OOOOOKAY, so yes, I hopped on the Jelsa bandwagon. THEY ARE JUST SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER, I MEAN THEY EVEN LOOK LIKE THEY BELONG TOGETHER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD AND THINK OF IT THEY COULD HAVE CUTE LITTLE SNOWBALL FIGHTS OF LURV ALL THE TIME AND HAVE ADORABLE LITTLE ICE BABIES TOGETHER AND AAAAAAHHHHHH

*fangirls and dies*

"Wooooaaah! Hey, wait a—Oooooh, crap! INCOMING! LOOK OUT BELOW!"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jack had a brief thought about how in all his travels, he could honestly say that he had probably never come across a sight such as this before, but since he was so busy yelling at the top of his lungs as he fell rapidly from the sky after losing control while riding the winds, the thought was gone almost as soon as it had come. (Then again, he'd also thought it a bit strange to see Arendelle frozen in solid ice and several feet of snow as he'd flown over it earlier, especially since it was summer in this area and he therefore hadn't done anything to it lately, let alone frozen it solid.)

Next thing he knew, he had crash-landed onto and was skidding across the wide, open balcony on the palace of ice that sat on the mountaintop that he was fairly certain hadn't been there the last time he'd come through this area, only coming to a stop when his back met with the double doors that opened onto said balcony. He let out an "ugh" as all the air went rushing out of his lungs, the jolt sending his staff out of his hand and clattering across the balcony. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he tried to collect himself and catch his breath before even trying to stand up and retrieve his staff, but before he could get much farther than the collecting himself part, the doors behind him opened, and he immediately fell backwards, sending the air out of his lungs for the second time in less than five minutes. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, blinking to bring things into focus. As he did, the three identical women standing above him merged together, leaving only one by the time things were no longer fuzzy.

Because of the way he was laying and where she was standing, he was seeing her upside down, but that didn't matter, because he was still able to get a good look at her. She was pretty, he couldn't deny that. She had blue eyes and pale skin and her white hair hung in a thick braid over her shoulder with little snowflakes in it. She was wearing an off-shoulder ice blue dress with that shimmered in the light with transparent sleeves that came down to points on the back of her hands, and there was a split on one side of the long skirt that revealed one long, pale, slender leg and a foot in a heel of what looked like crystal. And then for the finishing touch (and, he had to admit, it was a rather nice one, at that, although maybe that was just his flair for the dramatic talking), a long, glittering cape with snowflake patterns trailed on the floor behind her, obviously attached to the back of the dress itself.

"Who are you?" the girl asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times, trying to find his voice. "Jack Frost," he said, then groaned as he sat up and rubbed his head, turning around to face the girl and finding that she was only a couple inches or so shorter than he was, even with him barefoot and her wearing heels. He stuck his arm out to the side, fingers spread, quickly shutting into a fist when his staff flew over to him. The girl blinked, but apparently she didn't find this too terribly strange, because that was her only visible reaction. "Jack Frost," she repeated, "as in...nipping at your nose?" His playful nature leaving him unable to resist, Jack grinned and lightly tapped the end of her nose with his fingertip. His feet left the ground to hover in front of her, and he bowed. "The one and only," he said. "And who, may I ask, do I have the pleasure of making the acquaintance of on this fine morning?"

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle."
"Ah, Elsa! Last time I came through here, you were only about this big! So you're the queen now, huh? What are you doing way up here by your lonesome?"

Elsa blinked. "It's...a long story," she said, and took a step back, not wanting him to get hurt if she lost control. Jack frowned as his feet came back into contact with solid ground. He looked at her closely, and then something began to dawn on him. "Wait...your hair...is like mine," he said, his hand moving with a mind of its own to lightly touch his tresses. "It's white. And..." Without even thinking about it, he slowly reached out and gently took her hand in his, more puzzle pieces falling into place when he saw how remarkably similar their skin was in color. Elsa pulled her hand away nervously, biting her lower lip and not meeting his eyes. Jack looked around at the palace and really saw it for the first time, the last few pieces clicking into place.

"You built this place...didn't you? And—"
"I'm dangerous!" Elsa cried suddenly, moving past him at a brisk pace towards the balcony railing. Jack followed on what felt like instinct, but he couldn't really fathom what sort of instinct that might be. He just felt this strange, inexplicable need to be near her, to talk to her, to learn more about her, maybe because she was, well...like him, or seemed to be, at the very least. "Elsa," he said, "I wanna show you something. Watch." He waited until she was reluctantly looking at him past her thick eyelashes, then propped his staff up against the railing and created a small flurry of snow above his palm. Elsa's eyes widened, and she immediately put her full attention on what he was doing. As she watched, he made the flurry a bit bigger, then gently blew on it, and it went swirling off into the distance, carried away by the wind.

