Elsa giggled as she rolled around by herself in her soft blanket. She loved this blanket, always had and she adored shooting snow out of her hands and combine the cold with the warm.

Today was different though and she knew it. Today she felt as if she was being watched. Not in a creepy way but in a nice way, she felt safe and loved. At first she thought that her parents had caught sight of her shenanigans but she was wrong. As she turned to face her open door, she saw no one. She looked around and didn't spot anything until her eyes landed on the window, a boy was sitting on the rail, watching her with joyful eyes.

She stood, curious but not frightened. She walked closer and the boy's eyes widened as her naive eyes bore into his. She opened the window just a crack and the window became coated with a layer of frost. Elsa smiled, looking at it and in mere seconds the frost melted and the window was back to its normal dry self. She lifted her glance up to the mysterious young man and tilted her head.

"You can see me," he said. Elsa didn't think he was asking her a question, it was more of a statement. Like he wanted her to reassure him.

"Of course I can, silly. You are real right?" Elsa reached out, touching his arm and then griping his weirdly shaped stick. "What is this?"

"This is my staff. It helps me create my magic."

"Magic? I-I thought that I was the only one who could do magic. What kind of magic can you do?"

"Magic much like yours," he said. He lifted his hand and waved it around, creating a beautiful snowflake. Elsa's eyes widened and she couldn't contain her smile.

"Your really do have magic! Who are you?"

"I go by the name of Jack Frost."

"Frost?" Elsa waved her hand against the window and the frost from earlier appeared again. "Like this frost?"

"Just so," Jack said, his smile so big it could cover the whole world.

"Jack," Elsa mumbled his name. She repeated it again, almost like she was memorizing it's every sound. Jack couldn't help but like the way her tiny voice said it. She was adorable. "How old are you, Jack."

"Well you see, I'm what people call, immortal."

"Immortal?"

"I will never age, never die."

"Never die! So that means that you will never get all old and squishy." Elsa let out of chain of loud giggles. She squeezed her eyes shut and stomped her feet as she laughed.

"No," Jack said, chuckling with her.

"Can I never die too."

"You sure can, your spirit and will power to do right will keep you alive forever."

"Yay, but I'm only seven now, I think I'll wait until I'm a little older to become like you. I guess I'll just have to wait and not let my spirit show until then, I don't want to be stuck seven forever, right?"

"Well, your time will come but for now don't let that stop you. Follow your heart and do let your spirit show. I'm almost positive you will continue to grow, just wait and see."

"Okay, Jack. I will."

"Elsa?" Elsa turned and looked at her smiling mother. "Who are you talking to, dear."

"My friend Jack, he's sitting right here, don't you see?" Elsa turned and saw Jack still sitting there, smiling at her.

The queen smiled at her eldest daughter. She knew that Elsa had a tendency to create imaginary friends. She didn't stop her though, she knew that with time Elsa would mature and her imaginary friends would slowly disappear out of her mind, becoming one with the wind. "That's great, Elsa dear, but say your goodbyes, it's time to eat supper now."

Elsa nodded and turned her head to Jack. "Mother wants me to eat. Do you want to eat supper with me?"

Jack shook his head, smiling. "I thank you but no. I must head home now but remember, if you ever need me, just call my name."

"Okay, Jack. Will I see you tomorrow."

"Bright and early."

Elsa giggled as she was lead out by her mother. Jack smiled again as he continued to hear Elsa little voice as she told her mother all about him. He was thankful for the new friend, it could get lonely when no one else saw you. Jack had little friends but he held on tightly to the ones he did have because they only lasted so long before he found himself alone again. Sometimes he wished he wasn't immortal, it was more a curse than it was a blessing.

He sat up and stretched before lifting off into the cool air and gliding up towards the bright moon.

Hello readers! Okay so I was on Pinterest and I kept seeing all this amazing fanart of Jelsa and I just had to write something about them. I have some ideas for the story and I'm excited, I just hope I can get my ideas onto paper. I hope you guys liked the first chapter and if you want, leave me a comment. Until next time. Bella.