So it happened again that a chapter got too long for it to be posted as just one chunk. Chop Chop! Part 1 here we go. Sorry for the long wait, gents.

You think you got it? – Dragon'Ear (The spirit of autumn)

Y-yeah. I think so. – Jack

Great! Look, me and Tailwind got'ta go. Autumn leaves won't gather themselves you know? Mind if I borrow wind for awhile? – Dragon'Ear

Whoa hey! You're leaving just like that? What if I've got questions? – Jack

Don't sweat it, Jack. You'll be fine. See you next fall! Ha ha ha! – Dragon'Ear

Hey not cool man! Not cool! – Jack

~Jack learning how to fly the northern wind currents.

He hadn't realized how much he actually missed it, but once he started teaching Elsa how to control her powers, the familiar chill that was once called his magic greeted him as one would greet a lover all too happy to be held.

In those fleeting moments it almost felt like he was Jack Frost again; like he was the one using the magic and not Elsa.

It was hard to explain, but whenever Elsa would use her powers, he could almost feel the familiar pull he associated to whenever he used his magic; like a string to his heart tugged longingly, begging him to return to her once more.

Not that he ever would.

Don't be mistaken, although he was thankful for the new life that he was given, he would be lying if he said that he never yearned for it. He might have given up his life as Jack Frost the Spirit of Winter, but he definitely missed a lot of things about his old life, things such as: the familiar embrace Wind would give whenever she would rush home to him once her job of gathering autumn's leaves was over; flying over the earth and bestowing winter's gift to every corner of it; the power of ice at his very finger tips – oh yes he definitely missed it sometimes.

But as great as it may sound, however, Jack knew in his heart that it could never replace his life as John Gibbs. All he was admitting to was that he felt for it from time to time; to him Elsa's powers felt warm and familiar; he couldn't help reminisce.

He would be a fool, however, if he'd ever think that it was the same.

Jack knew that it may feel familiar but his and her powers were not exactly exact and therein lies the problem.

When he promised Henry that he would help teach Elsa how to use her powers that was before he found out that her powers worked a lot differently from his own, now he wasn't so sure if he could help her at all. There was no mistaking where her powers had come from and in many ways his and her winter abilities were identical. But unlike Jack who controlled the ice with sheer will power, Elsa's magic seemed to be tied to her emotions which would also mean that Jack might as well throw out the window all his years of magical experience because it won't be any help to Elsa. He still planned on doing his part in training with her, of that you could be certain; it was just going to be difficult. It was expected, they were working with zero-to-nil after all.

They were literally building things from the ground up and would no doubt hit some rough patches along the way, but Jack was determined to give Elsa the one thing he never had when he was just starting off as Jack Frost – a friend.

Often times he wondered if things would have worked out differently for him if only he had someone to turn to all those years ago. Jack sure wouldn't have minded if there was at least one person out there to teach him, or at the most, help him learn how to be Jack Frost. It took years for him to get a handle on his powers by himself and even now there were still some things that he was not clear on concerning his abilities.

He knew all too well what it was like to not have someone to help you when you needed it most. That was why he was so set on helping Elsa; he didn't want her to suffer the same fate he did.

If Elsa were doomed to feel around the dark with the challenge of discovering her potential, then Jack would at least make sure that Elsa would not be alone in her efforts. He'd stick by her no matter what; day by day, hour after hour, second after second.

There was no doubt that it was going to be a challenge, but then again, Jack so loved a good challenge.

FIRST DAY

Elsa and Jack were out in the castle courtyard, both hesitant to begin their midnight session. Yesterday they discovered that Elsa had the same ability to control the ice just as Jack did when he once bore the title, Frost; that was why they were out here away from prying eyes, to train said ability. They were just a bit unclear on how to approach the situation.

'Well, let's get this show on the road' Jack thought. "Okay, kiddo, show me what you got." He wanted to know exactly to what extent Elsa's powers resembled his own. He may be not as fluent in the magic arts as, say, Sandman or Pabbie, but he knew enough to know that magic was never the same for any two beings. Elsa's powers may have come from him, but that didn't mean that it would be just like his. That's how it worked; it wasn't magic that shaped the wielder, it's the wielder that shapes the magic.

It was slow going, however, since this particular wielder was being really snippy at the moment.

