Whoot whoot! New Jelsa writing. But this one will have- gasp- smut! First tim ever (it's not in this chapter, it's in the next one for sure). Anyway, had this idea floating around in my head a bit. It's going to be a three-parter, I believe.

So...hope you like it!

Jack sat impatiently in the small room of North's castle, frowning with displeasure and looking around.

"Five minuets," Jack recited in North's voice, "Five minuets, tops."

But five minuets had turned into ten and ten had turned into half an hour and now it was nearly an hour since North had disappeared. And Jack was not good at waiting. Honestly, his attention span wasn't much longer than ten minuets, give or take, but North couldn't just have a boring room- no, Jack had already leafed through every book in there, broke at least two glass something or others, had a one-side conversation with a passing Yeti, and had at least five cups of steam hot chocolate. And now, his boredom had reached it's peak.

Time to find something else to do.

It was Jack and North's annual discussion of the winter season, seeing as both of them enjoyed and loved when the snow began to hit the earth. It was like pulling teeth for North to get Jack to even arrive, usually, and it was painful for Jack to attend. These meetings usually didn't last longer than twenty-minuets, and North usually had a lot of things to keep Jack on track. But today, not even a couple minutes in, and North had been called away to five some 'grand emergency' as someone had called it. Something that wouldn't be quite the emergency to Jack, like someone drank all the eggnog or an elf accidentally set fire to all the toy trains. Both had happened, both sounding so utterly ridiculous to Jack that the thought of trying to phantom what pulled him away today was useless. If it was something really important, say like a new guardian (To which Jack would be quite miffed about, he liked being the youngest and newest and more recently hero of eight years), North would have for sure come to get him.

He was about to leave through the window when a thought hit him; this was the first time successfully having the chance in all his years of existence to explore North's shop without being caught by the usual Yeti's, because he didn't even break in this time! And North should have seen this coming, leaving Jack alone for more than five minuets, so really, it was his own fault.

Shifting nimbly through the brightly painted halls of busy elves and Yeti's (With Christmas only a month away) he passed some intriguing doors, but not intriguing enough for him to stop.

"The Cookie Room- sounds delicious. Oh, a Video Game Testing Room- Jamie would love that! A...Barbie Dressing Room? Ugg, skip!" He made little comments as he passed each door, and was about to pass up a very boring and un-ornate door, unlike all the others. Until the title caught his eye.

"Orb Room- Do Not Enter Unless You are Santa!" Jack read out loud. It was like it was an invitation just for him. The door was locked, as he fully expected, but it was nothing that a little 'magic' and plain skills couldn't fix. With no interruptions to the crevice at the end of a long hall, the door was opened with a creak and a billow of dust. Clearly, this room hadn't been touched in ages.

The room was just as simple as the door. Cramped, compared to most other rooms, with only a small window filtering in a soft glow to the otherwise musty interior. Each wall was lined with little globes, although these looked more like snow-globes than the transportation globes that North now utilized. There was still a gleam of something otherworldly, though, which told Jack this wasn't his usual snow-globe. In the middle of the room was a table, and the paper had long crinkled and turned yellow at the edges. Most sounded like gibberish to him; lists of things he didn't understand, calculations for math he didn't want to attempt to do, and sketches of people and orb designs. There was also a photograph laying forgotten in the mist of the pages. It looked like a very young North, perhaps twenty or twenty three- holding a snow globe. A regular snow-globe at that, nothing special about it. There was a painfully obvious cartoon-ish snowman in the center, the smile mirroring North's face. Jack folded it along the creases that already existed. Who ever said that Jack wouldn't think that he'd need blackmail ever? Or something embarrassing just for the heck of it?

Bunnymund of course was full of embarrassing things, and he felt bad about doing something like that to Tooth, and Sand was far to taciturn to give him anything of value, so this was quite the amazing find.

Curious about why North had a room full of slightly magical snow-globes that was locked but with no one watching it, Jack peered into the snow-globes and begun to read the titles. And he realized that not all of them were festivals, in fact some looked downright painful to Jack.

"Arabian Nights." He read, peering into a snow-glob filled with billowing sand and a magical tiny sun shining brightly on a sweltering man and tiny monkey. That was pretty warm, too warm for his tastes.

There was one with lions, one with all different kinds of funny monsters, one with a mermaid holding a fork underwater, one with a girl with obnoxiously long hair that glowed in the dark, and a million others. Each told a blimp of a story, not that Jack was all too interested, of course. Each had a funny title underneath, and soon Jack's interest wavered. There were at least a hundred globes here, and he wanted to go on to find bigger and better things in this maze of North's lair. He spun, and winced as he heard one of the globes fall with a loud crash to the floor as he turned his staff along with him.

