Author's Notes:
This lass is still crazy about Jelsa, so I've decided to make an attempt at a one hundred word drabble challenge for all of my feelings. I'm using a compiled list that I found on tumblr, but I dunno who it belongs to, so if I owe any disclaimer towards this individual, please let me know.

These drabbles will be centered randomly from all kinds of AUs involving Jelsa, so they won't really be set anywhere specific. If they need an explanation, I'll give it. Bear with me, I guess. Har har har.

001. Baby

It shouldn't have come as a horrible surprise to the winter spirit Jack Frost that even his own child couldn't see him. Yet when his beloved Snow Queen had delivered his baby, he had thought - for an inkling of a second - that perhaps he would become more fortunate, somehow.

Even minutes after childbirth, Elsa looked like the brightest star amidst a black canvas sky. Jack had to wait for all of the nurses to finally move aside and out of the room before he could make his entrance through the window of the queen's bedchamber, listening to the familiar click that the pane made as he slid through as the new opening. Shaking snowflakes out of his white hair from the eruption of winter over Arendelle, he shot the young woman lying down his typical crooked smile. It couldn't have been more coincidental that their child would have been born in the dead of winter, out of every season of the year. But any train of thought that he had regarding the topic was intercepted by the sight of Elsa's radiant smile, along with the bundle of blankets holding a baby tight in her arms.

"I saw you through the window... You should have come inside." The regal queen greeted him, one of her eyebrows crooked. Her tone was scolding, yet lightheartedly so. In return, Jack chuckled, feeling his throat tighten up some as he slowly eased his way towards the new life that he had helped create.

"I didn't want to distract you. You did so well, love." He admitted gently, lowering towards her as he met the bed. Elsa urged him closer, propping their child towards him. A thrill of shock washed through Jack at the remarkable vision of the sleeping infant; a boy, just as Anna had been guessing. His hair was thin, but it was a shock of white-blonde that highly resembled his mothers; despite that it stuck up in all directions over the top of his tiny head. Jack felt joy spread through his entire being, a strange ethereal warmth that he couldn't remember feeling before.

"He looks just like you." Elsa murmured, her words barely more than a whisper. Jack blinked some, looking up at her with a smirk.

"Really? That handsome already? Lucky tyke, I'd say." Jack responded humorously. He sank down to sit beside Elsa, stretching out his ivory-skinned hand to flatten the tuft of hair on the boy's head.

But it was to no avail. His fingers slipped right through like an apparition. And the unpleasant, hot feeling of emptiness spread through his whole body, making him snatch his hand right back down to his side again. Hurt rattled him deeply down to his bones, unable to control his expression of disappointment and anguish, averting his stare involuntarily.

"Jack..."

He only looked up again when Elsa said his name. Her azure eyes were on him, looking somber. Inhaling sharply, Jack struggled to smile again as he stood up from the corner of the bed. He knew that she was going to apologize, to reassure him that he would be seen by their son, someday. But there wasn't anything that she had to say she was sorry about. And therefore, Jack didn't give her the chance to do so.

"It doesn't matter." Jack insisted, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he turned his back. Folding his arms and huffing from the outright unfairness of it all, he pivoted around again to face her. Wearing another smile, he dropped towards her again and met her eyes with his own, reaching out with a tender hand to caress her cheek with his thumb, as if to reassure her.

"He can see you. And that matters more."