I don't own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians.

Father Time's home was a fascinating place. Sitting alone on the highest cliff, it was shaped like a traditional bird house, with a small balcony overlooking a vast forest of pines; a lone rocking chair being the only indication that a giant winged creature probably didn't reside there. Adorned with the most peculiar of decorations, it was truly a wonder. With its whimsical wind chimes and elaborate stained-glass windows, it looked almost as magical as the man who lived there.

Almost.

Sporting a long, grey beard and dressed in an even longer grey robe, he was what one would imagine when hearing the word "wizard." A kind smile usually occupied his wrinkled face, but at the moment, he had adopted a look of determination.

With a heave of effort, the elderly man dropped the stack of books he had been carrying on an old, wooden table. Waving away the cloud of dust the action created, he sighed.

"Well, this is the lot of them," he began in a gruff voice, giving his guests an inquisitive look. "But I am fairly certain you will not find what you are searching for."

"We appreciate your generosity, regardless," a tall, burly man spoke in a heavy eastern European accent. Rolling up his sleeves, the red-clad gentleman plopped into a small, rickety wooden chair, which surprisingly held his weight. "Bunnymund, do me a favor and see where Jack wandered off to," he ordered distractedly as he began flipping through the pages of the top book.

Sighing in frustration, the large rabbit behind him obliged, muttering his annoyance to himself. "Little nuisance is probably stirring up all sorts of trouble; he's been alone for five minutes."

Hearing these words, Father Time raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "This Frost character - he is not reliable?"

Giving the elderly man a taxed look, Bunnymund shrugged indifferently. "Let's just say he can be notoriously nosey," he replied in a hollow tone, his Australian accent thick.

As if on cue, a large crash sounded in the other room, followed by a feeble "Sorry!"

Immediately the grey-robed gentleman hurried towards the commotion. "Be careful!" he warned. Bunnymund gave his companion a look of exasperation.

"You see what I mean, North? Bringing Frost along would only cause trouble."

The Guardian of Wonder smiled guiltily through his excessive facial hair. "It was either this, or leave him behind in my workshop."

Meanwhile, in the neighboring room, a young man with skin white as snow and hair the color of frost tried, in vain, to lift the wardrobe he had knocked over. "Whew, this thing is heavy! Wanna help a friend out?"

Father Time stared at the scene in horror. "How did you manage to do this?" he cried, his eyes darting between the struggling boy and the destruction he caused.

Jack grinned sheepishly. "Nothing's broken..!"

The old man sighed in defeat as he stepped closer to his guest. "Yet," he mumbled under his breath, bending down and helping the pale boy set the wardrobe in its rightful position. "Not to be rude, but I must insist you follow me back into - "

"Whoa, what's all this?!" the Guardian of Fun exclaimed, ignoring the bearded man as he leaped into another room.

Father Time's eyes widened as he realized where his clumsy guest ran off to. "Mister Frost! Do not go in there!"

Again, the white-haired boy brushed off the old guy's warning as he gazed around the room in wonder. It was a spacious room, with high ceilings and large windows showcasing the beautiful forest before them. The floors were hardwood, a beautiful chestnut stain tying in with the wooden beams upon the ceiling. But what captured Jack's attention was the hundreds of clocks in various sizes, hanging elegantly on the wood-paneled walls.

"What are all these?" he asked in awe, his eyes soaking in the wonder and beauty. There were wall clocks and grandfather clocks; even digital clocks. Some were the traditional wood framed, while others were painted in vibrant colors. No two were alike, but every one of them were in sync, ticking together in a monotonous fashion.

"They are clocks, Mister Frost," Father Time smirked, his annoyance replaced by appreciation - it had been a long time since anyone had taken an interest in his line of duty. "Each one represents a different time and place; marking every important event in history."

"That's amazing..." Jack whispered, his eyes tracing the walls hungrily. Though he loved his fellow guardians dearly, they never really trusted their prize possessions with the newest recruit; often referring to Jack as the Guardian of Mischief. But he was a curious boy, and he could sense that his host was as eager to talk about his passion as Jack was to hear it. "Tell me more..."

The old man sighed dreamily, stroking his long beard. "Where to begin..?"

Jack's eyes soon focused on a small, ice-blue clock. As he neared it, he noticed its pendulum was a beautiful crystal snowflake, swinging lazily back and forth - somewhat hypnotizing the young guardian. "How about this one?" he suggested breathlessly.

Father Time squinted to where his guest was pointing, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "Awe, yes! I figure you'll appreciate this story!" he began with a gentle smile on his face. "Arendelle, 1767..."

The Guardian of Fun attempted to focus on the elderly man's words, but the beauty before him continued to draw him in. Upon closer inspection, he realized with glee that the clock was indeed made of ice, and with his inner child urging him forward, Jack slowly reached his hand towards the masterpiece. Every fiber in his body was screaming for him to touch it; to see if it was as wonderfully cold as it looked.

"...but before I get too far into this story, I feel it's best to warn you not to touch any of these - " Father Time started, before a look of sheer horror crossed his face.

Just as he began his warning, the pale boy's finger tips brushed the delicate snowflake, and in a whirl of frost and wind, the carefree guardian was sucked into the clock, leaving behind nothing but a subtle wind chill.

"Oh dear..!"

Hello! So I hate to start off with a rant, but as a new Jelsa shipper, I was extremely disappointed at the fast pace of which most of these fanfics were going, so I decided to write my own!

Don't get me wrong, most of the stories were well-written and detailed, but it just irked me that Jack and Elsa proclaimed their love so soon! I was fortunate enough to read a few with that were slower-paced, but my hunger for Jelsa wasn't satisfied!

Anyways, I guarantee this fic will be slow paced, but with a lot of Jelsa interaction - since I have neglected that aspect in this first chapter; I'm merely setting the setting (had no idea how else to word that lol) since the two stories take place in different times (another pet-peeve of mine, but I'll refrain from going on)!

Long author note, I know, but I hope at lease a few of you enjoy this!