Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or RotG cuz if I did, there would be a crossover movie already.
The child looked out the window in awe.
A teenage boy leaned closer to the window.
He saw something that he rarely saw in his life.
In the child's eyes was reflection of the scene before the child.
The snow covered the land like a child in its bed.
The teenage boy stared in shock as he hovered above the snow.
His grip on his staff tightened and he lost height in the air.
In the child's eyes,
he saw a teenage boy
with hair as white as snow,
skin as pale as frost,
eyes as blue as a sky,
holding a brown staff in his hands.
The teenage boy leaned in even closer.
The child smiled even wider.
The teenage boy's eyes widened.
"You can see me?"
The child's face glowed.
"Jack Frost, I will always believe in you, no matter what."
And the child's young face grew older,
the child's face glowed more,
the child's smile widened.
"And if I don't, you'll find a way to help me believe again, I know it."
They heard a knock on the child's door.
"Come on, you need to meet someone."
Came from behind the door.
The child broke from the conversation.
And the child turned and didn't come back for a long time.
The boy waited, but grew weary.
The boy left to a different world.
Right as the boy disappeared in the sky,
the child, much older by now, came back into the room, calling,
"Jack Frost?"
The child's eyes were in tears.
The window was frosty and the outside looked stormy.
"Jack Frost?"
The child, although might have known what happened,
still called out once more and let go of the hope the child had left.
"Jack, please,
It's me, Elsa."
21 YEARS BEFORE THE GREAT WINTER
He jumped and solemnly flew around the line of two worlds. He soared around and stopped at a tall pine tree with his eyes glued on the line.
"What is that?" He asked himself.
Over on the other side of the line, was a slight shadow of a castle, tall and sturdy, towering over a village. He squinted and leaned forward. He never saw an actual kingdom before, let alone a castle.
In the castle, the lights were all on, and it seemed lively in the stillest of nights. In one of the windows, you could see the brightest light, and almost everyone was crowded inside of that room. The teenage boy shot into the air and crossed the line. He saw the castle much more clearly and stopped again at another pine tree.
In the window, a woman was on the brink of giving birth. He saw this and winced at the thought of how much pain she was having if that many people had to be in the same room at the same time.
His eyes were glued on the woman and saw a flicker in her stomach. He felt a wave of joy in his heart. His eyes grew wide. How long has it been since the last time he felt this happy?
Never.
He knew that something special was going to happen to this child. After all, why would he feel this happy? He stretched out into the air and flew to the window. His initial response to the screaming woman should have been, Er... maybe I should just go back..., but, although he hesitated, he continued to watch the people.
He saw the look on their faces and knew there was something wrong.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" said a woman.
"I do hope so," said another.
He felt worried. He sped into the room and sent a chilling gust of wind as well. He settled at the side of the woman giving birth and sighed with sympathy. He saw the flicker in her stomach again and knew that this was the baby. The baby was glowing. But how come only he could see it? He stared at the flickering stomach and moved his hand to touch it.
"AGHH!" The woman yelled out.
He jumped back and put his pale hand back on his staff. His eyes grew wide with worry and hesitated. He tried to touch the stomach again, he must have been crazy to want to touch a grown woman's stomach, but he felt as if if he did, something would happen.
His hand reached out and touched her stomach again, but nothing happened.
What a waste of time, he thought.
He was about to take his hand off the woman but the flickering started again. And this time, there was no doubt about it, the flickering was definitely coming from the child inside. And again, the joy rushed into him and his lips curved into a gentle smile. He ascended into the air and soared out to the cold air. His joy had, unbeknownst to him, whirled a silent wind into the room and lit the sky with colors.
"What was that?" asked the crowd.
The woman, smiling, said softly, "The sky must be awake."
And the boy soared out to his world again with a new joy awake inside of him. He wanted to have fun this time.
AN: Yay! My first ever FanFic! And yes, I am a Jelsa fan. :)