A/N: The first few chapters of this are my take of the events of Frozen plus Jack. I know it's been done a million times, but when I was writing the plot for the story, it didn't seem to make sense without the background. The events of ROTG are all the same, except set a few centuries in the past to line up with Elsa's lifetime. Everything belongs to respective studios and authors. Enjoy!

She clutched her hands tightly to her chest as she ran. She tripped frequently, her long dress snagging on her feet that weren't used to moving so fast, especially in the dense forest that she ran through. With her hands the way they were, she fell often and bruised head to toe underneath her long gown. Her remaining glove stayed clean thanks only to the wetness of the snow and ice that she created as she ran. The wind was howling so loud she could barely hear herself mutter the words that had been her mantra since she was a child.

"Conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel!" She repeated again and again. Her cape snagged on branch after branch and she continued to rip it free until the bottom was tattered beyond repair. She'd ran for miles but she still wouldn't stop. She knew she had to isolate herself where she could hurt no one, and she was yet to get far enough away. Thick whiteness covered the ground at an increasing rate, several feet deep in many places. The wind froze to the trees creating dangerous daggers of ice that threatened to fall at any moment. Still, she ran on.

She lost track of time as she ran, but several hours had passed since she had abandoned her kingdom. Finally, she could run no more, as she had ran straight up a mountain and had no other choice but to stop. She'd simply ran out of places to run to. She looked around, terrified, still not convinced she was far enough away, and also afraid that she had been followed. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she was also scared that they would try to hurt her. Seeing no one, and also not recognizing her surroundings one bit, she began to relax. In fact, she relaxed so much that she began to sing, something she hadn't allowed herself to enjoy in years, thanks to the happiness it brought her, and how her powers were tied to her emotions. She made up words as she went along, revealing in the fact that she was finally far enough away she could use her powers safely. Gods, how she loved the joy using her powers brought her. However, she was never able to do it safely, and always felt guilty for the happiness it brought her. Singing louder now, she released the power she had kept contained for so long. She allowed it to fill her body with it's strange warmth (considering it was ice magic) and flow through her hands exactly how she imagined it always would, were she able to let it go. Within minutes, she had used more of her powers than ever before and she stood in a magnificent castle that clung to the side of the mountain.

Her happiness overwhelmed her as she looked in wonder at her hands. She'd never known she could create something so beautiful, or anything other than fear for that matter. She felt that familiar pang of guilt she always felt after she used her powers, remembering Anna and how she had hurt her. Now the pain was twice as bad, as she had abandoned Anna and her kingdom. But they were better off without her. And maybe, in a few years, if she learned to control her powers better, she could go back. Maybe.

So, she wandered about her palace and continued to use her powers to her heart's content. With a wave of her hand, she furnished a lavish bedroom. A bed made of crystal clear ice, with a mattress made of the same soft, icy material as her new gown. It was thick and soft, and filled with the same strange warmth that her magic always produced to her. She knew no one else would ever be able to even sit on her new bed, but to her it was more comfortable and warm than any bed back in Arendelle. Being surrounded by her own magic was so comforting.

With the bed done, she didn't know what else she would need in a bedroom in an isolated castle where she lived by herself. She'd no need of a desk, as she had no queenly paperwork to do here in the mountains. She'd no need of a wardrobe, as she could create dresses with a wave of her hand. She felt a pang of longing for her books and library back in Arendelle, but shook her head to clear the thought from her mind. The thought of Arendelle filled her mind with thoughts of Anna that came unbidden. With a soft smile, she remembered how beautiful her sister had looked at her coronation, hours before. Before she'd almost hurt her again.

With a flick of the wrist, she created another bed, opposite of hers. Standing next to it, she wistfully created a life size statue of Anna, wearing her coronation dress. However, instead of the elaborate updo she had sported, she left her icy hair hanging in two braids across her shoulders, the way she usually wore it. She fingered her own braid which hung over her shoulder and wondered ideally if she had changed her hair to reflect Anna's. On the bed next to Anna's statue, she made small replicas of the two dolls they used to play with as girls, just for nostalgia's sake.

