This one is for those of you who wanted the Jelsa Arc in Mean Seasons expanded apon! Same thing as Healing Winter, where the timeline will coincide with chapters of Mean Seasons that feature the Jelsa storyline, be in between chapters, or just be random drabbles with the two icebirds. Either way, this is the Jelsa Drabble Series!
This chapter is when the two winter royals met for the first time!
Jack Frost tore through the air, not caring where he was going or how much distance he put between him and the Pole. His mind was reeling with the things the Pooka said to him. It wasn't his fault winter had casualties! Could he help it if some of those were children? He did try to keep those to a minimum but sometimes, nature took her course!
Midflight, the Winter Spirit realized that the storm he was flying in wasn't one of his. Curious, he sought out the source, for it wasn't a natural storm either. He tracked the source to a wooded area, to a beautifully clad girl that seemed so very sad. Past experiences said she was too old to see him, but his kindhearted nature and curiosity begged him to see if he could help, even subtly.
He glided down next to the girl, and said softly, though he was sure she couldn't hear him, "Hey...hey what's wrong?"
To his utmost shock and delight, the blonde beauty turned her teary eyes to look directly at him and sobbed "You shouldn't be standing there. I could flare at any time. It's not safe."
He smiled "What are you talking about? What do you mean flare? Did you...did you cause this storm?"
She shrank away from him.
"Go...now please!"
"I want to help. Let me help you." He again got close, but she suddenly lashed out at him...
With ice.
Startled but in total control, he swept his own hand across the shards and spikes, smoothing them out and keeping them from impailing him.
The girl looked at him wide eyed.
"How...how did you do that?"
He chuckled "I'm Jack Frost. You know...Winter personified? Your powers can't hurt me."
She looked at him, her eyes wide. She had just witnessed his own power. She had no cause to doubt him. Besides, there was something...ancient and familiar about him. He felt like...like her own magic. Plus he gave off cold, as if the very chill came from his body.
"I'm Elsa." She sniffed "You...you are the very essence of my powers. I'm not naïve, nor am I easily fooled. That's what makes me a wise ruler. Somewhere deep down, I feel like I know you."
Jack knelt and helped her to her feet. "Your magic is winter magic. I am Winter. So in a way...you do know me. Now," he grinned softly "Care to tell me what's wrong?"
Elsa explained her past, how she had accidently frozen the Summer, and the adventure/trajety that happened during that time. She sighed at the end.
"I thought the kingdom had accepted me after I thawed the Summer. It turns out they are still frightened by me. They say as much in whispers, but today, they said it to my face. I never ment to lose control! I never meant to nearly impail that Duke!"
"Shhhhhhh." Jack soothed "Accidents happen. Believe me I know. Sometimes things happen and you can't do anything to stop them."
"Yes."
"Sometimes..." he turned to look to the North "Sometimes people get hurt or die, and no matter what you say or do everyone assumes you planned it. That your powers..."
"...Doomed them to death on purpose!"
"Exactly!"
The two looked at each other. Elsa smiled slightly. "You do understand."
He grinned back, holding out his hand "Yeah, I guess I do. And you understand me too. So...instead of cooping up your powers, why not do what I do? Why not release?"
Elsa hesitated "Because I can't!"
"Why not? I'm here. I can guide your powers. I can calm your storms. Trust me, Elsa." He offered his hand again "Trust me, and have a little bit of fun."
She took his hand, and he led her into a dance. A dance so fluid, so natural, and so fun, that she had no trouble simply letting go of her fears and restraints. They danced together, under the moon, the storm quieting itself to reveal the starry sky and the crisp, shining snow. Frost, ice, snow all burst forth at random moments, decorating the landscape in frozen beauty unlike anything seen in books or film. Among the soft wintery landscape, the Snow Queen and the Winter King continud to dance to Winter's soft melody.
That is the night Jack Frost fell in love.
