Part IV

Elsa couldn't understand why some would like a place like the jungle. Sure, there were a lot of different things, but it wasn't anything like Arendelle of England, weather was awful and bugs were monstrosities the size of her palm, although nights were her favourite, the stars seemed brighter and the sounds of the night along with the soft whisper of the waves, were the perfect lullabies to push Elsa's nightmares away. Kristoff was a great travel partner, she liked the blond man for her sister more every day, he was caring and fun, always trying to take her out of herself; he used to join her on the long walks through the jungle, but she liked it better when her own thoughts tagged along with a copy of the map.

"I'm going for a walk", the Queen announced, tugging the map into a bag with a couple of pieces of fruit and a water flask.

"I wouldn't recommend it, Your Highness, there's a storm coming" as to prove his words, a lightning crossed the sky.

"There's no need to worry, good, sir" she said "I'll be fine" Elsa left after politely refusing Kristoff's company. A gentle, fresh breeze brushed her cheeks, she loved storms. The Queen knew one of those took her parents' like several years ago somewhere in the sea, but there was something alluring in them that couldn't be tamed and seemed a lot like her own magic: beautiful and powerful, delicate yet strong.

The thunder woke her up, the strong roar pierced the silence of the night and a bolt lighted up the sky. A 13-year old Elsa smiled when she heard a soft knock, the door opened and a figure appeared under the threshold.

"Elsa?" called the voice.

"Are you afraid?" she teased.

"Shut up" the voice replied.

"Now, now, that's not a way to address the Princes of Arendelle" she mocked sitting up, the figure was about to reply but a loud thunder silences her, only allowing a small gasp to be heard "come with me, Jane" the girl ran and joined the blond princess under the covers curling next to her "I know you don't like storms, but we have to find a way for you to cope with them. Say, what would you do when a storm catches you in the middle of the jungle?"

"I don't know" she flinched after a particularly loud thunder "but it gets better with you by my side. Maybe you should join me" the girl teased.

"Maybe I should" the princess cuddled Jane's taller frame and hummed a soft lullaby Gerda and her mother used to sing to her whenever she felt ill, Elsa ran her fingers through Jane's soft brown locks. Her hums dozed her. Jane's breathing rhythm almost followed the steady tune, Elsa's eyes started to close as the storm subsided.

"You'll be a great queen one day, Your Higness" Jane's whisper seemed nothing but a distant dream "hopefully one day you'll take me under your command" a featherlike caress brushed her lips as the other girl's lips met softly and briefly her own. It felt warm like a summer night and magical like the energy through her fingers after using her powers. The blond closed her eyes thinking it was nothing but the sweetest dream.

The morning after Elsa didn't ask and Jane didn't tell. Somehow, as the sun met them cuddling in the princess' bed, the blond girl felt they've reached a point of no return.

"This is unbelievable!" Elsa thought to herself, she felt the silliest running after the small baboon who just stole her map. If only Anna could see her right now. She would definitely tell the redhead about this and write it on the journal, nobody would believe Elsa, the Queen of Arendelle, the picture of sophisticated grace could run in trousers after the tiniest monkey she's ever seen…although this was the first monkey she's ever encountered. She was about to catch the little rascal when a root made her trip and fall into a steep ditch "Honestly, this can't get any worse" she sighed in the bottom, as soon as she spoke he words, a thunder crossed the sky and raindrops fell drenching her clothes.

The baboon seemed to mock her playing with the map and dodged Elsa's snowball by mere inches, the creature climbed a nearby tree and disappeared. The blond looked around and couldn't recognize the way back to the campsite, a thunder roared and she decided to find a shelter for the storm, it wasn't long before she found a cave, sighing a blessing to the gods, she entered.

For the first time in a long time, she hated her powers, why not fire magic instead of snow? That could've warmed up, she sat in the dark cave opening hugging her knees, a lightning crossed the sky and a loud roar emerged shortly after, then she heard it. It was a soft helpless whimper, the Queen stood up carefully and approached the noise, a soft light and fire crackle startled her. A womanly figure hunched in front of a small fire, her skin was slightly tanned and brown lock cascaded her back, as the sky roared once more, the figure let out a small cry. The memories flashed Elsa's mind and, before she could even analyse it, the words rolled out of her lips: "Jane". The figure turned meeting equally blue orbs.