Story 4-Flying

Prompt: Jack Frost takes Elsa flying for the first time, scaring Elsa.

(A/N) I forgot to upload this one here. Hope you like it. Also, for anyone wondering about what's happening with my other Jelsa stories, rest assured I am currently working on them and will update as soon as I can xx

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen.


The fortress of trees rustled and swayed gently in the mid-autumn breeze, dozens of crisp amber leaves dancing through the air. Sunlight streamed down through the gaps in the leaves still clinging to their branches, basking the grounds below in a fair, golden light.

Amidst the ruins of an old, forgotten castle, mainly made up of a few pillars, arches and broken walls, lay Elsa lying on her stomach on a dark purple blanket. Besides her, strewed about, where various books and varieties of chocolates that every so often she would nibble on as she delved into her latest edition to her book collection.

It was a book on ancient Greek legends that her father had brought home from his travels to one of the neighbouring kingdoms. Elsa found herself fascinated by the tales.

Every time she had went to indulge herself in its adventures, however, her beloved younger sister Anna, would intrupt her.

So, against her better judgement, knowing her parents would not be happy should they find out, Elsa snuck out of the palace grounds.

She took refuge in the lost ruins that lay not to far away from home. The rubble remains of the castle had always intrigued her ever since the first day, a little over a year ago, when her father had taken her through them while on a hunting expedition.

It had been Elsa's first and last hunting trip.

Killing animals was not a sight she wanted to see. As far as she was concerned they were innocent animals and did not deserve to die for simple sport.

A falling leaf fell upon the pages of her book. Elsa brushed it off, flipping the page and taking another bite of her chocolate.

"The legend of Icarus," Elsa read aloud.

Elsa hungrily devoured the story, learning about the tale of an incredible craftsman, Daedalus, and his son Icarus, who had been imprisoned inside a tower buried within the unbeatable depths of a mighty labyrinth that Daedalus himself had created.

Although trapped, Daedalus did not stand by idle and accept his fate. He constructed an ingenious plan to escape with his son.

Overtime, he collected the fallen feathers of birds and crafted two sets of magnificent wings so that he and Icarus could escape by air, flying above the labyrinth and finally tasting the sweet taste of freedom once again.

Elsa pondered the idea of flying. How amazing would that be? To soar high into the blue sky and break through the clouds, to actually be able to feel them! Would they be as soft and cushiony as she imagined?

Excitement bubbling with her at the prospect of such utter freedom, she jumped to her feet, her book clutched in her hand. She began running around, her arms spread out wide like wings and a giddy laughter bursting free of her.

Spying a small, climbable pillar stump, Elsa charged towards it, twirling around a few times before reaching it. She scaled it clumsily, lifting her skirt up to allow herself more ease when climbing. Once she reached the top, she looked down and smiled a toothy grin. Her arms boldly spread out like the wings of a bird.

"Oh I wish I could fly," Elsa sighed ardently.

Her eyes gazing up in longing wonder at the endless stretch of blue sky, the odd cloud floating through the air.

A gentle wind teased her, blowing her hair loose from its braid and causing it to fall down in a golden cascade of waves and locks.

Unbeknownst to Elsa, someone heard her wish. Someone perched atop the old castle arch, unseen, unheard and unnoticed, who had quietly been observing her. The persons name was Jack Frost, the spirit of winter. He was a young man dressed in a brown cape, white shirt and brown trousers, no shoes on his feet and a long curving staff held idly in his hand.

Jack had been lazing about the old castle grounds when Elsa had appeared. He had thought it had been a chance to have some fun, but the girl seemed more content in reading her book.

He had tried making it snow to catch her attention, frosting the trees and the ruins in an impressive display of intricate ice blossoms. Oddly enough, the little girl only cast a scowl at the flourishing flaunts of his abilities, muttering something about getting better control before returning to her reading.

After an hour he gave up, melting the ice and instead opting on carrying on with his lounging on the arch. At least, until she started running around pretending she could fly.