"Crap!" He winced, spinning and finding it luckily still all intact. He looked at the place where it had fallen from- 'The Snow Queen'. Granted, that sounded more his style, but he still didn't know exactly what the purpose of this was, and therefore he couldn't be bothered to stick around. He picked this one up, but was greatly disturbed and worried when he realized that it was only a orb filled with swirling light grey smoke. While it seemed no one came in here, North was bound to figure out that he'd been here through common sense, and his neck could be on the line if North found one of his clearly special weird globes displaced.

"Maybe if I shake it, the picture will come back." While he hadn't seen the original scene in the glob, he highly doubted it was a mass of ominous looking clouds. He began to shake it, and the clouds began to vanish. Giving a triumphant grin, he shook harder. Finally the scene revealed itself- a castle with one half of it encased in show, the other half literally stopping and melting into summer. Interesting, but once again, he was just pleased he had figured it out, and set it back the wood spot with it's title.

In the moment that Jack's finger was touching the orb and the orb touching the wood, he found himself outside in a bitter snowstorm, quick as a blink of his eye. He cussed. Did he really expect that such a clearly special place wouldn't be booby trapped? Ah well, he was outside in the snow storm- not a horrible place to be- and North's security would be triggered. He would go back in and perhaps North would realize he left Jack alone and apologize profusely and end the meeting. And let Jack continue to explore. Yes, this was the perfect plan!

He turned in a circle, but realized...he didn't really see North's castle. Scowling, he flew upwards, and for as far as his eyes could see he saw mountains, but they were...unfamiliar mountains. He knew this patch of North's woods almost as good as North and he was very certain this pattern was unlike anything he'd seen. Mountains he'd seen anywhere, for that matter.

Landing back on the ground with a confused groan, he felt his barefoot roll over something that felt like a glass ball. He leaned down and picked up the orb. But this time, the picture was not of a snowy mountain or whatever it had been previously, but of the little room filled to the brim with orbs. Curious, he thought.

Giving it an experimental shake, within a moment he was back in the orb room, the Snow Queen orb sitting where he had thought he was putting it. Ah, so this was a transporter, although of what kind, Jack still wasn't sure. He took the same orb down and decided that he was going to figure this out. Now he was interested. He shook it again, but nothing happened. He shook it harder, but then looked at the wooden shelf. He was careful to not drop it, but let his hand be a line between the globe and the wood.

Once again, he found himself back in the same snowy scene with no warning whatsoever. Jack looked to his left, and saw that like before, he had appeared by a tree. Was this the given spawn-in point? He grabbed the orb sitting in the snow and fly a mile or so away, to the next tree which this time was near a boulder. He stood right next to the boulder and shook the scene of North's workshop. Once again, he found himself back in the orb room. When he came back, the orb was not by the first tree, but now by the rock.

Ah, so the orb moved wherever you put it. Jack couldn't phantom the use of this, but it was interesting. He popped back into to North's workshop for a moment, and then grinned. He spied a canvas backpack in the back of the room, and dusted it off. It had a soft, cushy liner, and it was the perfect size for carting around a fragile glass ball in weird places. North just thought of everything.

Jack grabbed his staff, tightened his hoodie, and shook the orb. He was going to investigate this place. With a small 'pop', if one were looking into the room, it would seem as though Jack disappeared from sight. The cloud in a certain orb gathered, but then it parted and went back to normal, the only indicator of a change to the snow-globe.

North called an emergency meeting not long after.

"Jack is gone." He announced. The gathered Guardians and a few other spirits gave each other confused looks.

"Gone?" Tooth echoed, narrowing her eyes, "In what way?"

"Well, I was having a meeting with him and I left and-,"

"You left Jack Frost alone? In a place like this?" Cupid cried, "Well that's the problem!" Many others murmured in agreement, "Chances are he got bored and left."

"That's what I thought too. But he has not left my force field, the only magical signature left is when he came in. Yet he is no where in the house." North said, and it seemed little others were as concerned as he was.

"So you called us here to play hide-and-seek?" Bunny asked, running a furry paw down his long face, "Cricks, North!" He said.

"He's not in the house." North repeated, staring at Bunnymund.

"Well if he didn't leave the house, then he has to be here." Tooth said logically, "Left Sock?" She turned expectantly to the demon that stole everyone's left socks, car keys, favorite elastics, glasses and other oddities.

"I'm working on it." Left Sock gave a narrowed glare at North, "Waste of my time. Could have just asked me first." He muttered, and closed his eyes. Although he was the deity of lost things, he was also the only one that could track them anywhere in the world. Often times a human would stumble across him, begging things like, 'Please find my wedding band for me! It's really important and expensive!" What humans wanted with a weird looking circle was beyond him, and he much less understood the exchange of such things, but often times, he saw it at the bottom of an ocean or in a sewer and relayed the information.