"Wha—How—"
"I'm a Guardian, Elsa. There are others, too. Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Sandman. It's our job to protect world's children from darkness and evil. But we can't be seen by people who don't believe in us. We all have our own special powers that let us do our jobs. 'Cause, see, we protect the kids as a team, but separately, we have our own jobs. Our powers help us do both. For me, it's snow and ice and cold and riding the wind, because I'm the Spirit of Winter. I'm over three hundred years old, believe it or not. I used to be mortal, but...I...My little sister and I were ice skating, and the ice cracked. I didn't want her to panic, so I made up a game of hopscotch to get her off the ice, and it worked, but..."

"...But you fell in," Elsa said quietly. Jack nodded. "So...what happened then?" she asked. He looked up at the sky. "The Man in the Moon saw what happened," he told her, "so he shone his light on me and brought me back as an immortal, and...that's how I've been ever since. The Spirit of Winter and the Guardian of Fun. Elsa, can you...?"

Wordlessly, Elsa put a hand out in front of herself and sent a beam of ice out of her hand, creating a pillar that rose up in front of them, then curled her fingers inwards and lowered her hand and it was over. She kept her face a stoic mask the entire time, and afterwards, when she folded her hands on the railing in front of herself, her entire body was tense and she kept her eyes straight ahead. "How long—"

"My entire life. I was born with them, I don't know how or why, all I know is that ever since I was a little girl, I've had to keep them hidden. Before I came up here, I used to wear gloves all the time, because if I didn't, they would come out. When my little sister and I were both very young, we were best friends. She knew about my powers back then, but then one day, we were playing, and she was jumping from mounds of snow I was making. She kept telling me to catch her, and I kept making more mounds, and she kept jumping, but she was going too fast, I couldn't keep up, and I slipped on the ice on the floor, I was in my slippers and nightgown, we both were, and then it just...I couldn't...It hit her in the head and knocked her out, and we had to take her to the stone trolls. The leader, he took away all her memories of my powers when he healed her, and it left her with a pale blonde streak in her hair. Ever since then, it...I...we..."

"That's why your parents closed the gates, isn't it?" Jack said, and Elsa nodded. "But...that still doesn't explain what you're doing up here."
"Well...my coronation the other day...Anna and I got into an argument, and she grabbed my wrist when I started to leave, but my glove ended up coming off, and...I lost control. They called me witch, monster...There was a duke that had come from...Weasel Town, I think it's called...He wanted to burn me at the stake. So I...I—"

"Panicked and fled up here," Jack finished solemnly. Elsa closed her eyes. "Exactly," she whispered.
"It's better this way," she said after a moment, her voice strained. "Safer. For me, for Anna, for everyone. I can't hurt anyone up here. Besides, at least now I'm finally free. I can be myself without bringing harm to anyone, and...I'm finally able to just let it go. All of it. And, you know, the cold never bothered me, anyway. I'm alone, but I'm alone and free. For my entire life, I've had this mantra. Don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know."

"So you...never really learned how to control your powers...did you?" Jack asked. Elsa sighed heavily. "No," she said, "never. I wouldn't have been able to keep them at bay, either, if not for the gloves." Jack's eyes widened suddenly as a thought occurred to him, and he went to hover on the other side of the railing, keeping his eyes level with the Snow Queen's. "Elsa!" he said. "What if it's the moon?"
Elsa blinked, drawing back so that their noses weren't quite so close. "I—I'm sorry?" she said.

"The moon! If the moon tells you something, believe it! I'm a Guardian, I know that because the moon told me so! The Man in the Moon made me what I am, I would be nothing but bones at the bottom of a pond right now if not for him, he gave me my powers, what if he gave you yours, too?! It's possible, isn't it?"

She frowned, then shook her head as she turned and began heading inside without saying a word. Jack only hesitated for a moment before grabbing his staff and going after her, flying over her head to get in front of her and then floating there upside down with his staff held between his bent knees and his arms crossed. "Going somewhere, Majesty?" he asked with a smirk. Elsa gasped in surprise at his abrupt appearance, then scowled and went past him, leaving the room and heading down the stairs. Determined as he ever was, Jack followed, this time on foot.

"Queen Elsa, wait!" he called.
"Go away," she said bluntly.

"I can help you!"
"Nobody can help me!"
"Please, just hear me out!"
"I don't have to listen to you!"
"You're right, you don't, but I wish you would!"

