BW here with a Jelsa fanfic (Jack Frost+Elsa)

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Chapter 1

In a castle, on the coast of Norway, there was a young, beloved, king and queen who ruled over the large kingdom of Arendelle. It was another beautiful day in Arendelle, just like any other. But this day was special. The queen of the kingdom was in fact, pregnant with her first child, who would be the heir to the kingdom when they became of age.

The queen was going about her day as usual; sewing clothes and knitting small toys for her new baby to have. She hummed a small lullaby as she slowly rocked back and forth in her dark brown wooden rocking chair. He hands quickly fiddled with the yarn and needles, which soon turned into a small plush bear for the child. As she was doing so, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, making her flinch and drop the needles. She placed a hand on her swollen belly and took deep breaths. The pain, instead of going away, only grew.

"Mary!" she called to one of her maids, "Mary please, help me!"

Suddenly a maid in a grey dress with a white apron fastened around her waist rushed into the room to aid the queen.

"Your majesty! What has happened?" Mary asked frantically.

"My baby! I think the baby is coming!" she cried.

Mary called to a few other maids to help her with the queen. She sent on of them to fetch the king so he would be there for the baby's birth. Mary and Harriet, another maid, helped the queen into her bed. Mary placed a cool rag onto the queens forehead to her her relax.

"No!" the queen cried, "I'm too cold. I feel like i'm made of ice."

Mary felt the queens head. She pulled her hand back quickly. She was like ice. Her face became pale and she was shivering. She wanted to cover up in blankets to warm herself, but she couldn't at the moment. The queen was, freezing. How could it be, thought Mary. The queen felt like she was going to die.

The king soon rushed in and took the queens hand. Her hand was frozen. The queen couldn't feel her hands or feet. The numbness spread to her arms and legs. She couldn't feel much. She was sure she was going to die.

Within about fifteen minutes, a beautiful, healthy baby girl was born. The queen rejoiced that the pain was over with. She could feel her body warming up again. The maids wrapped the baby and cleaned her. Minutes later, Mary came back with the baby in her arms. She handed her to the queen who gave a shocked expression. The baby felt of ice. Was that what was causing her to feel cold? she thought.

Hours passed as the queen, and new mother, held her baby girl and rocked her back and forth in her rocking chair. She hummed her favorite lullaby to the sleeping baby. The baby girls temperature had become normal about an hour after she was born. The king walked into the room in which his wife was in.

"How is she?" he asked softly.

"Wonderful." she responded.

"What shall we name her?" asked the king.

"Elsa. Princess Elsa Harmony of Arendelle." the queen recited.

3 months later...

Looking in through the frosted glass-pane window, stood a tall, barefooted, 18 year old boy with hair that was as white as snow. He held a long staff with a semi-circle curve on top. He gazed upon the small child who was lying in her crib, sound asleep. The baby was in a different room than her parents, so it would be easy to sneak in.

He slowly opened the window and went in. He silently crept closer to the crib and looked upon the girl. Her hair was white, like his. She had sapphire-blue eyes and pale skin.

He hovered over her and continued to study her. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. He stayed where he was. He wasn't afraid because no one could see him. No one ever saw him. Little Elsa lifted her hand up to him and mumbled. The boy didn't know it, but she could see him. She saw him floating over her. She smiled and giggled. She raised both hands up to him and squirmed around, begging him to pick her up.

He frowned. Something wasn't right. Why was she doing that? He thought. Could she...see me? He asked himself.

"Can you see me?" he whispered.

He slowly lowered his hand just enough for her to grab his finger. She wrapped her small hand around his finger and giggled again. He quietly gasped. She saw him. She touched him. He wasn't invisible, at least not to her.

"You can see me!" he exclaimed, "You can see me! You know I'm here!"

He looked around, looking to see if anyone had heard him, but no. He lowered himself to the ground and laid his arms along the bar of the crib. He held his hand out again. She took his finger and held it tight. She looked at him.

"Hello," he whispered, "I'm Jack. Jack Frost. What's your name little girl?" he asked.

She mumbled. Babies couldn't talk. He knew that. She let go of his finger and held her hands out to him. She opened and closed her fists, motioning him to pick her up. Jack pulled his hand back. Her eyes began to fill up with tears. She began to let out soft mumbled cries when he reached for her.

"Okay okay! I'll pick you up!" he whispered loudly.

He carefully wrapped his hands around her and picked her up under the arms. Jack held her up at eye level and looked at her. She giggled. He brought her closer and held her like her mother did. He paced around her crib, not once he took his eyes off of her. She did that same.

Time passed by so quickly that Jack didn't realize the sun was beginning to come up. Baby Elsa had fallen asleep a while ago, but he continued to hold her. He was pacing around when her heard voices in the hall. He looked at the door and saw shadows of people from under the door. He looked back at the sleeping child in his arms. He walked over to her crib and carefully placed her back down. The instant he put her down, she woke up. She looked at him and giggled. She was happy that she saw her friend, but she didn't know that he would have to leave.

"I'll be back soon." Jack promised.

She took hold of his finger once more before drifting off to sleep again. Her small hand slipped off his finger as he slowly brought his hand back. He tip-toed away from the crib and to the window. He put his hood up and opened the window. As he stepped out onto the ledge, he took one last look at her, and flew away.

Hope you liked it. Please review. No one ever reviews anymore. Please review. I like it when people give my tips on how to make my story better and no one ever does that anymore. so ya.

-bw