Author's Note:

So I'd just like to say that Frozen is seriously my new favorite movie. And ever since I watched it, all I can think about is writing a fanfiction for Elsa and Jack Frost. Because they're seriously the perfect crossover couple. I just came up with this idea tonight—and it's two in the morning, dear god—and I have no idea where I'm going with it yet. But please enjoy! I have literally no life, so I'm going to try and post a chapter each day (no matter how short).

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen OR Rise of the Guardians

Chapter One:

It had been two years since Elsa had been crowned Queen of Arendelle, everyone had learned of her ability and her sister Anna had found her true love. How had time passed so quickly? It felt like only yesterday that she had discarded her glove and her kingdom along with it, creating an eternal winter in the middle of July.

All her old problems seemed so silly now, her powers that she'd once thought were a curse had become a blessing, something she treasured above all but her sister and the wellbeing of her kingdom. Which, now that she thought about it, was all she really had.

Anna often asked if she was lonely, seeing how she spent almost all of her free time with Kristoff, either helping him with his ice business or just hanging around the palace with him, Sven, and Olaf. The question had made the Queen laugh rather sarcastically, making a remark about how she'd always been alone. And then a thought rang through her mind, making her chest ache in a completely unfamiliar way, "And I always will be". But she didn't dare say it aloud. It would probably break Anna's heart.

So she went about her day in her usual routine: wake up, bathe, put on something fitting for a queen, eat in the dining hall with Anna and Kristoff, do the paperwork required for the day, eat lunch, more paperwork, dinner, and she'd finish off her day with a stroll around the palace gardens. And then she'd go to sleep and wake up to do the exact same thing again the next day. She'd complain that the days were growing tedious if she hadn't spent her entire adolescence cooped up in her room with the exact same schedule each day. The only difference now was that she didn't have to deal with sudden outbursts of her powers and the erratic emotions that came with it.

But at least Anna was getting to experience all the things she never had the opportunity to when she was younger. Elsa smiled at the thought, as long as Anna was happy she could be happy too.

The Queen opened her wardrobe and ran her hand across her collection of silky gowns. She settled on a dark blue dress with intricate silver flowers embroidered along the tall neckline and the hem and a translucent, white train that draped over her shoulders before sliding delicately behind her and onto the floor. She pulled on opaque white tights and black boots, preparing in advance for her stroll around the snow-covered garden later in the evening.

She turned and walked over to her mirror, gazing into the eyes of her reflection. Part of her contemplated pulling her hair up into a bun, like Anna had started wearing her golden locks, but she settled on sweeping her bangs back then tying her hair into a loose braid down her back and pulling it over her left shoulder, as she'd grown accustomed to doing.

As she sat down at the head of the table like she did each morning, Anna greeted her with a voice more chipper than usual. "Elsa!" She chirped, "You look even more beautiful today—better. Happier? Yes!" She laughed and Elsa smiled back at her.

"Thank you, is that a new dress?" She asked, scooping up some of her scrambled eggs up with her fork and putting them in her mouth, "It's lovely."

A blush crept onto the Princess' cheeks, she nodded. "Kristoff got it for me, since the winter has finally started."

"Where is he this morning?" Elsa asked, sipping on the rich hot chocolate one of the maids had set out for her. It reminded her of when both her and Anna were little, before the accident, and they would build snowmen in the ballroom. She had always preferred the chocolaty drink over coffee, even though it made her feel the tiniest bit childish.

Anna smiled and picked up a piece of toast, taking a loud bite before answering with her mouth full, "He's out with Sven and Olaf, the cute little snowman wanted to spend the day out in the first snow," She giggled and took a large gulp of orange juice. "Are you excited for this weekend, your highness?"

Elsa blinked, "This weekend?"

Anna burst out laughing and leaned back in her chair, "You can actually be forgetful sometimes too, huh?" After a few more bites of toast and a piece of bacon she continued, "It's the Winter Festival! All the neighboring kingdoms are coming down for the ball and there's going to be so much food and dancing," She swayed back and forth in her chair, "I was afraid the snow wouldn't come in time."

Oh, right. Elsa thought, feeling a sense of dread fill up her stomach. "I completely forgot," She admitted. It wasn't that she didn't like having the gates open and allowing people to fill up the ballroom and the halls, in fact she welcomed it after what had happened two years ago. It was just that she'd have to deal with the hordes of men that wanted to dance with her in an attempt to woo her. And insincere people were her least favorite kind; she knew any man that approached her was really just approaching the throne in an attempt to be a part of it. She sighed and took one last swig of her hot chocolate before excusing herself and heading up to her study to bury herself in her queenly duties.

Before Elsa knew it, the sun had disappeared from the sky and only the dim light of dusk was shining through her window. Anna was knocking on her door, telling her in a rather concerned voice that dinner was ready.

Elsa mumbled something about how she'd be right down and sighed. She didn't want to leave the room, she didn't want the day to end. The sooner that moon rose into the sky, the sooner tomorrow would come. Which meant they were another day closer to the festival. But she'd worried Anna by staying cooped up in the study all day, she hadn't even come down for lunch. So she stood, smoothed the wrinkles in her dress, removed any trace of dread that still might be lingering in her expression and then descended the stairs into the dining hall.

After dinner and a sweet, chocolaty dessert with Anna, Elsa headed out to the palace gardens to revel in the beauty of the first snow. She walked around the fountain and through the rose bushes that still bled red underneath the fresh powder. She walked until the moon rose high in the sky and she reached the clearing.

As Elsa's eyes scanned the landscape, she felt chills run down her spine.

Usually this place was like a meadow, it was unkempt unlike the garden and tons of different flowers dotted the grass. She had expected the same soft layer of snow to coat this forest floor, the flowers broken under the weight of the powder… but there they stood, frozen solid in ice. Each one was delicately coated, as if to preserve their beauty.

But the strangest part was not the flowers; it was the intricate swirling patterns embedded into the trunks of the trees and frozen into the grass, zigzagging around the flowers, creating a symmetrical masterpiece.

It was beautiful, so beautiful that it was unnatural. Elsa felt her fingers twitch; she could feel the magic in the air. She wished she could take credit for this but she knew for a fact that she hadn't done this.

Author's Note:

Alright! There's chapter one. I tried to make it long but it ended up a little shorter than I wanted…

Oh well. Please review anyway! Let me know if I should keep going and any ideas you might have for the future of this story.

(also, the title is subject to change if I think of something better. Suggestions welcomed and encouraged).