"How could I show you what I got when I don't even know what I got?" was Elsa's moody reply. It was midnight and she'd rather have been asleep right now; a growing girl such as herself needed her rest, but what was she doing, she didn't even know. All she knew was that she was out in the courtyard half asleep because John thought it okay to play past her bedtime.

She crosses her arms and looks stubbornly to the side.

"Well, do what you did last time minus the fainting and we'll start from there."

"I don't know how I did that either." She said in a low grumble, the irritated sound escaping the corner of her lips.

Jack sighs as Elsa continued to act very stubborn which was unusual for the usually sensible princess. "Well you've got to give me something, El. How'm I supposed to help you learn how to control your powers if you won't even try?" He tried to negotiate.

Uncrossing her arms Elsa lets them flop to her sides and lets out a tired breath. She made sure to keep her head tilted down towards the ground. Looking at John through her long lashes and troubled eyes, she says dejectedly "I can't do it, okay? I… I'm scared, John. I don't know what could happen." She whispered her confession almost impossible to hear.

Looking at her, Jack's eyebrows slowly raise as he finally understands what was really troubling her. If ever Jack Frost were standing here right now instead of John he was pretty sure that the arrogant winter spirit wouldn't have been able to fathom or even care to fathom, for that matter, what could cause her to hesitate like this; "If you've got it then flaunt it" he used to say, but John Gibbs understood all too well.

Elsa was afraid of the unknown. She was afraid just as he was the day he became human. Unsure and confused, Jack knew how that felt and he didn't like the thought that Elsa was going through the same thing he did.

"Hey." He whispered softly, trying to get her attention but it would seem that she found her shoes a lot more interesting at the moment. "Hey, look at me." He tried again and kneels down in front of her. He searches for her eyes from underneath all the blonde hair she used to hide her face with and more soothingly he says "Look at me, Elsa." Her eyes slowly flicker towards him and he offers her a comforting smile. "You don't need to be scared; I'm right here, and no matter what happens" he looks deeply into her beautiful blue eyes and brushes her bangs aside to reveal an expression that should never be found on such a young face – vulnerability. He pauses so to emphasize his words and says gently, determinedly. "I will always be with you."

"Really?" she asked hopefully, a small smile gracing her lips. Jack tried his best not to let his smile crack with the way she looked so fragile at the moment.

"Of course!" he assured her boisterously in an attempt to lift the mood. "From now on, consider me your personal body guard, your majesty."

Elsa could only giggle into her hands, happy to hear such wonderful news, but then she stops abruptly. She looks at him regally with her chin up and looking very serious. Using her best imitation of her father's kingly voice she says "Alright then, henceforth I, Elsa Callahan, first born princess and future queen of Arendelle, here by decree that you, John Gibbs, forever be my guardian."

Guardian – obviously Elsa didn't know that that particular title weighed a lot more to Jack than she could ever imagine, but if it kept that pretty smile on her face just a bit longer then he would gladly pay any price. He was already Människors Utsänd and the king's consort, what's one more title going to hurt? "Jeez, way to put pressure on a guy, Elsa; you really are your father's daughter."

"Naturally, I'll be queen someday after all." She said, puffing her chest out proudly.

He shakes his head amused. 'This town ain't big enough for two Henrys. God help us all.' "Yeee~eah, let's not think about that right now shall we. Right now, why don't we a have a little snowball fight together instead?"

Elsa sighs again, not in frustration this time but instead to let Jack know that she really didn't know how she could do that. She wanted to do what Jack was telling her, she really did; more than anything she wanted to make him proud, but she really did have no idea on how she'd call her magic. "I just told you, John, I don't know how! How are we supposed to have a snowball fight when I can't even make –"

"– Snow? Are you sure? 'Cuz I thought you were doing fine just now." He was grinning and gestured all around him. Elsa's eyes grow wide in astonishment. It did not escape Jack that as soon as Elsa confessed her fears and gradually began to relax as she continued to speak to him that snow started drifting lazily in the air.

"When?– Snow?– How did I?–"

"– I don't know, but like I said: I'll always be right here to help you figure it out."

"Thank you, John."

"Anytime, kiddo."

FIRST WEEK

Henry had a lot on his mind; his kingdom, his people, his family and a hundred other things.

Mr. Digbee seemed to have taken Jack's advice about using the sun and the salt to preserve their limited supply of food. Things were doing well in that aspect, but Henry was still not convinced that it would be enough. That was why he had Jack deliver the ice earlier the week and the supplies promised in return was already in their possession; so he guessed that solved that problem too. Things were looking up.