Elsa smiled, putting down her arms and opening her book once more to finish the tale. She wanted to know if they escaped and what it felt like for them to sail through the skies above the intricate labyrinth walls.

Flipping through the pages, she found the story and hurriedly skimmed through it, finding where she had left off.

"Flying. Taste of freedom. Ah! Here I am."

Tragically, only one, would ever taste freedom again it.

The wings were held together with wax. Daedalus warned his son not to go to high, for is he did the sun's warm rays would melt the wax and the wings would not hold together.

The rush of excitement and pure, untameable sense of freedom at having the ability to fly, however, overwhelmed Icarus. He did not heed his father's words and took to the air faster than a caged bird longing for the feel of the wind beneath its wings.

He flew too high… and the wax melted.

Elsa frowned, shutting the book over.

"He fell?" Elsa gasped, dropping the book.

Her eyes immediately sought out the book, watching as it plummeted to the Earth not far below and whacked off the ground, the spin of the book snapping in two.

Elsa's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her.

Her upset at the book breaking though, was overshadowed by the thought that if she fell she from her small pillar she may end up just like the book.

The idea of flying, all of a sudden, seemed far less appealing.

"I don't wanna-"

There was a feeling of arms, one around the back of her head and the other at her knees, before she was suddenly lifted up into the air.

Elsa let out a scream. "Put me down, you ruffi-"

Her words died when she saw no one. She was just simply hovering in thin air, but it felt like someone was holding her up in their arms.

"You wanna fly? Well, today's your lucky day little girl, cause Jack Frost is feeling in an indulgent mood today," a males voice laughed, a clear grin evident in the way he spoke.

Elsa let out a startled yelp.

Who had said that? There was no one here! What was going on? She had to be dreaming! There was no way this was-

Suddenly she took off into the air, flying fast upwards, the wind rushing against her face.

Elsa screamed her lungs out, her eyes feverishly watching as her safe haven below, along with her books and chocolate, grew further and further away, disappearing into a tiny dot as she broke through the clouds. She shut her eyes tightly, continuing to scream in fear. Seeing the land so far below, everything that usually seemed so big appearing so small, was just too dizzying.

"Oh come on, don't be scared," the voice laughed.

She felt the arms tighten around her and the next thing she knew she, whatever was carrying her, was spinning through the air, twirling in wild circles.

Tears stung at her eyes and little Elsa began to cry. She felt her head bump against something, her capturers chest presumably. With a vicious sob, and not wanting to see the spinning sky, she buried her head into the chest.

"Oh please don't cry!" Jack gasped, finally taking in just how scared the girl was. "You did ask for this. I was only trying to give you a bit of fun. You were reading that boring old book for so long I-"

"Fun!" Elsa cried, wiping away the tears with her sleeves. "This isn't fun!

Jack bit his lip, slowly down his flying speed.

Elsa then processed his other words. The book…. the story! Icarus! He… he fell!

Her eyes widened in fear as she took in the staggering distance between her and the ground. She shook her head, her breath leaving her as she started to hyperventilate.

"No… no…. no I-I don't wanna fall! I don't wanna fall!"

Jack winced at the high pitched screech. He looked at her worriedly, stopping flying forward and instead hovering mid air. He tried calming her down with soft words of encouragement, but Elsa was having none of it.

"You're not going to fall. I wont let you," Jack promised, gently bobbing his head off of hers to get her attention. "Please believe in me when I say that."

Elsa opened her eyes, blinking through tear and trying to swallow them back when she felt something hit her head softly, something soft and fluffy tickling her nose.

Pulling back slightly, then wiping her eyes with her heads, she saw a windswept, fluffy mane of white hair. The owner of the hair pulled back too, and Elsa found herself looking into a pair of wintry blue eyes, as vibrant and glistening as waters frozen over on the coldest days of December.

"Who-who are you?" Elsa whispered.

