A short drabble because I can't seem to continue my fics:

His name was Jack, Jackson Overland to be precise. He was silly, goofy, naughty, and so full of fun.

So different from Elsa.

The children from the town often went iceskating at a lake close to her bedroom window, forgetting how close they were to the palace. Their laughter and squeals were so clear Elsa felt as if she was playing with them too.

She could have complained about the noise, but this was her only comfort in her frozen world. These children, although they did not know her and never would, were like little bits of sunshine, thawing her winter.

Jack however was another story. If everyone else were little bits of sunshine, Jack was the sun itself.

Everyone loved him, and how could they not? He was so full of energy and cheer, spinning and twirling and practically flying everywhere. There was never a dull moment or a frown to be seen when one was near Jack.

Actually, even from a distance, he somehow could always make Elsa smile.

Elsa longed to meet him, to talk to him. He was the epitome of everything she wanted: friends, freedom, fun.

But she couldn't, she would scold herself sternly when such thoughts came. She might hurt someone again, maybe even worse than what she'd done to Anna.

So Elsa contented herself with watching from afar, and hoping. Hoping that one day, when she could finally control her powers, she would be able to run to the lake and finally talk to him.

Days passed easier with Jack being there. Sometimes, Elsa would pretend he was there with her, telling her jokes and grinning like the imp he was.

Then, that day came.

Jack and his little sister, Emma had arrived at the lake earlier than usual. Elsa watched them do their usual routine, with Jack teasing Emma and Emma pouting at him for it. Elsa wondered what Jack had teased Emma about this time.

With her head held high, Emma slid across the ice, obviously still mad with her brother. Jack was grinning, trying to hold in his laughter by the looks of it. Suddenly, his expression changed.

He ran to his sister barefoot, abandoning his skates.

Elsa frowned. What was going on?

She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but she thought she heard Emma say "You always play tricks!"

Jack laughed, and Elsa calmed a little. If Jack was laughing, that meant things were OK.

Elsa saw Jack shift Emma to the side with a stick. Maybe the ice had cracked there; no wonder he had seemed so panicked.

For a moment, all was right with the world; Emma was safe and Jack was smiling.

The next moments seemed to slow down. The ice gave way beneath Jack's feet and before Elsa could register what had happened, he was plunged into the cold depths of the water.

Elsa felt her heart stop.

Her eyes didn't leave the lake, and she half-expected Jack to emerge, laughing and shivering. But Elsa never saw him again.

She saw Emma scramble back home to call for help. She saw the townsfolk come to the lake and drag out the body, but that wasn't Jack. It was too pale, too lifeless to be the boy Elsa had thought of as the sun. Finally, she saw Emma return to the lake one last time and leave a bunch of wildflowers at the bank, tracing the words 'Happy Birthday' in the snow.

Emma's body shook with her sobs; Elsa could hear them, each sob pricking her.

Was Elsa sad?

She didn't know. She was shocked, but that didn't mean she was grieving. From the day he fell to the day Emma returned, there had been no tears. Elsa would learn, as the years piled up, the tears would never come.

After that, Elsa's powers grew worse. They spiraled out of control, terrifying her. She would hurt someone, she would definitely hurt someone at this rate.

Elsa stared up at the grey vastness above her. The sky was not blue, or red, or purple or any of its lovely shades on the day she would take her last breath.

That was fine. Fifty years ago, the sky had been the same color when he left her world.

She had known for a while that her end was nearing. Anna and Kristoff, their children and grandchildren had grown increasingly worried by the day at her deteriorating health.

Elsa had long come to terms with her condition, but she understood how difficult it was for her family. She couldn't bear to endure their heartbreak, their grief, so she had come here.

It had been a selfish choice, a coward's choice. However, she had to come here, to the place where everything had begun, and consequently where everything had ended.

"Elsa."

She blinked. Despite how many decades had passed, she recognized that voice.

A white-haired boy hovered beside her, his blue eyes twinkling. In his hand was the stick, the one he had used to pull his sister from harm's way. Slowly, his feet settled into the snow.

"Jackson Overland," she whispered.

He held her hand, a gentle smile on his face. "It's Jack Frost now."

"Strange, you feel warm."

"As do you, my queen. Don't be afraid, I'm going to be with you this time. You don't have to watch from the sides anymore."

"How did you know?"

"Let's just say the moon knows a lot of things." He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. But I promise I will never leave you alone again."

"I know," Elsa said, and she knew in her heart of hearts it was true. "Is it silly to realize only after fifty years how much I love you?"

"No. It took me just as long."

Elsa felt something roll down her cheek, landing in the snow beneath her; a teardrop. She covered her eyes with her other hand as more started to stream down her face.

"It hurt watching you die. I know we'd never spoken or met, but it hurt."

"I know. I saw you, the you from back then. You laughed at all the jokes I made; you had an excellent sense of humor. Still do."

"Have you been spying on me, you cheeky ghost?"

"A little. After the moon showed you to me, I needed to find you. Remember those frost patterns on your books?"

"I wondered how they got there."

Jack chuckled and brushed a teardrop. "Dearest Elsa," he said, then pressed his lips to her.

When he pulled back, her body was still, but he wasn't alone. A figure stood at the centre of the lake, donning the ice dress Jack knew so well. High above, the clouds shifted, and the sun's rays lit up the world around them.

He offered her his hand. She smiled, tears still lingering in her eyes, and ran to him. She crashed into him with full force, but Jack held his ground.

Elsa wrapped her arms around him. "I love you, Jack."

"I love you too, Elsa," Jack said, hugging her closer. "This time, let's get to know each other properly."

She laughed. "Of course. What else would we do with all of eternity?"

"I have a few ideas." Before she could reply, he was kissing her. When they broke apart, Jack said, "Are you ready to enjoy eternity?"

Elsa nodded. Their hands reached for each other, refusing to ever be separated.

Together, they walked into the sunlight.

Hope you enjoyed that. :)