Right now, Left Sock was sure that North should have just contacted him first (he also took fun jobs as a bounty hunter now and again, although the chase of humans usually bored him quickly) but he breathed focusing on Jack's imagine. When he hit a wall, he scowled, and pushed harder, but there was just black. When Left Sock opened his eyes, everyone was looking at him expectantly. He met North's eyes and suddenly he understood.

"Jack isn't on earth." He said slowly, the severity of this dawning on him too.

"We have to find him!" Tooth cried, jolting in fear, hovering, "Come on!"

"Can't I just go home and throw a 'Jack's Gone' celebration?" Agustu, the spring fairy asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Agustu, even you must know that as much as you hate him-,"

"Despise," Agustu corrected, and Tooth gave an aggravated sigh.

"Hate him, there is no one else to fill his place."

"Agustu is just upset that Spring doesn't have an official title like 'Jack Frost'." Mother Nature said glaring, and Agustu shrunk a bit under his superior's hard glare, "I hope he's okay. Jack sometimes doesn't know what he's getting himself into." The group of spirits and Guardians tumbled from the meeting room.

"Is there anywhere that you think he may have gone?" Tooth asked, but North shook his head.

"This place is huge. I cannot phantom what may have caused this disturbance." He said with a glum expression. The group split up and searched high and low for half an hour, until Sandy started to cause sand-fireworks to explode in the halls, pointing frantically to the end of a hall that wasn't traveled very often.

When the group came to stand in front of the door, which the lock seemed unhinged and there were little footprints in the dust, Bunny spun on North.

"You left Jack alone with a door telling him it was off limits." Bunny sounded the most exasperated out of everyone, and North's face flushed as red as his clothes.

"I forgot it was here. It's been years since I came in here." He said.

"But you left him. Alone. With a door. That says 'off limits'." Bunny repeated, glaring.

"There was an emergency with the Reindeer!" North defended himself.

"I think we should make it a general rule to never leave Jack alone in anyone's houses again." St. Patrick the Leprechaun stated, raising a finger. The 'Ayes' that resounded after him were a little astounding.

"This is a rather small room." North began, "And...delicate. How about the closest six go in, and everyone else can go to the kitchens and enjoy some hot-chocolate and gingerbread cookies?" North suggested a little sheepishly. That left North, Bunny, Tooth, Sand, Agustu, and Mother Nature. Agustu was frantically pulling at the retreating figures.

"Anyone wanna take my place?" He asked desperately, "I'm sure it will be fun!" Oddly, no one seemed to want to look for Jack in his place. He scowled as North carefully opened the door.

"He's not in here." Agustu said with a grumble when the door swung open, revealing an empty room.

"Ah, but he is." North went in first, and picked up the nearest snow-globe, "These globes, when shaken, take you to different universes." He said.

"I don't think that's possible." Agustu said in disbelief and Mother Nature shushed him.

"Back when I was young, first beginning my time as Santa, I needed stories to make books for children. I created all these Orbs to travel to different universes and collect their stories of heroes and villains. Soon I gained my own creativity, and the use for World Orbs was forgotten. They were very time consuming, and therefore I like to keep them. Just to look." He carefully extended his hand, and the group crowded together to view a scene of a group of toys moving without humans touching them by a large bed.

"Jacks in an orb." Mother Nature realized with a start.

"Do we have to go into every single one?" Tooth's wings drooped a little, and even she felt daunted by the idea of going into each orb.

"I pray not. Look around; try to find an orb that's not as evenly set as the others, or the dust has been disburbed near it." North commanded, setting the 'Toy Story' orb back on it's pedestal. The group fanned out. Finally, Bunny called them over to an orb case next to a desk.

"This one was slightly to the left, and has a crack in it." He said, holding it up, and showing a tiny hair-line of a crack, "See?"

"This must be it." Tooth breathed a sigh of relief, and she read the title, "The Snow Queen. Why didn't we guess something like that?"

North pushed his way forward and held out his hand. "Give me that." He said and the orb was gently passed from one hand to another.

"What now?" Someone asked.

"Jack comes back."

Jack, time before and a literal world away, flew far up. He was going to explore this delightfully snowy place he had landed. He flew in a random direction for about an hour before the flat and blizzarding tundra began to be spotted with pine trees that eventually evened into a lush forest. Twenty minuets after that, he reached the only civilization in about a 100 mile radius. It was a little thing, cropped in a large hill and surrounded by a large lake. There was a castle in the middle, reaching up. Jack was drawn to it, gravitating toward the glimmering spires and windows that looked almost ice-like in the early sun.

When Jack's feet touched cobblestone, it was hardly daybreak, so he was not at all surprised to see basically the whole town still asleep. It was...quaint. Not modern, like the houses he was used to, but it wasn't ancient looking. People didn't have straw as their house roofs, like he had possessed when he was still human. And he could perhaps figure out what time this was, but Jack wasn't a 'History-Buff' or anything, so it was rather pointless to even entertain that thought.

