elsa said. She waved her hands and a bright explosion of snow erupted from her direction. Jack had just enough time to duck behind the mirror in the centre of the room as his idle staff was blown down the stairs.

'I'm not here to hurt you!' He yelled over the sudden roar.

'Then why are you here?!' She yelled back, even though the power display was over. Jack lay his head on the cool surface of the mirror.

'I just… Needed to get away from my family.' He said quietly, but Elsa apparently heard.

'I guess… I guess I can relate to that.' Was all she said. They stood there for a few moments, and sudden realisation hit Jack.

'Wait, you just made it snow!' He yelled. Elsa hugged her hands to her chest, now looking very self-conscious.

'If you're Jack Frost I expected you to be kind of used to that.' She said. A thought hit Jack.

'We could have incredible snowball fights.' He said in all seriousness. Elsa burst out laughing, and so did Jack as he felt the hostile air disappear from the room.

'How did you get those powers?' He asked.

'Well, it's kind of a long story…' Elsa mumbled.

'Okay, wait here one second.' Jack said, and raced down the stairs as fast as he could and came back with his staff. He gently struck it against the ground, and snow began to fall from the ceiling.

Elsa's mouth dropped.

'If you're some kind of Snow Queen I expected you to be used to that,' He said jokingly, but Elsa cringed at his comment.

'I'm not a queen of anything…' She said. She seemed to get lost in a memory for a moment, and Jack watched her, intrigued.

Lighting struck outside, jolting both of them to reality.

'I can't kick Jack Frost out into a storm like that,' She said bashfully, 'would you like to stay the night?' She offered, along with a small smile.

Jack smiled back, along with his answer.

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