So, I've decided to make Sunlight a Jelsa one-shot collection (I love one-shot collections for some reason). Enjoy and leave a review if you liked it.

Also, a big thank you to kuro-d on tumblr for the awesome cover! :3


Jack liked making up stories.

Once, he convinced the village children that the clouds were candy. Another time, he tricked his sister, Emma into giving her his slice of pie by making her think she would be cursed into a duck if she ate it.

But no stories compared to the girl lying on the grass in front of him.

His best clothes looked like rags compared to her fine dress and gloves, and she was prettier than any girl he'd ever seen before, with lily-white skin and pale blond hair.

She couldn't be human, much less real. Beautiful, wealthy-looking girls who looked more suited for a ball than a farm didn't just materialize in front of you. Perhaps she was a fairy of some kind, like from Mama's tales, or even an evil witch disguised so she could trap him and bring him back for her supper.

Then, the girl groaned and rolled over, her head landing on Jack's lap. The heat rushed to his face and he almost jumped back, but he didn't want to wake her.

Her head was about as heavy as Emma's and she felt just as real. He touched her forehead and was soothed by the warmth of her skin. She was so pale he had thought she would be colder.

She seemed to be around his age, though in her sleep, she looked far younger. Papa was already skeptical enough every time Jack opened his mouth, and Emma didn't trust him after the time he tricked her into bringing a bag of frogs home. Mama might listen but he doubted she would believe him, thinking he was just making things up like he always did.

Then again, the girl wasn't exactly his business. He could always gently lay her on the grass and walk away...

"Hmm." She snuggled closer to him, her head pressing against his stomach. He flushed deeper.

He knew, as sure as the sun rose in the morning, that he couldn't possibly leave this girl alone.

~.~

"Settle down, Spot."

Elsa rubbed her eyes. Spot? She immediately sat up; no one else should be here but her.

"Glad to see you're up."

Elsa backed away, squinting to make out the other person. As she did so, she realized she was not on her bed and this place was most certainly not her room. She raised her hands in defense, prepared to take off her gloves if necessary.

"Whoa there. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

Something about those words made Elsa relax. The person's voice was also soothing to her ears, a little raspy yet friendly.

The person stepped out of the shadows and Elsa saw that it was a boy, her own age even. He had brown hair and matching eyes, and his lips were curved in an infectious half-grin.

Then she remembered that he was a stranger and she was in a strange place with him. She tensed. "Who are you?"

He laughed. "Wow, you sure do know how to boss people around, huh?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I just saved you. Doesn't that warrant some sort of thanks?"

"You, what?"

"I found you outside on the grass just lying there, and I brought you here."

She hesitated. "Where is 'here'?"

"My family's barn. It's not as impressive as the one down the road, but we have a few cows. Like Spot and Lovelace."

Elsa giggled. "Lovelace?"

"Hey, that's a good name," he said sternly, but he was smiling. "I'm Jackson by the way, Jackson Overland." He extended a hand.

"Elsa-" She was about to shake his hand, but she recoiled.

"What is it? Oh, I see. A lady like you can't touch someone like me." He looked more crestfallen than angry.

Elsa wanted to tell him the truth, but he would run away if he knew, and for some reason, she wanted him to stay. Suddenly, she found herself standing up and before she could stop herself, she hugged him, careful not to touch him with her hands.

He squeaked.

"Thank you for saving me," she said firmly, sitting down again. "No one's ever done that for me before." She used a phrase she heard her father say once. "I am in your debt."

She pulled away, her face warm. He was a bit red too, and he seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

"It was nothing," he mumbled. One of the cows, Spot maybe, mooed as if it was teasing me. "Shh!" he hissed. He turned back to Elsa. "What does you being in my debt mean anyway?"

"Um-" She put a hand to her chin, "I think it means I owe you a favor."

His eyes sparkled. "Any favor?"

"I suppose." He moved and Elsa shielded her hands. "D-don't touch my hands, if you can."

His surprise was quickly replaced with another one of his compelling smiles. "As you wish, Lady Elsa."

"Just Elsa will do, Jackson."

"It's Jack. Everyone calls me Jack."

In her mind, something stirred in Elsa's memory, but she couldn't quite grasp what. "Alright, Jack. What were you going to do?"

His grin stretched wider. "Just make sure you keep up, Elsa."

~.~

Outside the barn, the air was somewhat chillier and the leaves on the trees were the color of fire. Jack picked up a lamp on their way out.

"For later," he told her. Then, she and Jack sneaked past a small cottage into the woods, where they raced each other to a certain oak tree. Jack had won, but only because he knew the path better than Elsa did.

After that, Elsa helped him pile the leaves on the floor into one big heap. Her hands were muddy and there was dirt in her fingernails by the time they were done, but as Jack said, there was nothing more fun in autumn than jumping in a pile of leaves.

She loved the way the leaves flew about as she twisted and turned around in the heap. The leaves made it seem as if the world was covered in reds and golds and browns.

All of a sudden, Elsa realized that all the leaves were scattered about, and she was just wriggling by herself on the forest floor. She met Jack's eyes, and they burst into laughter, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

Jack showed her rabbit burrows and robins' nests, and holes in trees where he claimed squirrels lived. He told her about the fairy folk from his mother's stories, and occasionally, he playfully pointed something out with an expression of mock amazement, as if he had really spotted a fairy or an elf.

He picked up acorns that he and Elsa divided and shoved into their pockets. They discovered a patch of late-blooming flowers and Elsa made a wreath out of them.

He had looked somewhat uncomfortable as she placed it on his head. "Are you sure I don't look girly?"

"You look fine. Stop fussing."

But he kept on tugging at it and complaining, until Elsa told him he could take it off.