He figured it would almost painfully easy to enter the castle; being translucent and not really a real person and all. There was a singular pitiful guard standing guard, who looked about ready to fall asleep on his feet. Jack figured he'd play with him and made it snow right above his head. The guard startled, looking terrified, glancing around with wide eyes. Jack stifled a laugh, shook his head, and went forward. His fingers had hardly touched the grand gate to push through it when a voice paused him.

"You! Stop there! Who do you think you are?" Jack wondered what poor soul had caught the attention of this guard. He began to push, but the voice came again.

"Stop!" Jack turned, raising a quizzical eyebrow. He looked around; nope no one else in his sight. The guard was also glaring hard at him, and Jack frowned, scratching his head.

"You can see me?" He asked.

"Can I see you?" The guard huffed with insult, "Are you dull, boy?"

Jack cautiously walked forward, looking at his hands. Not that he could usually tell if people could walk through him or not, it wasn't as if he could see the ground through his hand, but he still looked at it curiously. He got in the guard's face.

"Hello?" The guard asked, jerking back, "Young sir!"

"How...odd..." The mysteries of this orb didn't cease to amaze him, "Can you touch me too? Do you believe in Jack Frost?"

"Jack who? And can I...?" The guard sputtered, a heavy scarlet blush rising to his face, "That is unbelievably inapropri-,"

Jack didn't pause to listen to his lecture, and grabbed a hand and slapped it the top of his own. He pushed down hard, but found his whole body solid. The guard was about to blow a casket, not that Jack noticed.

"I wonder if I'm whole everywhere!" Jack wondered out loud, and the widening of the guard's eyes also slipped past Jack's observation. Although the guard pulled, Jack was stronger and began smacking the guard's hand down in various places.

"Sir, if you do not unhand me," The guard began as Jack continued his experiment, "I will have to consider it as an attack on me and- Good god, son!" The punch in Jack's face when the Guard finally pried his hand free shocked Jack. Well, his face was for sure solid.

"What was that for?" Jack asked, but didn't give the guard time to answer, and responded with his own punch across the cheek.

"My hand. Of all the inappropriate places! I will have to report you to the Queen!" The guard nursed his jaw gingerly. Jack thought back. He had been bringing the hand down to touch his knee, but well, perhaps the guard thought he was taking it somewhere else.

"Pervert!" Jack cried, a word that he'd learned from Jamie. The guard clenched his teeth, and that's what started it.

When the Queen opened the gate only a couple minuets later, she found her night guard in a physical combat with a stringy-boy. Rage and irritation surged through her body, and she angrily separated them with her ice, bounding both their hands with an ice lock.

"What is the meaning of this?" She roared, and the guard sniffed.

"This hooligan, m'aam accosted me! He tried to make me do unholy things, I think that he should be sent to the prisons immediately and-,"

"I did not!" Jack cried, waving his freed fist in anger. He wasn't sure how ice got on his wrist, but of course, it was easy to melt it. Some weird parlor trick, perhaps. He hadn't really seen. Elsa stepped back in surprise, staring at his empty wrists. No, it hadn't been broken off but there was a puddle beneath his feet. When she said nothing, Jack scrutinized her, "Queen Lady?" He prompted.

"How did you," Elsa cleared her throat, "How did you do that?" She asked in a rush, staring at his arms. The rest of the guards were just as stupefied, except the one who had been the night's watch, who was still demanding his justice be dealt.

"Do...what?" Jack asked in utter confusion. Elsa cleared her head swiftly.

"Sir, you are dismissed for the day. Take the day off. Go home." She said kindly, and the guard almost wanted to object, glaring at Jack, but finally agreed.

"And the boy, Queen Elsa?" An accompanying guard asked the Queen. Elsa paused, looking at him thoughtfully.

"I still have an errand to do in town. Take him up to my quarters, and I will be back to talk with him. I wish to speak more with him." She said after a moment.

"Are you sure. Alone? Unbound?" Another asked, to which Elsa gave Jack a wide smile.

"He won't be leaving until I come back, correct?" She asked him. There was something that drew him to her even more than this castle. He gave a suave smile, because well, she was quite beautiful.

"No, I won't." He agreed, and her confidence and aura of leadership was attractive to him. While she went one way, Jack was escorted into the grand castle. He went up many flights of stairs, and was deposited into a waiting room outside a bedroom.

"You will stay here until the Queen returns." The guard demanded gruffly, "Or else!"

"Aye, aye." Jack saluted him, and the guard glared.

Luckily, the Queen was not gone as long as NOrth had been. Jack only got into a little trouble. He tried to keep himself still and sitting for as long as possible, but his whole body itched. When Elsa finally walked in, he was examining her spoon collection. By examining, he was holding three between his fingers.