"Why should I?!"
"Because we're the same!"
"No we're not! How do I know you're who you say you are?!"

He took to the air and zipped ahead of her, coming down at the foot of the staircase she was on before she could step off of it, effectively blocking her path as he stood up to his full height and gripped his staff in one hand, the other arm hanging at his side as he stared her directly in the eyes without blinking, keeping his face as open and sincere as he could possibly get it.

"My name is Jackson Overland Frost," he said. "Three hundred years ago, I drowned at age seventeen. I was resurrected by the Man in the Moon and have been exactly as I am the way you see me ever since. I was born and raised in a town called Burgess, nothing but a small village during my time. I am the Spirt of Winter and the Guardian of Fun. I am known to humanity as Jack Frost, Father Frost, Old Man Winter, and Jokul Frosti, meaning Icicle Frost. My friends are the Sandman, Father Christmas, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Baby Tooth, and a little boy from Burgess named Jamie and his friends. I control the wind, the cold, snow, frost, ice, and winter storms. I'm a rebel and a loner, and I helped my friends defeat a guy called Pitch. That's who I am. Who are you?"

Elsa stood speechless for a moment or so, blinking before slowly lowering her eyes to the ground.

"I...I thought I knew," she said quietly, "but now I'm not so sure."
"I can help you find out," Jack said, his voice much softer than before. "But only if you'll let me. Look, I know what it's like to be unsure of your own identity. I used to not know who I was or where I had come from or what my purpose was, or if I even had a purpose. All I knew was that the first thing in my memories was being cold and scared and surrounded by darkness, and then the moon was there, and it was so big and bright and beautiful, and it chased the dark away, and I wasn't scared anymore. The moon told me my name was Jack Frost, but that was all he ever told me. I had to figure the rest out all by myself. I can help you find yourself, Elsa, the way my friends helped me. I can teach you how to control your powers. I want to help you, because I know how lonely you must be feeling, I've been there before, and nobody should have to feel like that. But the thing is, I can't help you unless you'll let me. Will you let me?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it again and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "I...I don't know," she said finally. Jack nodded in understanding. "Well, how about this, then," he said, and held his hand palm-up and fingers spread. Elsa watched as he formed a crystalline snowflake, then pulled a loose piece of string from his sweater and covered it in frost before threading the snowflake onto it. "Here," he said, holding it out to her. "Take it. It's yours. You can wear it as a necklace. I have things I have to take care of; kids depending on me for snow days, windows to frost, lakes to freeze, flurries to create, just my usual sort of thing. But if you ever end up deciding that you want my help, all you've gotta do is lay that thing down and step on the snowflake. It'll shatter, of course, but I'll come as soon as I can. Go on. Take it. Even if you don't decide you want my help, you can use it if you ever just want somebody to talk to."

Elsa hesitated for a moment before taking it from him. "I don't understand," she said softly, "why are you being so kind? You don't even know me."
"I know you a lot better than you think I do," Jack replied simply. "Remember, I'm over three hundred years old, Elsa, this isn't the first time I've been in this area. I've visited Arendelle plenty of times before. This may be the first time you've seen me, but it's definitely not the first time I've seen you. It makes me sound like a stalker when I actually say it out loud, but it's true. Look, you don't have to decide right now, like I said, just take your time and think about it. Even if you never use that thing, I'll still come back to visit from time to time, just to check on you and see how you're holding up. But...like I said...think about it, okay? And if you decide you want my help, then...you know how to find me. In the meantime, though...I guess I'll see you later."

Elsa looked down at the delicate snowflake in her palm. "Jack...do you know if...Is Anna okay?" she asked. There was only silence in response. "Jack?" She looked up, but he was nowhere to be seen, and the only proof that she hadn't merely imagined the whole thing was the small, fragile crystal snowflake on a frost-covered string resting in her hand.

Okay, so to tell the truth, I had seen RoTG in theaters, but I had never really had any massive interest in it until a few days ago when I realized how perfect Jack would be for Elsa, and so I ended up having to refresh my memory on certain things about him and the other Guardians by getting on the RoTG wiki AND I ENDED UP LEARNING ALL KINDS OF AWESOME CRAP I HAD NO IDEA ABOUT INCLUDING ABOUT THE GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD BOOKS WHICH I NOW WANT SO VERY BADLY TO READ

Anyway, according to the Wiki, Jack has been said to be frozen both at fourteen AND seventeen, and I thought about which one to use, then decided on seventeen because personally, I think he just LOOKS more like a seventeen-year-old than a fourteen-year-old, so yeah.

And, in other news, I own absolutely nothing! XD