Feeling content, she left the bedroom and journeyed out to the balcony that faced the sunset. Leaning contently against the railing, she watched the sun sink below the horizon. She sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the warmth the dying sun's rays provided. As much as she enjoyed the cold of snow and ice, she did love warmth. As she soaked in the last of the sun's glow, she heard a loud crash a few feet to her right.

Her eyes flew open, thoughts of warmth gone and replaced with utter terror. Again, she clutched her hands to her chest, and she backed away as far as she could from the sound, while frantically searching for what the noise could have possibly been. Just as her back hit the side of the castle wall, just to the side of the doors she had been aiming for but missed in her terror, the source of the sound stood up, shook himself off, and grinned.

"Bit of a rough landing…" He muttered, smiling as though he could care less.

"Oughta be more careful next time." He shrugged, seemingly content in his knowledge that he would not, in fact, be more careful the next time. He looked up at the towering walls of the castle and whistled low.

"Impressive." He nodded. "Don't remember makin' this. Man I'm good though." He put his hands behind his head, a wooden staff clutched in one fist, and began to stroll through the open balcony doors. Suddenly, she found her voice.

"Ex...excuse me?" She whispered. He didn't seem to hear her.
"Excuse me!" She called out louder. He jumped at the sound, his eyes wide and searching. They landed on her after a moment and he raked them up and down quite inappropriately. She clutched her hands to her chest tighter in apprehension.

"Who are you?" She asked, pushing through her fear. This was her place, and she'd be damned if he was going to ruin it for her. She looked closer at him as he stood there, shocked. He had hair that was shaggy and white, much like her own, though a few shades lighter. His oversized blue shirt was an odd style, with a cloak hood attached to the back of it, and made of a thick material. His pants were more traditional, brown and ended right above his ankles. His feet were bare, with long toes that seemed to grip the ice floor. His skin was white as snow, as were his perfect teeth, which were hidden beneath flush cupid's bow lips. His eyes were the same light blue as her own clothing, and seemed to be filled with sadness that didn't match his youthful face. They were wide in shock.

"Can-Can you see me?" He whispered. She nodded slowly.

"Are you not normally seen?" She answered, cheekily. She flushed quickly at her brazen response, and lowered her gaze to her own feet. She didn't know where that familiarity had come from.

"Well...no!" He answered, voice tinged with awe. "Who are you?"He questioned.

"Prin-Elsa." She caught herself using her title, her old title, and stopped. She wasn't a princess or a queen here. "I'm Elsa. And you never really answered who you were." She commented.

"Jack." He breathed. It was clearly the first time he'd introduced himself in a long time, and the novelty of using his name was evident. In a moment, he shook himself and recovered.

"Jackson Overland Frost, at your service." He bowed at the waist, a grin playing at the edge of his lips. He looked up, still bent over, and winked. "But you, you can call me Jack."

"Jack," Elsa whispered. Then she also recovered her propriety.

"Mr. Frost-"

"Jack." He interrupted with an insisting voice.
"Might I ask what you are doing here? This is a private castle. And, if I may, how did you get here?" Jack stood back up and put his arms back behind his head, completely at ease, especially compared to Elsa's near cowering stance.

"Flew." He answered simply. "As for why," He met her eyes again and winked. "Fun."

Flabbergasted, she watched as he strolled past her and into her castle. He wandered aimlessly, admiring her work, and whistled a tuneless song as he went. She followed him after a moment, but kept her distance.

"That is not a proper reason, Mr- Jack." She amended, seeing his sharp glance.

"Why else would you do anything?" He asked. Elsa's temper flared as thoughts of Anna came to her mind. "For responsibilities sake, Mr. Frost. For duty!" She thought, seethingly. Snow flurries began to dance around her head, but Jack was too busy to notice.

