An Icy Kind of Love

A Jelsa Fanfiction

Hello everyone! Ok, so I love books set in the 1800's, I think they're awesome. And I have 2 favorite books like that, and both have some sort of forbidden love due to status. And I thought, why can't I do that? So ya, that's what I'm doing. Elsa isn't a Queen, and they don't have powers. I just don't want to do that. :p Right, and it's in Elsa's perspective. I don't know if i'll do any changes to that. On to the story!

Chapter 1

"Elsa, it is time to leave. Put the book down, and get your shoes." My mother told me. I put down The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, and looked at her with puppy eyes.

"I'm only a few pages away from the end of the chapter."

"You've read that book a hundred times!" Mother took the book from my hands and put my cloth bookmark in. "You can read when we get back from Lady Black's garden party later this evening."

I stood up reluctantly and put on my silk slippers. Mother steered me in front of a mirror so she could check herself and I to make sure we were nothing less than perfection, though she knew as well as I that there was no such thing. As I stared at myself, it was quite clear that mother had outdone herself this time.

I was wearing a light blue silk dress and also blue corset. My makeup was done to what my mother would call perfection, but what I would call "as good as it could get", and my platinum blonde hair was put up in an elaborate bun with tendrils of hair flowing down from it. What I saw might have surprised others, but it didn't surprise me. To most I was a beauty, something that was fragile and delicate. To me, I was just me.

In my opinion, my mother was more striking than I. Her brown hair was done up in a bun, then the tendrils of hair left were twisted and pinned to her head (so basically, her hair was like it was in the movie). Her purple dress was radiant, and she had that aura of confidence that I myself could only dream of possessing.

My sister Anna was already in the carriage, bouncing excitedly. Although she was but 15, she still acted young and sprightly, unlike most young ladies such as herself. Mother often chastised her for this. Anna wore a dress and corset of green, and her strawberry blonde hair was in a bun with two ribbons trailing down the back (movie).

I sat down next to my sister and looked out the window. Shadows were starting to fall, which made the timing for the party quite unusual, but I rather liked it. Some things were so much more beautiful in the dark than in the light of day.

When we arrived, Anna jumped out and we lost her in the crowd. I sighed. She would probably be stuffed with chocolate by the end of the night.

Mother took my arm and led me through the crowd. I assumed we were going to see Lady Black and her son Mr. Black. I groaned inwardly, for a lady does not groan outwardly. Although Mr. Black was familiar and respectable, he always seemed to chill me to the bone. There was just something about him that didn't settle right with me. I'd known him for most of my life, but he was almost 9 years my senior, and mother was hoping for a courtship to happen soon. And I was NOT looking forward to that.

None the less, I was dragged over to them, and while my mother spoke with his mother, we had a nice little chat. Nice was the overstatement of the ages.

"Miss Winters." He said, and kissed my hand lightly. I resisted the urge to pull it away and wipe it on a napkin.

"Mr. Black, what a pleasure." I said to him.

He gave me a soft smile. "The pleasure is all mine." Oh, how I wanted to walk away right there and empty myself of lunch and breakfast, but I just smiled and acted like I was flattered.

He smiled once again, and I suppose it would have been charming to some young ladies, but to me it was chilling. It was if he had taken all the warmth outside and disposed of it.

We were probably expected to continue this "lovely" conversation, however my life was saved when one of Mr. Black's friends came over and started talking with him. I took that moment to escape him.

I barely knew anyone at this party - my friends had not been invited - so I decided to take a stroll and explore the gardens. I passed bush after bush of red roses, stopping to smell a few as i walked by. I admired the lilies and tulips, but there really wasn't anything else to do. I sighed. Was this the life I was entitled to? Spending my time at boring parties?

I just stood there for a moment, listening to the murmur and music of the party. Then some rustling of the bushes caught my attention.

I darted behind a bush and watched as a figure emerged from the trees and bushes. In the dim light I couldn't make out his features, but I was certain that it was not someone I knew.

I turned on my heel and started to slink away, but luck was not on my side when my foot broke a stray branch and brought my presence to attention.

The figure approached me slowly, and then I could finally make him out. The man had extremely mussed white hair, and had the clearest of blue eyes, much like my own. He wore a shabby coat of blue, which indicated that he was not of nobility or wealth like my family.

Time seemed to stop as I stared into those eyes, and that didn't do much good for me. I finally cleared my throat. "What business have you here? These are private grounds!"

"I could say the same thing for you. I'm here as a guest of Lady Black. She wanted me to do paintings of her gardens." He pulled something out of his pocket; a paintbrush.

"You paint?" I asked, starting to fiddle with my gloves. It was a nasty habit, but I did it whenever i got nervous.

"It's really the only thing I can do, Miss..."

"Winters." I said. "Elsa Winters. And what do I call you?"

He seemed to find my last name amusing. Well. "You may call me Mr. Jack Frost. And might I add that you look lovely this evening, Miss Winters?"

I could feel a blush creeping up my neck. "Thank you Mr. Frost, you look rather dashing as well."

Mr. Frost's grin was not fake, or forced as some men's smiles were. It was pure and genuine, and a part of me longed to see him smile again once he'd finished. "Thank you Miss Winters, I can't say that anyone has paid me a compliment like that recently, and I can't say that I've met anyone as sweet and as lovely as you."

I smiled and blushed, certain this wasn't just another act. It seemed as real as this party was, and for that i was flustered. Most of my life, young ladies and gentlemen said things just to be proper and polite, even when we didn't want to. I had made example of that back at the party with Mr. Black.

My mother started shouting my name, and I sighed. "I apologize for having to cut this meeting short, but my mother is expecting me. It was a pleasure to meet you, Jack Frost."

"The pleasure was all mine, Elsa Winters." He gave me a slight bow, and I curtsied. It was funny; normally I resented it when people told me that, because it was a necessary routine that everyone was expected to do. But when Jack Frost used it, well...

It seemed more real than even I could imagine.