Elated, perfect, warm as the sun his smile grew. The wind gleefully nipped his white locks as he spiraled through the sky, his smile never once flailing. Jackson Overland Frost lay perched within the winds embrace, his teeth as white as snow and eternal winter spreading through his form. Mountainous terrain flew past him as he darted through the glyph of air, a verdant shell of feathers intertwining into his movement. This is what he loved; this is the moment he lived for. He was free. Pitch had been defeated, he was a Guardian, and above all, he was believed in.

Him. Jack Frost, a myth among myths, was believed in. He couldn't grasp it, for reality was too perfect to understand, but he didn't care, he didn't care at all.

His smile only grew wide as he spun on past hills and into the growing behemoth mountains. No one lived out here, and was more so than not, always coated in snow. As Jack flew on, a tingling sensation prickled at his internal flight of winter, his senses kicking into overdrive. It had just been snowing east of here, but the light dust had ceased, and now a silent hush lay Barron around him. He didn't do that...

Pillowing his legs back, Jack spun off into the direction of the disturbance, the wind pushing him through the fractals of air in his way. Someone or something had messed with his snow, who else could have done such a thing? He was the only spirit of winter...right?

He darted on, and as he came rising over the dawn of a mountainous hill, he almost fell head first into the ice due to what saw. Directly ahead was the most beautifully crafted thing Jack had ever seen. It was a castle, which much was certain, but made entirely out of ice. The fractals of golden ice laced through purple hues as the beautifully crafted sculpture was pin pointed down to perfect precision. The magnificence the scaffolding or the intense gleam of the crystallized stairs or walls couldn't seem to pang just the right way into Jack's eyes. It was beyond amazing, it was breathtaking.

He gingerly hovered down into the snow bank, the palace never once leaving his vision and the thought of the snow leaving him momentarily. Who had created this? How did they make it? Just what on earth happened here?

His bare feet chilled their way up to the top of the crystallized staircase, his feet feeling at one in the brilliance of the ice. Starring wide eyed in the face of the snowflake incrusted door, he tapped twice with his knuckles, asking to be let in.

"Hello?" He called as he tried to peer through the obscene icicles.

The door slowly charted open, thick inch by thick inch, and Jack accepted the offer, his body now edging its way in. The inside made no comparison to the exterior, they were simply too beautiful to craft into words. The diamond sparked curling around the walls, the giant snowflake stoned into the ground, the fountain in the middle aiming directly into the sky as it seamlessly froze in time, it was all so cardinal, so rebounding he couldn't catch his breath.

He slowly began walking the edge of the grand hall, his feet tracking in the cold behind him. He traced the ice stone walls with the cold touch of his hands, the beauty of it drawing him in.

Whoever had done this certainly had skill he had thought.

A sliding creek of ice broke him from his thoughts, and his eyes gazed upwards, resting on the top of the staircase. There, another iced door had opened, and beyond lay something, or I should say someone, Jack could possibly never forget.

A woman, thin yet beautiful in appearance, arose from the depths of the ice. Her platinum blond hair was draped in a braid around her shoulder, and as Jack looked closer he could see little tiny flakes of ice and snow blown throughout the strands. She wore a blue dawned dress, perfectly balancing her glass blown snowy eyes, and it morphed perfectly down her body. It had little bits of snowflakes drawn throughout, but yet it shimmered in the light as if it was made of the ice which made up the castle. Draped down from her shoulders was a laced robe, clear blue in material, soft and laced, but with crystallized snowflakes drawn out through the back. It spun down her shoulders, curved around her elongated legs and past the crystal heels down into the floor.

Jack swore he felt his heart stop.

She was beautiful. No. More than that. She was simply a goddess. She couldn't be real, no one in the entire universe could be this way, but here she was, standing right in front of him, and by the looks of it, starting directly at him as well.

"Hello?" She asked.

"I-u-uh..um.."

"Who are you?" She asked as she stepped closer to the balcony overlooking the hall.

"J-jac...Jack..m-ma'am."

"Why are you here?" She stated, a force behind her tone setting something Jack couldn't place his finger on.

Then something clicked.

"Wait...you can see me?" He asked questionably.

"Well of course I can..."

"But you have to be at least 18...you shouldn't believe in me..." Jack stated confused as he pondered for a moment.

"What are you talking about...exactly who are you?" She asked.

Jack smiled his pearly whites at her, his eyes glowing. "Jack Frost. Spirit of Winter, Guardian of fun, and protector of children." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Jack Frost...as in...Nipping at your nose?"

"The one and only."

The girl sighed. "Anna set you up to this didn't she? I told her I wasn't going back to Arendelle. She should have listened! I can't st-"

"Wait what are you going on about?" Jack asked he perked an eyebrow at the woman.

"Oh don't act like you don't know. Arendelle is completely frozen over and it's all my fault!" She nearly groaned into her hands as she stared lifelessly into the curse she was born with.

"You need to leave. Now." She marked as she stared down her intruder.

"Wait what? I'm confused, and I'm mostly certainly not leaving." Jack said meeting her own gaze.

"It's not safe around me. Leave, now!" She nearly cried as she ran back through the door and up another set of crystallized stairs.

"Hey, wait!" Jack called as he ran after her, thanking silently he was the spirit of winter and could transverse the ice easily.

He followed the mysterious girl up a flight before entering another hall, much like the great hall yet smaller and with a grand door leading to a balcony. The blonde woman stood at the edge of the railing, the wind wiping around her in curls. Jack frowned and slowly made his way down over to her, making sure his presence was known for fear of startling her.

"You know, it's rude to run off like that."

"I said leave..."

"And I said I'm not leaving. Tell me what's going on her because if it involves winter, it involves me." Jack said as he walked and stood a bit of ways away from the girl.

"Oh please, you expect me to believe that you are the Jack Frost. Father winter, spirit of the season, creator of snow...and...ice...". She had stopped her rant as she stared directly into Jack, whom now was floating directly a few feet in front of her, miles of darkness deep below him.

"Believe me now?"

She was taken back. "H-how are you doing that?"

Jack deadpanned. "Jack Frost, spirit of winter, nice to meet you."

"So you mean you really are..."

"You've got it!" He said as he tipped his shepherds hook in his hand for his feet to rest gently against it in the current of the wind.

"I don't...how...I..."

"Look" jack began as he slipped down next to the girl's right. "Let's just start off simple. What's your name?"

She hesitated before looking directly into his own ice blue eyes which matched hers to a T.

"Elsa, the Snow Queen."

New story! And it's Jelsa...like...MY GOD...I will go DOWN with this ship. But this ship isn't going down anytime soon, and I don't think it ever will. I saw Frozen this weekend with my friend, and we might go again to see it a 2ND TIME this Sunday. YES IT'S THAT GOOD. The music in it, the animation, the story, just AHHH...I can't. Too much. Too much. I also want my own personal Olaf...like please...can that be like...now? PLEASE.

ALSO,

What is up with Disney and Dreamworks making their characters so attractive...like...am I the only one who thinks this? Yes. No? ._. ANYWAYS, I hope you guys liked this chapter. :D AND DON'T WORRY I'M STILL WORKING ON SILENT SLUMBER! IT ISN'T DEAD. I will explain why I haven't been updating that in forever in the update for that story. :D

Have a good one guys. :)

As always,

R&R