"What do you mean you flew?" Elsa's curiosity overcame her anger. Jack shrugged, meandering up the staircase.
"I just flew. Always could. Wanna see?" He leaned his back over the railing, his impish grin flaring upside down her her eyes.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary-Wait!" She screamed, reaching her hand out unconsciously as he threw himself over the rail. A large mound of snow formed directly beneath where he was- flying.

"You can fly!" Elsa cried out in wonder.

"You can create snow?" He yelled. He flew over to her faster than her eyes could follow, and suddenly he was right up in her face. She tried to back away, hands tightly clasped to her breast again, but he followed her and grabbed her wrists, holding her still.

"Show me again!" He demanded. She shook her head, terrified that she had let her powers be seen again. Just how careless could she be? Years and years of hiding it, only to be caught twice in one day?

"No. No it's not safe." She tried to convince him. He gripped her wrists tighter, and through her haze of fear, she realized how incredibly warm he was.

"Bull!" He answered. He released one of her hands, but kept a tight grip on the other. He flew, dragging her along, back to the staircase where he had dropped his wooden staff. She tried to pull away, but only barely. She couldn't help but reveal in his heat. He swept up his staff, and gave her a sharp glance that demanded she stayed in place. She nodded, and only then did he release her hand. She gripped them back to her chest subconsciously. At least some of her rigorous training still stuck.

He raised his staff and all around the two of them, snow began to fall lightly. With a wave of his arm, the snow swirled and shaped itself into a small rabbit that bounced happily around her head. Her jaw dropped a little and she reached out to touch it. The small creature slowed, letting her stroke it's snowy fur, as it nuzzled into her hand. Just like her own magic, this small rabbit made of snow felt as warm and real as a real one. She looked up at him in wonder.

He gestured with a smirk, indicating that it was her turn to show him her powers. Hesitantly, she lowered her arms to her sides. With a small whirl of her hand, she created a small snowy fox, which began to chase the rabbit around the air. He beamed and took up her hands again before she could press them to her breast.

"I can't believe it!" He cried enthusiastically. "Not only can you see me, but you have the same powers as me too!"

Elsa was more reserved in her delight. She fought the urge to close her eyes and savor the warmth of his hands.

"I've never…" She broke off, searching for the right words to express herself. "I've never imagined that someone else could share my powers. They've always been such a burden. I thought that I was cursed." A single tear fell from her cheek. He watched it with his eyes as it traced its path to her chin and onto the floor, where it instantly froze. She wondered why she was being so open with this boy, whom she had just met. Honestly, she had hid everything from Anna for years, and yet this boy waltzes right into her life, and she spilled her darkest secrets.

"For years," He started, his voice thick with his own emotions. "I've been so alone. I've had these powers, yeah, but I've also been invisible to everyone around me. I've been so lonely." His voice broke. He met her open candor with his own, much to both of their surprise. In sympathy and understanding, she pulled one of her hands from his and softly laid it on his cheek. Both of them were shocked by the action, but he leaned into it, eyes closed like a cat.

"You're so warm." He whispered, mostly to himself. She sucked in a shocked breath. No one had ever called her warm before. Not that she had much contact with people, but still. Not even Anna, when they were children.

"Jack-" She started. He opened his eyes and stared into hers. He noted in satisfaction that while his eyes matched her dress, her eyes matched his darker blue shirt. His empty hand brushed some hair behind her ear.

"Elsa." He whispered.

"Will you stay here? With me?" She blurted out. "I'm so sick of-"

"Being alone" They said together. A small laugh escaped both their lips. He pressed his forehead against her own. Only moments had passed since they had met, and yet those few moments spent together were enough to eclipse years of isolation. Her heart pounded in anticipation of his answer, but she also knew, somewhere deep within her, that he was meant to stay. They were meant to be together, here, in this ice castle made by her own hands.

"I will." He said, and in his voice, she could tell that he knew it too.