But why then was Henry so ill at ease?

It was because supplies weren't the only thing sent back from Corona. A message accompanied the caravan they used to deliver the ice, and the letter written by the king of Corona himself did not bode good news

It would seem that their beautiful seven year old daughter, Princess Rapunzel, was just kidnapped recently and Theodore requested that Henry kept a wary eye out for anything suspicious entering and exiting Arendelle in hopes of capturing the perpetrator should they ever enter his kingdom.

Henry scrutinized the letter and he knew that though it was written in a way that would sound formal and professional as is per any king, the anxiety of the father underneath all the pretty words could still be felt.

The most beloved princess of Corona has been taken

It is now that we call upon our alliance to aid us in our plight

We humbly request Arendelle support Corona in any way that it can.

Be vigilant, for I fear that it is not over.

Always your friend and ally, Theodore king of Corona

Henry's Heart went out to Theodore and his wife. Their kingdoms have always been fierce allies, but more than that, the two kings have always been good friends. To have their daughter so suddenly taken away from them, Henry could only imagine what they were going through.

"Something troubles you my love?" The question was stated, not asked.

The monarchs were currently located in the west wing spire in their estate which had the perfect view over the castle's courtyard. It was here in the king's study where Diana found her husband brooding just besides the windowsill where he continued to watch their daughter below training arduously with Jack.

Henry turns to the voice that has come to accompany him and his thoughts. "Diana…"

"Penny for your thoughts?" She smiles as she walks over to be at his side.

Henry hesitates "It is nothing to fuss over, Diana. It's just me being silly."

"Let me be the judge of that." She gently cups his cheek in one hand and Henry leans towards the soothing caress. "Now tell me what's wrong."

He sighs. "Theodore…"

Was all he needed to say and all she needed to know for her to pinpoint the source of all his worrying. "Yes, their daughter. I heard."

Henry nods and closes his eyes while his hand joins the one she held up to his cheek, encouraging the soft touch to linger just a while longer.

"But I sense that that's not all that's burdening your thoughts right now. What is it really, Love? Tell me."

The young king chuckles humorlessly. Why does he even bother trying to hide these things from her when she could so easily tell the tells of his demeanor? She knew him all too well; tis' the curse of having such an amazing queen.

"I fear for our daughter, Diana."

"Our daughters would be fine, dear. I'm sure that whoever the kidnapper is would think twice before they challenge the walls of Callah." She guaranteed him swiftly. Surely their castle was better defended than its twin in Corona. It was okay to worry, but even he had to admit that anyone trying to kidnap their children would be hard pressed to even reach them when they were within the walls of their majestic keep.

But no, she misunderstood what he meant. It was not the kidnapper he was worrying about, or better said, it was not all that he was worrying about.

"How could you be so sure that our daughters are safe? That kidnapper isn't the only danger here, you know." Henry steps back and faces out the window to stare at his first born who was only beginning to learn how to magically make a snowball with her hands. The small sphere takes shape and he could see the delight of his daughter shinning within her eyes until the small orb unexpectedly explodes in her face. He could hear Jack's resounding guffaws even from this distance and see his daughter retaliate by throwing half-conjured snow at the hysterical man. He lets a smile surface for just a moment, allowing himself to enjoy the happy scene that unfolded in the courtyard until he had to continue. "And I said "daughter" not "daughters", Diana."

Diana follows his gaze and her eyes land upon the duo that continued to play together. "Elsa…" she didn't understand. "You're afraid of our daughter?"

"No! No, no. I'm afraid for her not of her." He explained hurriedly. "I just… ever since that day she discovered her powers… I… I started to worry. I can't help but worry about what it could mean for her. I mean, what if she never learns to control her powers? What if people found out about her? What if she becomes a danger to Arendelle? What if –"

"Dear, shut up." She interrupted flatly. "Henry, I know you're smart enough to realize that those things you just said are nothing but assumptions. You're afraid of problems that are not even here yet; things that may or may not even happen. What matters is now; what matters is that Elsa is learning how to control her powers; what matters is that your family is safe."

"I know. I know what you're trying to tell me, but as king I can't help but –"

Diana places both of her hands on his face to make him look at her. "Then don't be king. Just this once, be a father. Be a father and be happy that your child was blessed with such an amazing gift." She advised.

