Hello again, I am excited to announce another Jelsa with many twists. Don't worry about the creepy age gap right now, that will be addressed in later chapters if this fic is successful. I just had this interesting plot bunny about how some people have 'children' like figures thrusted upon them and are forced to take some sort of parental role and I wanted to explore that with Jack Frost and go further into how a teenage boy can appreciate kids like he does. What does he see in them? Why does he like them so much? Is it because of his sister and is it one of the reasons Man in Moon chose him?

Again, if you have any reasonable questions and inquiries about my work or the story please ask! Reviews etc are welcome! Forgive any rushed or poorly written parts, I had to keep coming back to this so my performance varies throughout.

Thanks again, even just seeing that people actually read my crap really excites me and warms my heart.
Fortiques out.

Elsa scowled, or rather, pouted at her shiny black boots in the fiery fallen leaves of mid-Autumn. Since her parents had started shouting more often, she would be taken to the central park in their hometown, Burgess. Though a parent would be there to watch over her, they were too wrapped up in their own stupid problems to even look over at her. She hated this, all this rejection and ignoring. But what bothered her most was the fact her parents expected her to have a good time by herself. The five year old just couldn't make friends; something always went wrong, have it be she hurts another child or they deny her play altogether. Instead, she would wander off to the furthest end of the park where the trees were thickest, away from the playground where all the other kids were.

Little Elsa sighed and brushed down her cobalt blue coat with black linings, her little hands hidden in a big, black furry mitten and walked on, her long black scarf tailing behind her like a curious little shadow. She was so immersed in her thoughts and intent staring at the burning leaves beneath her, that she walked straight in to a pair of long, scrawny legs. Elsa squeaked as she almost fell back on herself, and looked up to the towering figure above her.

The figure laughed and Elsa could see a boy of about fifteen smiling down at her with such warmth, Elsa was reminded of her evening hot chocolates beside the fire.

"Hello there, Princess," he said cheerily, his voice already deep but soft.

Elsa shied away at his forwardness but that only made the boy laugh. Folding his lanky legs beneath him, the boy ducked down to Elsa's level and forced her to make eye-contact. He was dressed in tight brown trousers, some string of sorts clasped and wound around his calves, and a small, grubby cloak draped over his shoulders and Elsa saw a white shirt and brown vest underneath as the cloak swayed before settling down and hiding everything from view like a pair of brown wings.

"You look lonely. Can you not find any fun in the playground?"

Elsa didn't speak; she never did outside of the castle, and only stared. Her large, azure eyes carefully observed the boy's own chocolate brown pair and matching hair and Elsa was reminded of that hot drink once again. He was smiling kindly with a hint of mischievousness and Elsa had to resist the urge to smile back, though she didn't know quite why she did.

Suddenly, Elsa found her voice, "You've got bare feet!" she exclaimed in a squeak, looking down at the boy's naked feet as he perched on the balls.

Following her gaze, the boy looked down and his grin grew wider, "So I have!"

"Aren't you cold?" Elsa inquired like the princess she was trained to be. Now the boy looked like he was resisting the urge to laugh.

"The cold never bothers me," he shrugged, "and my family is too poor to afford things like shoes when I won't complain and there's food to be brought to the table."

Elsa stared down at her own feet, clad in tiny shining boots. They were made of black leather, the finest in the land. Suddenly, Elsa felt rather awkward and even ashamed.

"The cold never bothers me anyway either," Elsa mumbled.

"Really?" the boy's dark brows rose slightly, "Then why are you dressed so?" He gestured to her coat, mitten and scarf.

At this, Elsa stood up tall and poked her little nose up, "Because it's proper for a Princess to be dressed so,"

"But that's not what you want, is it Princess?"

That question threw the child off guard completely. Suddenly, the boy's pale, slender hand was stretched out before her.

"Jack Overland. At your service,"

Elsa gazed at his hand like it was going to bite and rejected it. Fear was etched upon her face, "Elsa," was all she said and she looked away.

Jack's hand dropped, but he didn't look offended. In fact, he smiled like he understood, "You really do seem lonely, Elsa. Do you wanna have some fun instead?"

