Hello! I left FFNet for like a year, but I decided to come back and get serious about practicing my writing. And, through that, my Jelsa fanfiction was born. WOOOOO. I recently watched Frozen at the theater, and immediately went home and watched it online again the same day. And then I watched it again the day after. To tell you the least, I really liked Frozen.

And I've always loved The Rise of the Guardians, so of course this pairing was for me.

Note that this takes place a little over one hundred years after Jack becomes a winter spirit, so he is still on his own and has around two hundred years until he becomes a guardian. It also explains the fact that it seems to be a slightly medieval-ish age in Arendelle, because it was probably a century or two ago. Hope you enjoy! :'D

The North wind was cold as ice, and almost all the light had died from the sky. A pale boy with equally pale hair was spinning through the wind as if it were a stream of water, crowing and laughing, alone in the gale. His simple, less-than-warm garments looked frozen in the swirl of snowflakes in the air, until an even stranger vision could be seen: the boy was creating the snowflakes himself, streaming them from his fingertips. He was high above the dark, distant ground, riding nothing but the ferocious winter breeze.

The boy's name was Jack Frost, and he had awoken in a winter's night more than one hundred years previous. Jack had no idea of his purpose in the world, and lived each day as it came, never letting himself form habits or routines. He usually ignored his constant longing for the companionship of other people, but as the years swept by, each faster than the last, it was an almost continuous ache. Having no memory of his life before awaking in that long-ago winter, Jack rarely spoke to anyone for one painful reason: no child, adult or person of any kind could see him. All he knew was that his name was Jack Frost, and that he was seventeen years old. His age or face had never changed, even when he had existed through his first century, nor after.

Pinpricks of light grew in the distance, and Jack dropped farther down in the sky, watching as the city that was sprawling below him grew larger in his gaze. The wind whipped around him, untamed and wild, sometimes lowering him smoothly through the air, and then suddenly dropping him several meters the next second. It was only a few minutes before the city became level with Jack, and he landed lightly in a tree. He crouched, swinging his staff and in slight awe of the castle in front of him. It was probably around a mile in the distance, with a bustling tangle of buildings and streets separating Jack's tree and the large gates of the majestic structure, but Jack could see almost every detail.

Without a second thought and with his usual air of non committed interest, Jack swung from a branch and into the empty air, falling a few feet before the wind caught him. He sped through the wind and into the town with another shout of laughter, as he flipped over a pedestrian man who was unable to see him. He wordlessly told the wind to drop him lower, and swung his wooden staff along the ground, creating patches of ice on the side of a street near a group of children. The wind continued moving him forward, but he heard the delighted shouts of the children as they slid around the ice, before leaving the streets behind in his wake. All that was ahead of him was the huge castle, light spilling out of several windows and across the frozen snow. The sky was fully dark now, the stars able to be seen under a sparse layer of clouds, and the castle looming closer and closer.

Jack jumped out of the air and onto the castle wall as he arrived near it, landing silent and steadily as a cat. He stood up, walking along the wall and deciding what it was that made him go to the castle. It was a large structure of stone, heavily locked and guarded. Not that that would stop Jack if he had a sudden want to enter the castle.

Instead of inspecting the frozen lawn and the impressive front doors, Jack walked along the top of the wall until he reached the corner, and then walked along the next wall. He looked only at the castle, his eyes searching its many windows, covering the side of the building with little stone in between each pane to spare. The moon was large and bright, casting shadows on the base of the castle. Jack, however, looked at his other source of light; the windows.

Each window held a story. The first he came to had a fire dancing merrily inside the stone chamber, looking quite warm despite the frigid air that was outside. It had several large, wooden tables which were overflowing with what looked like unprepared, fresh vegetables. Another room was dimly lit, with bookcases against the far wall. One window was so grimy that Jack could only see a faint, rosy glow through the crusted glass. He imagined people living inside of each room in the castle, and dimly wondered who owned the place.

Turning another corner, a large tree was growing almost against the castle wall, covering a few windows. Beyond the wall, to his left, stretched a forest, nestled next to the castle. Jack gazed to the top of the tree inside the walls, which was around seven stories up, and saw a large, triangular window glowing with light directly next to the topmost branches. He had moved his gaze on, when the light turned off abruptly. Jack's gaze flicked back to the window involuntarily. It was dark and empty for a moment, before a small figure walked past in the shadowy light behind the glass.

In an instant, the wind had sensed Jack's intentions and snatched him up. He flew silently to the tree, landing with perfect balance several feet below the triangle of the window. Something kept him from showing himself, even though he knew that no human would see him. He climbed effortlessly to a place in the tree that was just above and diagonal from the window, so he could see inside at a slight angle, and would still not quite be in view from inside.

It was a dark, obviously large room with light blue, shadowy walls. A tall bed was off to the side, and there was plenty of furniture spread throughout the space. The room still had an empty feeling to it, since it was so big. Jack couldn't help but think that he would rather have a smaller room, if he ever had a room anywhere at all.

His view was suddenly interrupted as a child walked to the window. It was a small, pale girl, probably around the age of six, who had braided hair as white as the snow on the ground. Her posture was upright and elegant, even as a child, her clothing uncreased and expensive-looking. Jack imagined a rich older woman would look the same way. Her eyes were sad, glinting beneath the window, blue as ice.

Jack thought of his own blue eyes and white hair, and wildly wondered for a fraction of a second what it would be like to have a sibling, before he brushed the thought away. The girl was very obviously human, and, although Jack was not sure what he was, he was certain that he wasn't human. Humans aged, and Jack did not age.

The girl was looking outside with longing and sorrow, her entire expression that of an already determined, sad fate. Jack recognized the emotion as what he constantly tried to crush down whenever he felt particularly upset that the people around him could not see him. Desperate wanting for something that should have been theirs, but still outside of their grasp. She stared at the horizon as if their was a battle being fought below the window that had already been lost.

Jack sat down on the branch, setting his staff down across his lap and leaning against the tree trunk, his brow furrowed with barely suppressed feelings of frustration. The way the little girl looked had awakened how he felt beneath his attitude that 'everything was alright'.

Poor kid. I wonder what's wrong.

The girl stretched a hand out, as if reaching for the world outside, and touched the window. In an instant, frost crackled several inches across the glass and froze the pane, the ice trailing across the window from her fingertips. The girl's hand jumped back, and she cradled it to her chest, her eyes wide and scared.

Jack jumped back at the same time, from his relaxed position into a crouch, gripping his staff and holding it in front of him. His heart pounded in his ears, and he stared wildly as the girl stood, in front of the window. Her expression was scared, but in a strange way. Jack expected a human who had just created frost from nothing to be shocked and terrified. There was definitely fear in the child's face, but not even a touch of surprise. There was only a accepted certainty - a sad and frightening fate already determined. There was only one explanation: that the girl already knew that she had the ability.

Jack sat, frozen in his crouch concealed in the snow-laden tree branches. He watched as the girl stood for a few more moments, keeping her hand against her chest, before climbing into the bed in the darkness of the huge room. He watched the sleeping child for at least an hour, before abruptly standing and willing the wind to carry him back to the tree he had first landed in, across the town and about a mile away from the castle.

There, in the tree, he relived in his mind the child spreading frost along the window, with a single touch of her hand. It was undeniably strange, but, when he looked at his own hands, he no longer felt like a freak of nature. Standing, he took one last look at the castle before letting the wind fly him up, high into the dark, cold sky and away from the sleeping, snow-covered city.

There we are, a short prologue to set up the rest of my short story. More to coooooooome.

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