She looks into his eyes and sees uncertainty. It takes him a few seconds to answer and it is in those unassuming seconds that let her know that he does not fully believe the words that come out of his mouth. "I will try."

He pulls away slowly from her grasp and looks out the window once more. It saddened her to see him so worried, but what could she do? She already tried to speak reason to him, but words could only go so far.

Instead she pulls him close and hugs his side. Thankfully he returns her embrace and enfolds her with one arm.

FIRST MONTH

"So now you've pretty much mastered making snow; even made a snowball once. Once." He emphasized the word. The mischievous spirit in him couldn't help but take a dig at her progress just so he could see her scrunch her nose up in annoyance.

Not one to take things lying down, Elsa retorts. "Well you know what they say: There are no bad students; only bad teachers."

"Ouch, hey now, that's not very nice. I think I'm doing pretty well with my first time teaching."

"Of course, Mr. Gibbs; whatever makes you feel better." She curtsied in jest.

"Har har, smarty." Jack rolls his eyes still smiling. "You know, I'm starting to think that all this time around me isn't such a good thing for your youthful, malleable and squishy mind. You're starting to talk like me." He said while running ahead of her in the direction of the courtyard, but not before ruffling her perfectly braided hair making her squeak in protest.

"John!"

"Ooo, messed with your do there did I? What'cha gon'na do about it? Throw a mushy snowball at me?" He taunted while walking backwards, his trademark smirk seemingly forged onto his face.

Matching John grin-for-grin she warned "I'll show you mushy!" and gave chase, her threat promising retribution.

They weaved through the many halls of castle Callah their little chase becoming a full blown race to whom would reach the courtyard first. They've come to know these corridors by heart with each night they endeavored to learn about Elsa's powers; every turn, every obstacle, and every shortcut, they knew.

They didn't need to watch out where they were going; they just ran and ran.

Seeing moonlight ahead, Jack puts on one final burst of speed to push even further ahead of the princess. He was first to reach their destination but he had Elsa hot on his heels. "First!" He shouted triumphantly, throwing his arms up in the air, but with his back turned towards Elsa, he didn't see the speeding five year old come barreling into him and knocking them both down on the grass.

Jack and Elsa rolled across the plot, a mess off tangled limbs until they coast to stop near one of the many trees that dotted the courtyard.

"Ooof!" Jack grunted as Elsa had come to straddle his chest after their little tumble.

Elsa smiles down on her quarry, her petite hands on his chest. "Gotcha!"

They were both panting and took their time catching their breaths. Jack recovered first and was quick to ask her breathily. "Gotcha? We were racing not playing tag."

"Nu-uh, you were racing. I, on the other hand, was trying to catch you!" She corrected all too happily. "And this –" she bounced on his chest again for emphasis (as well as vengeance), drawing out another "Ooof!" from the downed man "– is for messing up my hair!"

Jack chuckles wryly.

In the month they've been training, Jack has come to realize that Elsa's magic was not the only thing he was starting to discover. Though Jack believed that he knew fair bit about the princess, all their time spent together has revealed a whole new depth to her character. He found out things about her, little things: things she liked; things that she hated; pet peeves she'd never confess; and many habits that took a bit of squinting to notice.

For example:

No one ever noticed how she'd never use a coaster when drinking. He found out that it was because she hated how it would always stick to the bottom of the cup then clatter noisily when it would fall down on the table top each time she took a sip.

No one ever noticed how she would always exit through the right side of any carriage because she thought that the left side was simply the wrong side to exit and the right side was the right side to exit. It was a complex paradigm.

The girl was a creature of habit – that much he could say. She liked things a certain way and whenever they didn't meet the imaginary standards that she had set in her mind, she would always get the teeniest bit uncomfortable.

Kind of like her hair. No one ever noticed it but Elsa always liked her hair – no, check that – she loved her hair. She was to no extent a vain person but she just loved it how the strands would always dangle in front of her eyes; she loved it how she was the only one with blonde hair in her family; and most of all, she loved it how it always looked so clean and cut perfect whenever it was in its darling little braid, not a hair out of place.

And that was why Jack loved messing it up so much because she would always turn the most adorable shade of red when she'd get angry with him.

