A/N: A plot bunny jumped on me while I was bored at work, and I ended up scribbling this on a blank page in a notebook. This is a Jelsa, but I'm using the Snow Queen from Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale as a large part of the inspiration for this story. My beta (the best sister in the world) said it's her favorite of everything I've asked her to read so far, so I hope you all enjoy, as well.

Snedronningen: The Snow Queen

Udholdenhed: Perseverance

There was a bridge in the kingdom of Arendelle made completely of ice. It was very high above the capital, almost at the peak of the North Mountain; it crossed the chasm that separated the peak from the rest of the ridge.

Somehow, Jack had never noticed it. Perhaps because nobody lived up there, and he was usually causing a ruckus somewhere. But one day he was flying northwards-on his way to bug Santa, actually-and he saw it, glimmering, out of the corner of his eye.

"Woah," he said in awe, alighting on the steps.

It was incredible. It had to have been carved out of one piece of ice; there were no places where it looked like separate pieces had been joined together. The attention to detail was remarkable, as well. Snowflake patterns were etched all along the handrails and steps. Jack was truly impressed.

His plans quickly changed from bothering North to finding out what was up with the bridge, and he headed back down towards Arendelle. He landed in the main courtyard of the royal palace. He wasn't sure exactly where to start, but there must be someone who could tell him.

Luckily, it happened to be Saturday. Good things always happened on Saturdays.

As it turned out, the royal palace of Arendelle was open for tours on Saturdays, and as Jack stood in the courtyard wondering where in the world to begin, he overheard a curious child's voice ask, "What about the Snow Queen?"

Snow Queen? That sounded promising.

Jack promptly flew over to where a group of tourists were gathered in front of a tour guide, and carefully wormed his way up to the little girl who had asked the question. The tour guide wasn't fazed at all by her question.

"Yes, one of Arendelle's queens was the Snow Queen, who had one of the shortest reigns of any Arendelle monarch. She ruled for only a matter of months, the winter season, and when she died, leaving the throne to her sister, spring came, giving her the moniker of Snedronningen."

"That's depressing," Jack muttered to himself.

The little girl next to him, who'd asked the question, was looking at him with an open mouth. She had short black hair, mostly covered by a multicolored, handmade beanie, and it appeared she'd dressed herself, because she wore patched overalls, and a red flannel. Jack liked her.

"Better close that," he teased. She didn't budge. Jack wiggled a finger at her, and a snowflake drifted in her mouth and landed on her tongue. She jumped, and then giggled.

"You're Jack Frost," she whispered.

"Yes, I am," he whispered dramatically back. "What's your name?"

"Cecilie. I'm ten."

"Really? I thought you were twelve."

She smiled proudly at his assessment.

"Why did you ask about the Snow Queen?"

"Oh, she's my favorite fairy tale!" Cecilie said, jumping a little in her excitement. They were moving now, following the tour guide inside the palace. "There's one story where her tears make flowers."

"Her tears? Why is she crying?"

"Because she's lonely," Cecilie said sadly. "She has a big empty ice castle because the trolls threw her friends off the mountain."

And he'd thought it was depressing already. Yikes. He decided, since the tour guide seemed to know her stuff, to find out if she knew anything about the bridge. He nudged Cecilie.

"Hey, could you ask the tour guide about the ice bridge?"

"Of course!" Cecilie grinned at him. She waved her hand in the air enthusiastically to get the guide's attention.

"Yes, you have another question?"

"What about the ice bridge?" Cecilia chirped innocently.

"Ah," the tour guide said mysteriously. "That bridge is called Udholdenhed. Legend has it that the snow queen's palace used to be upon the North Mountain, and that bridge is all that is left of it. On a sunny day, like today, you can see it sparkle even from down here."

"Wow," Cecilie breathed. "The ice palace…"

Now Jack was even more curious. If the Snow Queen was a fairy tale, like him, could she be real too? He was real, after all. Maybe her ice palace was still up there, hidden away.

"Cecilie," he said, and she turned to him eagerly. "You need to tell me everything you know about the Snow Queen."

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