Hey Everyone! Been a few weeks...

Brand new story, so welcome to all readers new and old!

Since the moment Frozen came out I knew I wanted to write a story like this. IT IS CANON TO THE MOVIE. It just makes so much sense when you read it and see... So enjoy this twist on the tale all of you know oh so well...

DISCLAIMER FOR ENTIRE STORY: ALL CHARACTERS FOUND IN THIS FANFICTION BELONG TO DREAMWORKS AND/OR DISNEY.

Coverart belongs to milady666 on DeviantArt. Go check her out!

So, now that that's out of the way... Read, Relax, and Review!

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He waited nervously in the hallway outside her room. All was quiet now- a drastic change from what he had had to listen to in agony for what felt like an eternity.

He stood up from the chair he had been sitting in, beginning to pace the empty hall. His fingers drummed against the walls absentmindedly, leaving spiraling trails of frost behind. He couldn't sit still, but... but he had to at the same time. C'mon, calm down, he thought, returning to the chair. He tried to compose himself, tried to stop his muscles from twitching, and overall tried to shake the feeling that he would collapse. His fingers drummed on his knee, coating it with a cold blue frost. Then they stopped. Then they began to drum again. Then they stopped.

His removed his fingers from his knee.

The man ran a shaky hand through his pure white hair, an ironic feature of his appearance, considering his otherwise apparent youthfulness. He looked not in the slightest bit older than mid-twenties, though no one actually knew his true age.

He put his head in his hands, inhaling a shaky breath. "C'mon Jack, get it together," he muttered.

Then, the door was gently pushed open, and a very exhausted woman emerged, wiping her hands on a dry cloth. Jack immediately jumped up from the chair he had previously occupied with such a sudden force that the chair fell over with an echoing clang. "Wh- is-" he tried to say, but the words refused to form properly in his mouth. The woman gave Jack a tired smile in understanding, and nodded towards the room.

"It's alright Sir, go ahead in. Everything's fine," she motioned to the door in encouragement.

Jack released a breath he forgot he had been holding, his clenched muscles automatically relaxing.

"Th-thank you," he said, nodding to the woman, before moving to the door.

"And congratulations," she told him. Jack smiled his thanks and wasted no more time in opening the door carefully and stepping inside. He was greeted with the cheerful splashes of bright colors that painted the walls of the bedroom- all her designs and work- but he paid them no mind. His ice blue eyes were locked on the elegant canopy bed and more importantly, the woman who lay inside it.

Except now she wasn't alone. In her somewhat shaking arms she held a bundle of blankets, the mere sight of which caused Jack's heart to almost stop yet beat faster at the same time. The woman in the bed looked up as she heard him approach, and smiled lovingly. As Jack studied her face, he saw signs of utter exhaustion hidden beneath the glow of happiness. He rushed to her side and carefully embraced her, planting a soft kiss on her damp forehead and brushing a few stray hairs away from her face. He then turned his gaze to the bundle in her arms.

"It's a girl," she told him with a happy sigh.

Jack felt a thousand emotions well up inside him all at once, so fast and so strong that he couldn't even describe or define them. He took a few steadying breaths, searching for the right words.

"Punz she's... she's beautiful," he said finally, but for the world those two simple words could not properly convey the emotions he was feeling for the tiny child in Rapunzel's arms. She lifted the bundle up then, meaning to hand the baby girl over to him, but Jack hesitated, moving away slightly.

"Go on," Rapunzel urged gently, beginning to fear the reason behind her husband's reaction. "She looks just like you."

"Rapunzel," he began, "What... what if I... can't... you know..."

She carefully reached out to grab his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, before guiding it to the child in her arms.

"She can't understand the concept of belief yet, Jack. For her, now, in this moment, anything is possible. No one's told her what is and what isn't. She has the whole world open to her. She can be anything she wants, feel anything she wants, believe anything she wants. There's nothing to tell her no, nothing to hold her back. She's your daughter, Jack. For her, anything is possible, including you."

Rapunzel guided his fingers, placing them securely but gently on the tiny girl's head. To his joy, Jack's hand didn't pass through the child's body. He then carefully wrapped his arms around the bundle, pulling his daughter closer to him. A smile cracked on his face, as he rocked the tiny child, not daring to believe what was happening in this moment. Rapunzel leaned back against the pillows on the bed contently, watching with loving eyes the two people she loved more than anything else in the world.

Jack held the child gently, admiring her beauty. Rapunzel was right- she did look a lot like him, although he could see traces of her mother in her tiny pink face. Holding his daughter (his daughter!) steadily in his arms, his eyes not leaving her tiny face for a second, he slowly wandered over to one of the large windows in the room, through which the palace grounds, as well as the entire kingdom and the surrounding forests and mountains could be seen. The world was covered in a pure white snow, shining and sparkling like glass in the afternoon sun. He looked back down at the sleeping child.

"You may not be able to see any of this now, but it's beautiful," Jack said to his daughter as he came upon the window, "and nowhere near as beautiful as you. This entire kingdom is yours, princess. The world is yours. I believe in the future you have, and of the great things you'll do. So I want you to promise me something," he said, sitting down at the cushioned bench beneath the window. "I want you to have dreams, and I want you to chase them. I don't want you to hold back, and never for a single moment think that you are anything less than what you are. I want you to enjoy life, and above all else, I want you to promise me you'll have fun with everything you do."

He glanced at Rapunzel, who was resting peacefully in bed, eyes closed and smiling.

"And I want you to promise me," he continued in a quieter tone, so that only his sleeping daughter could hear him as he continued to rock her gently by the window, "that no matter what happens, you'll always believe. Believe not only in me, but in yourself, too. Promise me that, Elsa."

As her name left his lips, he felt a warm happy flutter in his chest. The tiny girl's fist waved in the air as she slept, and Jack chuckled, wondering what she was dreaming about. "Dream about the snow, Snowflake," he urged, leaning back in the window seat.

"I love you," he told her, bending down to kiss her forehead. He was impressed yet grateful when she didn't shiver or otherwise react to his cold temperature. He continued to smile at his daughter, thinking about how lucky he was, and how happy he felt, as the trumpets and fanfares could be heard in the faint distance, announcing the birth of the kingdom's heir to the throne and new princess.

The birth of Her Royal Highness Princess Elsa of Arendelle, daughter of Their Majesties the King and Queen, of Rapunzel Corona and Jack Frost.

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A/N:

Jack is a bit older than his movie-self. Less childish, more grown up. I'm sorry if anyone thinks that takes away from his character, but I assure you his youthful playfulness will still be there. I just wanted him a bit more fatherly, so I made him a bit older. Also, yes, he is the King of Arendelle in this story, and Rapunzel is the Queen- she is her brunette self. All will be explained...

Also, Eugene does not exist in this universe.

So excited for this story, Iceprincess