"Okay, okay you've had your laugh now away with you, you little munchkin!" He started to stand forcing Elsa to scramble off of her amused friend. "Now then, that's enough of that. I don't know what kind of program you think I'm running here little lady, but this is no time for fun and games. We are here to train not tackle people to the ground, ya hear?" He fake huffed as he patted his pants down.

Elsa responded with a faux pout of seriousness and nodded, playing along to John's serious teacher charade.

"Now then let's get down to business. Today we'll be trying something different." He put his hands behind his back and stood straight, creating the perfect strict mentor illusion.

Which was then promptly broken as Elsa started jumping up and down with one hand raised in the air. "Oo, oo! Are we going to learn how to build a snowman next? Anna's been waiting forever for me to learn how to do that!"

Leave it to Elsa to think of her little sister at a time like this; she really did love her so. Jack shakes his head. "No, not a snowman."

"An ice castle then."

"No, not that either."

"Ice sculpture?"

"No a –"

"Giant turkey!"

"No a – wait – giant turkey? Why in the world would we make a giant turkey?"

"Oh, that? It's for uh…educational purposes." By the amused smile on his face she could tell he wasn't buying it. "I'm hungry, okay!" She smiled sheepishly.

"Elsa!" He laughed as the princess was getting ahead of herself. "We're not making any of those things."

The little girl pauses to ask. "Then what are we making?"

"Well I'd tell you if only you would stop interrupting me." He cajoled good naturedly. "Now are you done with all this turkey nonsense?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Gibbs, sir."

"Okay then" he said and clapped his hands. "What I want you, Princess Elsa, to make me is a~aaaa –"

Her eyes widen just a fraction in anticipation as John prolonged the suspense with a lengthy irritating "a" sound. She waited patiently though knowing that he would not disappoint; John always had something fun planned for them.

"A~aaaa –"

"John!" Okay, she was not that patient.

"A snowflake. I want you to make me a snowflake." He stated simply.

Elsa deflates. "A snowflake? That's it?"

Why a snowflake of all things? She could make snowballs for Pete's sake; granted they weren't perfect but snowballs are made out of snow, right? And snow is made out of snowflakes. Ipso facto she already knew how to make a snowflake.

"That's right." Jack confirmed. "One snowflake. Just one, you think you can handle that?"

Elsa resisted rolling her eyes. Of course she could handle it! She thought. "John can't we try something else? I already know how to make a snowball; wouldn't you agree that a snowflake would be rather redundant?"

Jack smiles at her ornate choice of words. You wouldn't find a lot of children who could talk like Elsa. Elsa spoke just as she was taught how to speak – regal and with purpose. Some kids may think it "silly", but no, not his princess. His princess thought it was "redundant". She really is something special, but just like any other child she still had that I-know-better-than-you attitude. And that's what made him smile wider; because no matter how different her powers made her seem on the outside, she was still just a little girl on the inside.

"Oho, if you think it's so easy, why don't you try it then?" He challenged. "Give me one good snowflake, princess and, tell you what, we'll call it in early."

'A challenge?' she thought. Fine then. Elsa was always up for a challenge; one of the many attributes she'd earned from her mentor. She smiles. If John wanted to play a fool man's game with her then who was she to refuse? The extra hours of sleep did sound inviting. "Very well, you're on, John Gibbs!"

"And if I win." He continued "No chocolate for a week."

"W-what?" That made her hesitate a bit. No chocolate? The stakes were high, and she wasn't sure if an early in was worth it.

"You heard me; no chocolate for a week. You still up for it, kid, or are you too… turkey?" It irked her and he knew it. No one ever noticed, but Jack knew how the little princess just adored chocolate; her sister too, they were regular Chocó-crazed toddlers the both of them.

If he thought that that would make her back down, however, then he was mistaken. She was going to make him eat those words, and wiping that smug little grin off his face in the process would be its own reward. "Okay, but make it two days with no training to be fair."

"Deal."

"Deal!"

Jack steps back a ways to give her some room, and soon enough, Elsa commenced with her little pep up ritual that she had developed over the days they started training together. "You just tell me when; I'm ready to go! I was born ready, yes!" She whispered vindictively to herself. "I'll show you mushy…" She began to close her eyes and a sense of calm envelops her. She pulls her arms forward and will the cold to answer her call. "Snowflake." Deep breath. "Snowflake."

This was going to be a piece of cake. One snowflake? Pfft. No problem.

