Chapter One:
"Why can't they just understand?!" Elsa muttered to herself, climbing up the North Mountain, "This," she gestured at her glove, "isn't me." Elsa realized she was tired of it all, the secrets, the lies, the shutting people out. She threw her glove into the wind. She let go of the cape, and tossed the crown to the side. She rebuilt Olaf with her powers, then came to a stop in front of a gap in the mountains.
A powerful wind surged forward, carrying with it a tall, lanky man with snow white hair and icy blue eyes. In one pale hand he held a frosted over wooden staff. The wind dipped a bit, then swooped back up, the man laughing the entire time. Then he saw her.
He flew lower, wondering what on earth anyone could be doing on the North Mountain in this weather. He watched as she waved her hands and a frosty staircase climbed over the gap in the mountain. His jaw dropped open. She could work magic like…like…him.
She climbed up the stairs and the ice smoothed over. The man watched intently, unnoticed by Elsa.
She built an ice palace right before his eyes, all the while singing some absurd song about letting go that was lost on the man completely. He flew inside the palace, still in awe of it's beauty and still unnoticed by her.
She let down her twisted up-do, and a long, white/blonde braid of hair fell over her shoulder. Her dress was surrounded in swirling magic and the previously conservative dress changed into a sparkling blue dress that was more akin to an Oscar star's gown then…whatever it was she actually did.
In his opinion she looked much better. She walked triumphantly out onto her new balcony and finished her song with a startling power note and the words, "The cold never bothered me anyway." Elsa leaned on the balcony, content with her knew life.
"Funny, you know, the cold never bothered me either." The man floated down in front of her.
She shrieked, nearly toppling over.
"Whoa! I'm sorry-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." He extended a hand to help her up, trying not to laugh.
She grudgingly took his hand, and he helped her to her feet.
"I'm Jack Frost." He offered.
She considered this before responding with, "I'm Queen Elsa, of Arendelle."
He grinned, leaning on his staff, "A queen, huh? Of what, the ice and snow?"
She bristled, "Maybe I am. What's it to you?"
He chuckled, "Because if you're the queen then that makes me the king. Or perhaps Supreme Overlord, since I've been at this longer."
Elsa snorted, "Last I checked, we were not married."
"Well, Supreme Overlord then."
She rolled her eyes, which were just as blue as his, "Been at what longer, precisely?"
"This," He gestured to her ice palace, "I control ice. Oh, and the wind." He looked like he expected this to shock her, and it did, but that was the last thing she wanted him to know.
"I've been able to do this since I was born, and I'm 21." She challenged, "How long have you been at this?"
"218 years, give or take." Jack said nonchalantly. She stepped back, nearly falling again. He laughed.
"But, but you don't look-you can't be more than a year older than me, if that!" She protested.
He laughed louder, a contagious sound that made her want to join in. "Ah, and therein lies my problem. I'm immortal. I've been around 21 or 22 for all 218 years I've been alive."
"That's a problem?" She asked faintly.
"Well, not for me." He perched on his staff, "It does make it harder to keep in touch with the world. Especially the people in it. You'd be surprised, but once someone hears how long I've been around, it usually scares them away. My devilish good looks don't seem to help."
She cracked a smile, "Not the least bit conceited, are you?"
"Not in the slightest." She laughed that time.