"Why do you keep these all in a case? Seems wasteful." He said. Instead of looking exasperated, Elsa just shook her head a little. As a experiment, she sent a harmless ice-blast his way, to which he quickly deflected and made into snowflakes without thinking. Once it had set into both what had happened, he dropped his spoons while she cautiously walked around the room in a circle.

"How did you do that?" He asked, standing still.

"I could ask you the same thing." She replied evenly. Both regarded each other with calculating expressions.

"Are you a spirit?" He asked.

"What? Do I look like I'm not real?" Elsa startled, scoffing at his question.

"I'll take that as a no. I'm a spirit, but I'm real." He offered, "Clearly don't have a lot from around here."

"You're a spirit." He read Elsa's expression, it wasn't amazement, it was the look that she wanted to lock him up in a mental institution.

"Jack Frost." He said with a smile, turning on his charm, "You might of heard of me." He said casually.

Elsa frowned, "Can't say I have." She said, "Sorry."

"C'mon, you have to know who I am. Jack Frost nipping on your nose?" He prompted.

"Why would you bite someone's nose?" She asked. Jack realized she really did not know him, but it was okay because everyone here could see him he had come to gander, and dropped it.

"Never mind." He said. She only gave a small frown.

"Would you like some food?" She asked, offering a plate of sandwiches. Jack was about to say that he didn't need food, because he wasn't human, but the strangest feeling down in his stomach grew up around him. Hunger. A deep-seated hunger he had not felt in eons.

"Actually, yes." He said, grabbing two.

"You seem...surprised at your hunger." Elsa observed, "That's an interesting color of hair. Dye it?"

"No. Always been this color. Well, not always." He revisited, recalling his old dark brown locks, "And you?"

"Born like this." She said, taking a sandwich too, but she only nibbled. It was clear she was trying to figure him out.

"Born with the ice powers too?" Jack guessed.

"Weren't you?" She seemed as if there was no other explanation. Jack paused.

"Yes...and no." He said. Elsa settled down.

"Even Queens have days off. Just your luck today is mine." She started, to which Jack stared at her, uncomprehending, "It sounds like a story. I'm not letting you go until I have discovered if you are a threat or not, so you may as well speak on."

"It's long." Jack chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

"As I said before, I have time." She set the sandwich down. Jack realized she was serious. So he began.

His story took a couple hours, only because Elsa was called away a couple times to attend to things, but was always back asking interestedly to pick up where he'd left off. Also she had many questions. Finally, he came to that he had ended up in her world via a magical snow-globe, and paused.

"Where am I exactly?" He asked.

"Arendelle." Elsa answered, "We are quite a well-known city." Jack searched his mind for a place called 'Arendelle' but came up blank.

"Sorry, I really don't think I've heard of it." He said.

"But you said you've been everywhere." Elsa sounded shocked. Jack had a sinking suspicion.

"Is there a map anywhere by any chance?" He asked.

"Yes. In my room." She led him to a large map up on a wall, and pointed. Where she was, it vaguely looked like Norway, but only because he was searching. There were other parts that perhaps looked like other modern day countries, if he squinted right, but he couldn't really tell because they all led off the map.

"Where's the rest?" He asked, turning.

"Rest?" Elsa chuckled, as if it was a silly question.

"Really. The rest."

"There is no rest." Elsa said as if it was common knowledge, "That's our world. Where are you from? Perhaps past Corona..." She thought with a careful eye.

"America." He stated, and she scowled at him.

"Stop being silly. There is no such place, unless it's an incredibly small village." She said.

"It's huge, actually. But I've figured it out. We're in two different worlds." He said.

"I might believe you that you're a spirit of winter, but that's just being illogical." Elsa chuckled, dismissing his realization like she was swatting away a fly.

"No really!" Jack insisted, stomping his staff down and making tiny veins of ice soak into the ruts in the floor, "What year is it here?" Elsa rolled her eyes, but sighed and played along with his ridiculous theory.

"1842." She replied. Jack snapped his fingers.

"Exactly. Now I'm not all that into history, but hell, I'm like 99.9 percent sure that America existed in that year and that it was big enough for the whole world to know about it." He said. Elsa shook her head.

"I think you're delusional, Jack. No one's ever found anything new out those ways. Not that we've heard of." She said, and she sat on a lounge chair. Jack paced, biting the inside of his lips.

"Maybe I'll fly there." He said childishly. Elsa's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"To Amerisay?" She asked.

"America." Jack corrected, "And yeah. Proving it."

"Well, wouldn't that be something." Elsa softly mused, "What's America like?" She asked. Jack shook his head.

"No way. I've done too much talking today. Tell me about your world. What's it like being a Queen?" He asked, perching on the back of a chair, his toes curling around the top.

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sit?" Elsa asked him, and Jack shrugged. Elsa pursed her lips, "Where to begin?" She asked out loud.