Jack blinked in surprise, a smile forming on his lips. "Jack. Jack Frost."

Elsa frowned. Where had she heard that name from?

An imagine of herself tucked in bed, her mother lying beside her and Anna snoring at the foot of bed, flashed through her mind.

She had heard that name before.

Her mother had often told her stories of the mischievous spirit. Her mother loved the tales, her adoration from them coming from conviction that it was Jack Frost that had brought her and her husband, Elsa's father, together.

Years before Elsa was born, her grandfather had been visiting with his wife and Elsa's father Adgar, to the kingdom of Arendelle. Elsa's mother Idna had been sneaking off out of the palace grounds, tired of having to deal with lessons after lessons.

She had been stalking along one of the outer walls, having escaped through her bedroom window. While trying to find an easy way to get down, ice suddenly formed at her feet and she slipped. Or at least, that's what she claimed.

Her fathers version of the story was Idna had fell on purpose. Knowing full well that the near by dashingly handsome young prince would save her.

Whatever the case, Adagr indeed had saw what was happening and swiftly moved in for the rescue, catching Elsa's mother in his arms along with her smitten heart.

When Elsa was born, and later Anna, one of Idna's favourite stories to tell was that one, along with any other versions of the winter spirit that she could find. Elsa always held a special place for those stories deep within her heart. It was comforting to think that there was someone else out there with powers like her own.

She also liked the mischief and mayhem that the spirit was infamous for getting himself into, and often Elsa would try and take inspiration from the spirits long list of trouble making schemes and tricks. Sometimes even trying to out do him if she could.

She supposed she had him to blame for her trouble making side. Her mother said she got it from her, but Elsa couldn't help but think that the stories left behind by this entity of winter had helped tailor that mischievous glint within her.

"Jack Frost," Elsa repeated, biting her lower lip. Although She was still terrified, right now she wanted to concentrate on anything bar the bewildering thought that she was hundreds, possibly thousands of feet, in the air. "My mother tells me all your stories."

"Really? I have stories?" Jack asked, his eyes sparking curiously.

Elsa smiled, a small sniff coming from her nose. "Uh huh. You've got lots of them."

"I'm sorry for making you cry," Jack apologized. "Do you want me to take you down?"

Elsa nodded, closing her eyes.

Jack smiled softly and complied, taking Elsa back down to the ground where he found her and placing her down gently.

It took a while for Elsa to find her feet. She ended up having to grab onto Jack's hand to try and keep her balance.

"Thank you," Elsa replied.

Jack knelt down to her height, his staff held in one hand. "No prob-"

Elsa grabbed her broken book from the ground and threw it at him. It hit the spirit square in the face, knocking him backwards.

"That's for your silly antic! How dare you!" Elsa shouted, her hands balling into fists.

Now that she was safely back with her feet planted on the ground where they belonged, she could think clearly. Right now all she felt was pure anger at the winter being for putting her through such distress.

"If you thought you were getting away with it just because you said sorry then I am sorry, Sir, but you were gravely mistaken!"

Grasping his battered nose, Jack sat up, gasping in utter shock. He watched the girl as she stormed towards her picnic area, gathered her things, placed them into her basket then turned to face him. She curtseyed, her head held high.

"Good day, Mr Frost. If you're in the business of fulfilling peoples wishes then here's one I will ask of you. I wish that I will never have to come across you again. I don't take kindly to antics such as the one you just pulled."

With that said, Elsa bowed her head, turned around and strutted back towards her castle.

Jack sat there for a moment, completely flabbergasted.

One thing was for sure though, the feeling was mutual.

Unfortunately for Jack and Elsa though, destiny had other plans. For these two would meet again, under a starlit sky, several years from now. An even more troublesome spirit than Jack would be there, waiting with his bow and his arrows poised.


(A/N) So what do you think? To be honest I wasn't sure of this one at first but I kinda grew more fond of it after re-reading it. Thank you for reading it and I hope you enjoyed it.