A/N: Hey, guys! So this is my first fanfic on this site, I hope you like it. The POV is going to switch between Jack and Elsa, but it will be obvious. Sorry this chapter is a little short, they will be longer in the future! I'll try to update once a week depending on the story's reception so make sure to comment and all that good stuff! I obviously don't own Dreamworks or Disney, if I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics! At least not all the timeā¦. :)
JACK
Jack Frost doesn't usually sleep. So it goes without saying that he doesn't usually dream. On one particular night close to Christmas though, Jack slept and so he dreamed. He dreamed of a girl, and the girl's name was Elsa. She wasn't just a girl; she was a force of nature.
She was beautiful and powerful and terrifying. She had the power of ice at her fingertips. So did Jack, it she was different somehow. Jack's skills weren't refined. He was everywhere, she was right there, in your face. She had grace and kindness but she also had anger and strength. She was a queen, and a good one. She had the love of her people and the good judgment to rule a kingdom. She was ice, she was wind, she was snow.
Beautiful. Powerful. Terrifying.
Jack woke up slowly, blinking his eyes to get out the sleep. It took a second for him to remember where he was. This was one of the things he hated about sleep; you always forget where you are. Oh right, he was at the North Pole. It was about two weeks before Christmas and North was desperate for help. Jack had worked for days with the Yetis on loading wrapped packages into bags and hauling them into the sleigh. He had been so exhausted that he slept longer than he meant to.
Elsa. Arendelle. It was just a dream. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to store away all the little details. All of it had seemed so real. His thoughts were interrupted by his grumbling stomach. He smelled food.
Jack stumbled out of the make shift bed he had created with consisted of two blankets and something soft he had found in the broom cupboard he was sleeping in. He opened the door and looked around, the yetis and elves were bustling up and down the corridors. Jack couldn't tell what time it was though; it was dark all day this time of year in the North Pole. He had no idea how long he had slept.
He made his way to North's kitchen. Like everything else in this massive palace, the kitchen was enormous. He saw that something was baking in the oven, probably a massive amount of cookies. Jack entered the pantry and looked around for a minute, not seeing anything that hadn't been ravaged by the yetis.
It looked like North had left his coat on the back of the door. He was probably going to be back in a few minutes, which meant he could make food for Jack. Jack had always been horrible at cooking and baking, which really didn't used to be an issue. Just like sleep, he didn't have to eat very often. It was only after he started spending more time at the North Pole had he gotten a hunger for food. He looked at North's coat again. There was a shimmer on his pocket. Jack looked closer. It was North's snow globe. Elsa. Arendelle.
Jack reached out to it, but his hand stopped. No, he was crazy, he thought. He lowered his hand. He turned around and flew to the top shelf, telling himself just to look for food and leave. He looked back that the snow globe again.
He flew down and took the snow globe in his hand this time. "I must be crazy." He whispered to himself. His dream had just been so real. He brought the snow globe up next to his lips. "Arendelle." He whispered, as if it were a secret.
The snow swirled inside the globe. It stopped. There, right in front of him, was the image of Arendelle's castle. Elsa's castle. He wasn't crazy.
What did he do now? Everything inside him told him no, that he shouldn't even think about going there. But then he remembered his dream. He remembered Elsa. Now that he now that Arendelle was real, now that he knew she was real, how could he not go? But it was so insane. It was so crazy.
He threw the snow globe into the pantry. A portal exploded right in front of him. He stood there, still scared, but more so curious. He couldn't stop now. He put a hand tentatively on the portal. As Jack walked into the portal, he heard large footsteps. But it was too late; he was already gone. "Jack!" He heard North yell as he tumbled down into Arendelle.