"Beginnings is usually a good place." Jack offered helpfully, meaning it as a joke, but Elsa considered this seriously.

"There are so many beginnings though," She said softly, and her mind seemed to be switching and worrying which to start with.

"How about your favorite?"

"I have no favorite." She paused, "There is a least favorite, though."

"That's just as good."

So she told him her story. About how she became Queen. And as Jack listened, he realized it sounded vaguely familiar, as if he'd heart a part of it being read in a story book somewhere. Elsa was a master storyteller, and by the middle she was really getting into it. She spared no embarrassing detail of her isolation, no cringe-worthy action left unmentioned. It was clearly although this was her least favorite, she'd accepted what had happened and moved on.

After, Elsa took him on the tour of the castle. They sky was beginning to darken. She pouted a bit, "Oh, I'm sorry, I've spent your whole day telling stories!"

"I have no where else to be," Jack said, which was a lie if he ever said one, but this seemed to brighten her frown, "Am I allowed to leave or am I still deemed a threat tot he castle?" He asked playfully, and she gave a soft smile.

"No, not a threat. But where will you go? Back to," She scoffed, "Your world?"

He should, he really should. He had duties to attend to, snow days to create, children to make laugh, but did Jack ever get a day off? Not really. And he felt so relaxed. So he pushed away his good voice telling him to leave, and let the darker side seep into his brain.

"Nowhere. Wander the snow, I suppose." He sighed theatrically.

"I held you captive the whole day. The least I can do is invite you for dinner and give you a guest room." Jack was once again about to say that he didn't sleep, but there was a heaviness to his eyelids even as he had the thought. He also realized that perhaps...he didn't want to give this humanity up. Yes, it was a chore to remember to eat and to have to sleep, but it felt so natural, like a comforting warm hand of a mother that he could hardly remember.

"Okay." He said, nodding, "Okay."

Dinner was an active affair, and he met Elsa's sister and brother-in-law that he'd heard so much about, and their infant daughter, who seemed to wear more of her food than eat it. After Anna just had to show Jack Sven, because Sven was lonely and she wanted to see his reaction to another white-haired human. Olaf was in there too, which he connected more with, and even promised to try to make him a female companion, if he had the power. Elsa, apparently, couldn't find the strength to make another snowman, and Olaf- despite entertaining Anna's daughter, was ultimately lonely.

In the darkness of night, Elsa showed him to his room. "Do you want to sleep in those clothes? You don't have another pair?" She asked as she looked at his jacket and muddy pants.

"I've never needed another." He said. She tutted her tongue.

"That won't do. It's awfully uncomfortable. Wait there," She instructed, and Jack sat on the bed. She came back with a pair of nightclothes.

"My father's." She explained softly, "Kristoff is a big guy, I don't think his things would fit you. But my dad, he was skinny like you." She said, holding out the pair of pants and shirt.

"I couldn't." Jack felt his throat go dry.

"I insist." Elsa said, and went to the door, "Goodnight, Jack." She said warmly. For someone who liked the cold, her voice was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

"Goodnight Elsa." He whispered back, and for the first time in a very long time, Jack slept. He changed into the clothes, and set his original clothes into the bag. By instinct and carefulness, he curled his staff into the straps of the backpack and wrapped the backpack straps around his hand.

And he dreamed that night. For the first time in a very, very long time. But it would be while before he could reflect on it. For one moment he as lying on a bed and the next moment he was unceremoniously dumped on the floor of North's workshop, awake the moment he switched between the two worlds.

"Jack! Your'e okay!" A female figure hugged him, and he dizzily looked up expecting to see Elsa, but saw Tooth. He had to admit, a tiny part of him deflated.

"What are you wearing?" Bunny asked, and Jack noticed he was still in the pajamas that Elsa had given him. Jack floundered, for once failing to come up with a decent comeback, but North was looking at him with a soft frown.

"He's found. Why don't you join everyone back in the main room? I think I need to talk with Jack." Like a disapproving father, everyone skunked out, sending Jack sympathetic looks. Jack expected to be yelled at, but instead North just sighed. Jack decided now would be a good time to put his clothes back on, but when he opened the bag, he realized the orb was gone. The one in Elsa's world at least. North saw his expression, and spoke, startling Jack.

"Can't have two orbs in the same place, Jack." He said, "It was left behind." He said.

"Why did you bring me back?" Jack demanded angrily, "How did you bring me back?"

"I made these orbs, Jack. Did you not think I would have a fail-safe if someone were to accidentally get trapped?" He asked. He still had the orb in his hand. Gently he brushed it off with the sleeve of his shirt, and set it back on the mantle. He watched Jack's eyes follow it like a hawk.

"What are they?" He asked.

North recounted the same story about needing stories and creating these to collect his own. "But they seem so...real." Jack sounded almost offended.