He looked appalled. "No way."

"Why not? You kept saying it was too girly and silly."

"Just no, Elsa. I'm keeping this on."

She folded her arms. "Forever?"

"Forever," he said stubbornly, sitting down.

She sighed and followed his suit. They were on the bank of a lake. She leaned over to stare into its waters, wondering if there were any fish. All of a sudden, she felt a shove from behind and she screamed.

Jack laughed, gripping her elbow to stop her from falling in. "Gets them every time."

She turned, her face hot with embarrassment. Before Jack could protest, she pounced on him and mercilessly began to tickle him.

"Ah-No, Elsa, stop!" Jack squealed, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. "Elsa, stop it, I think I'm going to wet myself!"

She pulled back. "Serves you right if you did."

He grinned, then his expression softened. "You touched me."

She went white, clenching her fists.

"No, no, I don't mind," he assured her.

"Are you alright?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

He nodded, and cocked his head. He looked thoughtful. "Your hands are cold."

"They're always cold." She touched her glove.

"Is that why you didn't touch me? What happens if you take them off?"

She clasped her hands together. "Bad things." She recalled Anna unconscious, a lock of her hair turning white.

Jack inched closer. "Can you take them off?"

"No, you don't understand, Jack. People get hurt if I don't keep these on, if I don't control, control this. You're going to get hurt."

Silence hung in the air for several moments, before Jack lit the lamp. Elsa hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. The sky was already starting to darken.

To her shock, Jack pulled her into his arms. His breath tickled her ear, "I don't think you would hurt anyone on purpose, ever. And I'm sure you're never going to hurt me."

She pushed him away. "How do you know? We've only met today."

"I know." He pointed to his chest, over his heart. "Here. I can feel it."

Elsa stared at him and she desperately wanted to believe him. She slowly tugged back her glove. She reached out to touch his face, but decided to touch the wreath instead.

There was a sharp crackle as ice coated the flowers. Tiny pieces of frost floated onto Jack's face, but the ice didn't spread beyond that. He took off the wreath and she heard him inhale sharply.

"Beautiful," he said.

"Really?"

"Yup. See, you didn't hurt me at all."

Elsa smiled, and wiped her eyes. "You were right, Jack."

He put the wreath back on. "Can you do more?"

She felt a rush of excitement. "Just sit back and watch."

She pulled off her other glove and made a small pile of snowballs, using the first one to hit an unsuspecting Jack right in the face. He had been silent, until he thought she had made enough.

Then, he grabbed several and had chased her around the lake, both of them screaming and laughing until they collapsed together on the bank.

"Let me show you something," Elsa whispered to him. SHe raised her hands, and a snowflake as big as her head appeared above them.

"Beautiful."

She turned to him and saw that he wasn't looking at the snowflake. Jack quickly looked away, as Elsa silently thanked the lamp for being dim enough to hide her blush.

A loud clank from behind them caused the snowflake to vanish. Jack and Elsa scrambled to their feet. A few steps away, a man was gaping at them.

"Witch," he said, pointing to Elsa, before fleeing.

"Wait," she called out, but Jack held her back.

"He's going to get the others. You have to go."

"How? I don't even know how I came here in the first place!"

"I do." He tilted his head towards the sky and Elsa saw that the black was streaked with white lights. "Last year, I came here and wished that I would meet the person I was going to fall in love with. This year, I'll wish that you can go home."

The clearing seemed to glow and Elsa saw that the light was coming from her. She reached out for him and he took her hands, putting them to his face. Spirals of ice formed on his cheeks.

"You, your face-"

"I don't mind. The cold never bothered me anyway. This will remind me that I met you, that you were real."

Elsa felt her feet float upwards. "Hold on. What if i don't remember you when i get home? What if we never meet?"

"We will. Even if we both forget, one day I'm definitely going to find you and I'll fall in love with you all over again." He stepped closer and pressed his lips against hers.

Elsa stared at him, her mouth open.

"I'm glad I could meet you, Elsa."

Her vision blurred. "Me too. Me too, Jack!" But before the words were out of her mouth, Jack was gone and there was only darkness.

~.~

"Jack!" Elsa cried out, bolting upright.

The winter spirit turned to her from his place by her window. "Yes?"

Elsa blinked at him. "Jack?"

"Yes, Elsie, it's me." He walked over to her, wearing his usual blue sweater, his staff in hand. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No, it was-" She stopped. "I don't seem to remember."

He crouched by her bedside, his chin resting on her sheets. "What is it a good dream?"

"I, I think so. I have the strangest feeling it's important, but I can't seem to remember anything."

"Did it have anything to do with me?"

"Maybe." She shook her head. "I really can't remember."

"That's OK. It'll come back to you later." He ruffled her hair. "Silly girl, falling asleep with the window open."

"I did?"

"It's my fault actually. I was supposed to come back in time for the shooting stars but looks like I was too late."

Shooting stars? Elsa shook her head again. "That's alright. I'm glad you're here with me now."

He smiled. His gaze flitted to the window. "You know, I think I may have made a wish on a night like this."

She laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I think I agree with you."

He gave her a funny look, somewhat amused and confused at the same time. "You're acting weird today, Elsa."

"You say it like you aren't weird every day, Jack." She touched his sleeve. "I'm glad I met you, you know?"

He stood up and sat on her bed. "OK, now you're really acting weird." He touched her forehead. "You don't have a fever, but I'm going to advise against sleeping with the window open from now on."

"Yes, Jack."

He smiled and gave her a hug. "But I'm glad I met you too, my princess. Happy tenth birthday, Elsa, and I love you."

"I love you too-" She squeezed him. "Jack Frost."


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