Little Elsa looked up at him, her rosy lips parted slightly, "But I don't know how,"

"That's okay! I can show you!" Jack looked around eagerly and is eyes settled on an enormous pile of fallen leaves surrounding a tree, and he gestured her to follow. Jack only had to stride gracefully on his slender limbs while Elsa trotted behind him. Her little French braid flicked this way and that.

"Your hair is almost white, Elsa. Like you were kissed by winter itself," Jack noted.

If Elsa was old enough to snort ironically, she would have. But she only blushed and stared ahead. They stopped so close before the pile of leaves that Elsa could smell nature reeking from it.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Now we play," Jack's mischievous smile had returned and before Elsa could say anymore, he began to climb the tree with expertise. He had perched himself on the lowest branch, folding his legs beneath him once more. Complete with his brown cloak, he really did look like a little robin in the tree.

Elsa could barely contain her astonishment, "What are you doing?!" she squeaked, "Get down! You're going to hurt yourself!"

Jack laughed again. How could kids be so cute? "No I won't, Elsa. I've done this a million times,"

Elsa was pensive for a moment. A million was a really big number. Surely Jack must know his stuff by then? She regained her thoughts and spoke again, "Promise, Jack? Promise you won't get hurt?"

"I promise, snowflake," Jack's voice was gentle and he reached his hand down to her, "and I can promise that you won't get hurt either."

Surprisingly, Elsa didn't flinch away from his hand and was intrigued by her sudden nickname. A part of her was scared and wanted to run away, but a greater part of her wanted to stay, to have fun and to be with this Jack she barely knew. Slowly, her small gloved hand slipped out from her fluffy mitten and grasped Jack's broad hand. As Jack lifted her up to his branch Elsa felt like she was flying. Elsa now stood before Jack and she would have been wobbling dangerously if he hadn't been holding on to her hand.

"And if it's any comfort to you," Jack continued, straightening out Elsa's royal coat, "I never break promises."

Elsa flushed. She was in a tree! Never in her life had she done anything as exhilarating as this! True, she was just a five year old, but nothing ever came close, even if she was royalty. Then she looked down and felt her breath catch.

"Jack," her voice was merely a whisper, "I'm scared,"

Jack's finger found its way around Elsa's dainty little chin and brought her up to face him. His touch was warm and as he locked their beautifully contrasting eyes together, she felt secure again, despite how insecure she was about human contact.

"I know, Elsa. But don't let fear stop you, and you'll be fine." Then Jack looked down, upon the bed of leaves, "Here, climb in to my arms, Elsa, and we shall fall gently on the leaves,"

"How on earth is that supposed to fun?" Elsa was frantic. But Jack only chuckled.

"Well, you never know until you've tried it," and he opened his arms, "and I made a promise that we won't get hurt,"

Elsa pursed her lips and cautiously climbed on to Jack's lap. She really did feel safe once his arms were cradling her, and she listened to the steady beat of his heart through his chest. Elsa's breath caught as she felt Jack lean forward and dropped from the branch. She felt her stomach get left behind and their hearts thumped furiously in unison with Jack's. Jack's hair was ruffled by the wind and he whooped joyously. With a hushed plop, Jack landed deep in the pile of leaves and the two were buried underneath. Jack released his grip on Elsa slightly to see how she was. Her sparkling eyes were wide on him and her little mouth parted again. Suddenly she was giggling and she buried her face into Jack's cloak.

Jack hugged Elsa back, pleased that he had been able to get her to open up to him, "Now, wasn't that fun, Princess?"

Elsa nodded vigorously, "Mm-hm! Let's go again!"

For what seemed like hours, the boy and the little girl played in the leaves and climbed the trees. Elsa never felt so brave nor did she remember having any fun like this before. She felt so proud when she made it to the top branches, Jack just below should anything go wrong.

"So you have any siblings?" Jack asked, swinging nonchalantly from a branch. They were perched quite high up, and were happily talking about each other.

"Ana," said Elsa, nodding, "She's one year old and stays with mama and papa. Though they fight a lot and make her cry," Elsa scrunched up her nose in distaste. Jack gave her a concerned look.

"Your parents… they fight a lot?" Elsa nodded and Jack sighed. He decided to return the subject back to sisters, "I have a sister. Five years old, like you."

Elsa perked up at this, "Really? What's her name?"

"Pippa,"

"What's she like?"

"Sweet and fun, caring… We fight sometimes but we love each other so much too."

"Where is she now?"