"Whose to say they are not real?" North questioned.

"The one I went to, it couldn't be. I mean, it's almost like Earth, but it's so small. They just don't have places outside their map. That's not possible. And if we're the starting place, then-," Jack began to argue, but North held up a hand.

"Did you ever think another orb maker may make one for us? And we are an orb too, our earth and even solar-system part of a different universe?" Jack stayed silent, "True, it may seem as though some orbs are frozen in time." He went to a shelf and picked up the Frog one, smiling softly at it, "But moreso these universes tell time much differently or longer than we do. There are a thousand more orbs out there, Jack. We are not alone in this existence." He said, turning and looking to Jack.

"I have to go back." Jack said, jumping for the orb, mumbling almost incoherently. North suddenly became fierce.

"There's a reason this place was locked up, Jack. For the fainter of hearts, it's like an addiction. You cannot." He said firmly, standing in front of the place where Jack had gone.

"But she-," The argument died on Jack's lips because he thought better of it, but North's expression twitched.

"I suppose I should be thankful you did not get into a time orb. That would have been catastrophic." He sighed, "Come, away from this place. I'll be keeping an eye on this, Jack, make no mistake." He said, pushing Jack out and into a bathroom so he could change, taking back the bag. Jack balled the shirt and stuffed it into his hoodie pocket. He made a hasty retreat, and flew away from the mountain.

He had to get back to Elsa.

First, to apologize. For he knew what it would look like to her; he bailed in the middle of the night. What kind of horrible person did she think him to be now? Second, she enchanted him in a way no women ever had before. It wasn't even their shared powers, although that did make it better, it was that she was everything he wasn't; responsible, trust-worthy, placid, respected, mature but yet he still found her fun and light and warm. Warmth, the very idea used to only disgust him. But now it was like a floodgate had opened, spilling from it a power beyond anything he knew.

And then it was just gone, back here.

Strangely, it was not just her that brought the warmth. It was everything about that place. It was the food he ate, the bed he slept on, the dreams and memories that rushed back with a painful lash of remembrance. Jack found a secluded cave, leaned back against he wall, and recalled the dream that had brought back a particular emotion that he wasn't sure if he recalled the name for.

Whack!

Jack turned to see a familiar face staring at him with a half-smirking smile, and the remnants of snow on his mittens. It took him a second to realize who exactly had thrown the snowball.

"Simon!" Jack cried joyfully, not even upset about the uncomfortable feeling of snow running down his back. His cry alerted the other three boys in the area, who all startled at the name of a boy who none had seen in a long time.

"She finally let you out, eh?" A ginger-headed boy teased, to which Simon grew red in the face.

"I can go out on my own, you know!" He scoffed indignantly, and the long-legged black-haired boy in the group rolled his eyes.

"Yes but you've finally found your way out of bed?" He asked with a suggestive grin. Simon was positively cherry, and flapped his mouth.

"Bug off, Leonard." He snapped, "You won't be making jokes in a month!"

"I think it was a bad idea the only friend in our group who still blushes when someone says 'sex' to get married first." Jack said, patting Simon on the shoulder. Simon gave a hard glare through the leafy-green eyes rimmed with exhaustion. Jack playfully tousled the man's dirty blond hair, "We're just teasing. Haven't seen you since your wedding night. It's been...what, Alexander?"

Alexander clicked his tongue, "Twelve days." He said with a look to Simon, "Someone's been busy." The group of men dissolved into randy laughter.

"Cut it." Simon seemed a little bolder now, "It hasn't been all...that, you know. I'm a man of a house, I have things to do." He said, which just made the boys laugh louder.

"Like fucking Beatrice." Leonard supplied. Simon ground his teeth.

"Oh, so you're going to be pleased do to that all the time when you're married to Mabel?" He questioned. Leonard looked almost offended at the question, running spider-fingers through his black hair.

"Yes?" He replied, "She's got an arse to die for." He said.

Jack noticed a couple of the women looking at them with disapproval in the city center, and the children had stopped playing to listen in to their 'adult' conversation.

"Perhaps we catch up somewhere else. My mum's gone with Emma out today to buy her a new dress." He offered.

"Yes, but do you have beer? Lord knows I need some." Simon finally broke down to his usual self, to which all the men patted him on the back in congratulations for 'returning to his real self'. The band of boys tried to keep their conversation appropriate as they zig-zagged through the town.

Finally at the door of Jack Overland's house, the boys all took no time to get comfortable while Jack lit a fire and brought out a round of drinks. Simon was looking reasonably more calm now.

"What's it like?" The ginger asked, "Being married?"

"Abraham, that's impossible to answer." Simon said, trying to sound wise, but Jack snorted, "I dunno. I know what I'm supposed to do, hunt, make children, be a strong man, but it's really not as black and white as that." He said.

