I am not supposed to leave my bunker. It is the one rule my Father reminds me of on a nearly daily basis, the one rule I know I should never break, and the one rule I always do. I try to be the good girl my parents always scold me into being, but even a good girl can only stay cooped up in her room for so long before her sanity is compromised. So honestly it is in everyone's best interest that I occasionally sneak out of the castle in the dead of the night, and wander through the courtyards until my head is cleared. Or, in my case, a bit less foggy.

Tonight is one of those "rebellious" nights for me- After a day of my Father telling me to control myself, I need an escape. He doesn't understand that it isn't just that simple. I can't just control it. If I could, my life would not be the hell hole it currently is. If I could just control it, like my parents seem to believe I can, I wouldn't be forced to hide behind locked doors.

I pull a purple shawl on over my blue nightgown, and I tug on my elbow-length, turquoise gloves. I usually don't run into anyone on my night excursions, but I would much rather be safe than sorry. I flex my fingers underneath the thick felt, sighing as tie my hair into a braid on top of my head and sneak out my door, down the castle stairs and outside.

The cold night air immediately rushes over me, and I instantly feel a bit more relaxed. I love the cold, but already I can feel it fading. It's the middle of March, and Spring is coming. I frown at the thought, loosening the shawl I have wrapped around me as I turn and walk towards the stables.

I hear the horses begin to whinny as I push the door open, and I laugh and shush them as I slip inside, closing the door firmly behind me. "Honestly I don't know why I come visit you guys, you are so noisy someone is eventually going to come see what's the matter." I laugh lightly, grabbing a lantern from a nearby shelf and flicking it on.

The light casts shadows along the walls, but it is something I have long since grown used to. I navigate through the bales of hay and the pitch forks lining the wall, coming to a halt in front of my own horse, who nickers as I approach. "Hi, girl." I smiled, balancing the lantern on her stall door.
Her name is Persephone, and she is a small dun fjord with a star on her forehead. Her mane is cut in such a way the her black dorsal stripe looks like triangles throughout her mane. She reaches her muzzle over the stall, nuzzling me. I smile and laugh lightly, before taking a step back. God forbid my powers should hurt the only living thing who doesn't fear me.

Persephone whinnies as I move back, swinging her head, knocking the lantern to the ground. It crashes and shatters on the floor, and I groan as I bend over it, trying to gather the pieces of glass in the waning light of the moon. "Who's there?" I jump at the sound of a male voice, and I look for an escape route, but I know I am too late to run out of here without an explanation.

The lights flicker on, and I blink under their harsh light. "Who's there?" The voice asks again, and I yank my gloves on tighter and pull my shawl more snugly around me as a shadow looms around the isle way, soon followed by a boy who can't be much older than me.

"Princess Elsa, I'm sorry." He rushes out, dipping his head in greeting, his white mop of hair bouncing with the movement.

I smile, hiding my nervousness, unconsciously flexing my fingers. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's my fault. I shouldn't be in the stables so late."

"So why are you?" He asks, quirking a brow as he lifts his head up to face me.

I cross my arms, shrugging. "Can't a girl visit her horse."

"In the freezing cold? With nothing but a nightgown and shawl?" He rebuts, and I wonder how suddenly all these questions are being asked of me. I feel the tension level within me rise, and the ground beneath my feet slowly begins to ice over.

"I don't have to explain myself to you. Besides, a Princess can do what she wants." I say back, lifting my chin a bit higher in the air.

I nearly lose my composure when he laughs, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the nearest stall. "I didn't think the future Queen would be quite so... Feisty."

I can't help but laugh at that, and I lift a hand to cover my mouth as I do so. "Well I didn't expect a stable hand to be so, so..."

"Charming? Handsome? Debonair?"

"Sassy." I snicker, and he laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm terribly sorry, but I don't think I caught your name."

He shifts off the wall, holding out a hand. "I'm Jackson Overland. My friends call me Jack."

My eyes shift to his outstretched hands, and I frown as I take an unsure step back. His hand falters and swings to his hair, where it rakes through his unnatural white locks. "It's nice to meet you, Jack." I smile, and he does as well. "But... What are you doing here so late? Don't the stable hands normally return home after ten?"

"Yeah, well, I, uh- I just really like spending time with the horses." He laughs, and though I don't buy it, I decided not to press him about it. I know how much I hate having questions constantly thrown at me.

I bend back down to the shards of lantern, starting scooping them up, tensing when his hand wraps around my wrist. Immediately I jerk away, nearly stumbling over myself and crashing to the ground. He looks offended- He probably thinks I am acting in such a way because how dare a peasant touch the future Queen? "Let me get that. It is my job." He laughs, and I smile as I haul myself to my feet, brushing off my nightgown.

"Thank you. I hope to see you around, Jack."

Author's Note- So I have recently become very, very obsessed with this pairing... Like it might be a problem, aha. This is obviously a sort of AU type thing... They will both still have their powers, however, and the Chapters will be told from both Jack and Elsa's perspective. I plan to explain why Jack is essentially human again, and you know, things of that nature. I have another Jelsa fic on my other account (ChocolateWisom394) if you'd like to check it out. Reviews are cherished, favorites & follows are loved are forever! Carry on my wayward readers!