Jack rubbed his jaw, "Baking with mother. I bet there will be lots of cookies when I get home," Jack licked his lips and Elsa giggled. However, her smile faded when she thought of her own home and the conflict going on.

Elsa really liked Jack. She didn't want to leave him and the thought of their departure sounded just awful. Elsa looked up desperately at him.

"Promise you'll be here tomorrow?" there she went again with forcing Jack to make a promise. She wanted to see him again, she trusted him. She felt like she could trust him with her secret…

Jack though for a second then smiled, "Sure thing. But may I ask why Princess? Do you really want to be with a commoner like me?"

With her parents arguing all the time, Elsa sometimes felt like a commoner anyway; nothing ever worked out.

"Because," she fought to let the words out of her mouth, "can you keep a secret, Jack Overland?"

Jack stared but he was gentle, "Like I keep my promises, Princess,"

Elsa took a deep breath as she slowly peeled the glove of her tiny hand, "I feel like you are the only one I can trust to tell you… That I can do this…" and as Elsa held out her little hand, snowflakes appeared out of nowhere and danced around her white palm. Jack gaze was one of utter disbelief and awe. He couldn't take his eyes of the icy magic forming before him. Elsa was afraid that, for a second, he was going to back away fearfully, but instead he tore his eyes away to look her in the face and smiled the most genuine and wonderstruck smile Elsa had ever seen in her life.

"I knew you were special, Snowflake. The moment I saw you, I knew,"

"Oh, Jack…" Elsa could barely hold back the tears of joy. Never had she been able to open up to anyone like this. Only her parents knew of her powers and for someone like Jack to know of them felt unbelievably liberating. All her parents ever did was ignore them and tell her to hide them away, "Jack, thank you!" Elsa leaped forward off her branch into Jack who caught her but lost his grip and balance on his perch at the same time.

Jack let out an exclamation of surprise and clung protectively on to Elsa. They were falling, and from a much higher point than Jack felt safe at. He grunted as his shoulders and feet clipped branches, but he never once let Elsa slip.

"Jack!" Elsa cried as the ground shot towards them and held out her hand as if to stop the fall.

Jack gritted his teeth preparing for the painful landing that not even the bed of leaves could prevent. But instead, he landed in a thicker, softer bed of… snow. Jack was half buried and as he sat up, Elsa on his lap, Jack looked around him. Then it slowly dawned on him.

"Elsa!" his eyes shone eagerly, "You're amazing!"

Elsa blushed and pulled herself out of the snow drift. Jack followed and they brushed the snow off. Elsa looked nervously across the park to where the other kids were playing, but thankfully they were too far away for anyone to notice the phenomenon.

Jack bent down again to Elsa's eye-level and held her shoulders gently, "I shall see you tomorrow, Elsa." Jack looked to the sky which was beginning to look drained of colour, "And I can introduce you to Pippa if you want?"

Elsa brows pulled together slightly, "Are you going to tell my secret to her?"

Jack looked mock-offended, "But Elsa! I made oath not to tell you secret!" and he brushed her hair playfully, making her giggle. It sounded like magic in his ears, "I won't tell her, Elsa. If you want Pippa to know, that's your choice. But I think you should show her yourself if you do."

Elsa beamed up at him, her brows still stitched together with emotion, "Okay, Jack," she thrust herself forward and clasped her arms around Jack's legs in a hug, "I'll see you and Pippa tomorrow,"

Jack stroked her platinum braid affectionately, "Promise, Snowflake?"

"I Promise." Elsa grinned and without further ado, she turned and trotted off towards her awaiting parent.

Jack felt a little dazed and wondered if the last ten minutes even happened, or the whole day for that matter. Jack looked behind him and there was the snow pile, as new a freshly fallen snow and the prominent indentation of Jack's body in the middle. Jack wondered if he woke up tomorrow and found out that it had all been a dream and that he had knocked his head from fooling around in a tree again. Then he noticed the furry, black mitten on the floor. He knew that Elsa had forgotten it and as he picked it up, he decided that he shall take it home, and if it was still there in the morning, then he would know that it wasn't a dream and he could return it to the Princess then.

As Jack made his journey home, he caressed the mitten and could smell Elsa's perfume wafting from it.

You promised you'll be here tomorrow, Snowflake… I can't wait…