"So you don't like making children? That's rubbish if I've ever heard it." Abraham rolled his eyes.

"Oh, like you would know." Simon scowled, "You've never done it, I bet."

"I don't fuck and tell."

"And I apologize for your wive's face then. Do you make her put a sack over it while you-," Leonard began to ask, but Simon stood, enraged.

"That's my wife! She may not be the prettiest lady, but she's a nice woman, and I won't have you say things like that." He said. His outburst frankly surprised Jack. He watched his slightly pudgy friend settle back down, and then scowl, "Sorry, just...don't say things like that."

"I...well..." Leonard broke off, "Didn't mean it, really." He muttered in a low voice, taking small sips of his drink.

"How would you like it if I said that about Mabel?" Simon demanded. Leonard shook his head.

"This is different. You weren't opposed nor agreeable when the marriage came about. I seriously love Mabel, I chose her." He defended himself, "She is without a doubt the most beautiful girl in the town." Abraham and Jack, the closet of the group of friends, shared a roll of their eyes.

"Did you hear the news, though?" Abraham said, turning away from Jack to speak to Simon, "Alexander's parents have made a political agreement for his marriage. The mayor's daughter from the town over, Joanna."

Alex groaned and took a deep sip of beer. "Don't bring that up!"

"We're all going to be there at the wedding, Lex. It's inevitable." Jack teased, using his most hated nick-name.

"Do you even know what she looks like?" Simon questioned. Alex shook his head.

"Not a clue." He gave a shake of his dark brown hair, much darker than Jacks, "I don't even know how I'm going to tell Callie this yet, stop seeing her and all."

"Well, don't?" Leonard shrugged as if it was obvious, "We all know at least two of our fathers have girls dotted all around the town. Marriages of convenience get those sorts of things, right?"

"That seems wrong. Callie would never agree." Alex said wistfully.

"If you're that good in bed, she would." Abraham pointed out.

"Why does it always come back to sex?" Simon looked mortified to even use the word.

"Because we're horney, young, sexual men." Jack said cheekily.

"Ah, and what about you, Jack?" Simon asked, "No marriages yet?"

"No sir." Jack scowled at the thought, "I like being free to be with whoever I choose, sorry mate," He said, glancing at Alex, as his friend stewed.

"Well, Jack's the youngest. Not surprised he's not hitched yet." Abraham said logically. Jack was the youngest at just turned 17, while Leonard was the oldest at 19. The rest were dotted all in between, "But then again, I'm second oldest, and I'm not married. Hmm..." He said, but everyone knew that he would fight as long as he could before he was married, for he much preferred the 'other side of the stream'.

The group then decided to be useful and go and chop some firewood, as strong gusts of nearing winter wind was coming their way. As the group passed through town, Alex prodded Jack in the side.

"Well I know who Jack would like to have," He sneered, "Not like she'll ever give him the time of day." He said rather loudly, to which Jack frantically shook his head.

"Quiet!" He hushed.

"Oh, and she's right over there," Leonard joined in, and Jack sent him a death-like glare. As if he had no clue that yes, she was indeed standing right across the town's center, bending over to get water from the well. And Lordy, was that a sight to see.

"She's gorgeous, we'd all- Simon included- be lying if we never got off to the thought of her. Even me." Abraham shrugged.

"Let's stop a moment and gaze Jack's vision of wet, hot beauty." Alex said, and Jack couldn't help but look. Elanor was a girl with a tiny waist but a large set of hips so her dress fit so snug. Her lips, so big and full, was seemingly naturally the color of a fresh strawberry. She always had that misty, half-parted look of desire upon her face, with large breasts that seemed to be coming out of her bounds. Jack, without wanting to, let out a small groan.

"Jack's turned on already, see?" Alex pointed out with triumph to Simon. Jack was mesmerized as Elanor turned, and when she came around she looked right at Jack-

And it wasn't her face staring back at him.

It was Elsa's.

This jarred Jack from his daydream and he felt something like a phantom longing deep within him, and he pressed the palms of his hands agains his eye-lids with force.

Ah, he now vividly remembered the feeling that he now associated with Elsa.

Lust.

To be honest, I really enjoyed writing about Jack's old friends. And let's be honest guys, he was a seventeen year old boy!

In my head cannon, btw, there's not only orbs for disney movies. There's orbs for every story you've ever held dear- the rest of the Dreamworks movies, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Pride and Prejudice, Percy Jackson, The Hobbit...all those amazing fandoms and all, but Jack just happened to wander of to the Disney side. Who knows? It could have been a Jack Frost and (I dunno...erm) America parring from the series 'The Selection' (I couldn't think of any other book character I hadn't listed! AHH, and no it couldn't have been, this was always Jelsa. I was just joking.)

So I'm pretty much slap happy. So please, read and review.