…

…Seconds pass and nothing happens.

Seconds pass and Elsa starts to wonder why nothing was happening. She could feel the coolness of her magic like a well in the pit of her stomach but why can't she seem to draw from it?

Her face pinches with effort as she tries to force the magic out. At that moment Jack couldn't help but think how cute she looked with the way her face scrunched up and her arms thrust forward like that. He just had to chuckle.

Elsa hears the sound and opens one of her eyes. Her face was still pinched like a prune but this time it was because of a different reason. "Quiet." She ordered; her annoyed tone making him stifle back another laugh.

"Sorry."

She harrumphed in response and went back to concentrating. For few minutes longer she went on, but still with no results. Elsa was just about to call it quits when John spoke up again. "Not as easy as you thought, huh?" His voice sounded closer and opening her eyes she sees it was because he was squatting right in front of her now, elbows on his knees. He was sporting the biggest I-told-you-so grin ever but Elsa could do nothing about it.

She sighs in defeat and ceases her attempts. "Okay, so you were right; I can't do it, but how did you know?"

Jack was expecting this question. He knew he couldn't very well say that it was because he used to have trouble doing the very same thing back in the day; that was why he thought of a different answer ahead of time. "You know how when you sketch or paint it's harder to get the details right when you start off small?"

She nods her head.

"Well this is just like that. It's easier when you start off big because we don't have to think of the tiny details, and more often than not we forget that it's the little things that need the most attention." He sits beside her and she joins him on the grass, her undivided attention solely on him alone. "That's why I wanted you to make that snowflake so that you would learn how to really look, not just at the big picture, but also the other details that make up the big picture. Do you understand?

She shakes her head. "No, not really."

Her frankness makes him laugh. Here he was being all froufrou with his speech and it ends up being left unappreciated; his words going in one ear and out the other. "Okay, never mind what I said. Let's just try this again, shall we?" He goes to kneel in front of her and places both of his hands on her shoulders. "I want you to close your eyes."

"Why?" She asks a bit suspicious. The last time he said those words she opened her eyes to a praying mantis sitting on her lap and she did not want a repeat of that debacle.

"I promise this isn't like the praying mantis bit I did last week." He reassured her as if reading her mind.

"So you say." She said still a bit skeptical.

"I swear, really. Just close your eyes, okay?" Jack laughed.

Hesitating a little bit, Elsa obeys but not before opening an eye to first make sure if he truly was up to no shenanigans.

'Oh, come on; I'm not that bad.' Jack thinks to himself. "Look, would you just do it?"

She does.

"There, was that so hard? Alright now, hold this mantis for me –"

"I knew it!" Outraged, Elsa went to pull away but John's hands held her firm.

"Kidding! I was just kidding. Sheesh, no need to get angry; just trying to lighten the mood."

She casts him a withering glare but eventually closes her eyes again.

After waiting a moment for her to finally relax, Jack continues. "Okay now, the reason why you couldn't make a snowflake is because you pictured it just that – a snowflake. You looked at it and saw a speck of white dust but didn't actually see it for what it truly is."

"What is it?"

His explanation was honest. "It's a masterpiece." Pausing he let the word sink in. "It's beauty and humility all wrapped up in one pretty little package." though if he was talking about a snowflake or the little princess in front of him, even he didn't know. "It's like a pendant carved in ice having a beauty all their own. It could dip, it could curve, it could be rough, and it could be smooth." To give a sense of novelty to his words he used his hands to draw patterns on her palms, mesmerizing her even more.

Looking every bit the teacher he always claimed to be, he continued on defining what snowflakes were to Elsa. He explained to her how no two snowflakes were ever alike. They were special, each and every one of them. And soon enough she was finally able to picture it in her mind's eye.

"I don't think I could do it after all. You make them sound so pretty. Do you really think I could make something like that?" Uncertainty underlined her quiet question.

"Of course I do. I mean you already made it snow, right?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "And you made that snowball. Once." He added wryly. She could just hear the smile in his voice and she didn't need the ability to see to know that it was on his face too.

"You'll never let that go will you?"

He gave her a nod even though he knew she couldn't see it. "Well you have to admit, it was pretty funny. I mean, you should've seen your face when it blew up! Your eyes got so~ooo big!" He used his hands to emphasize what he meant by using them to mimic oversized binoculars on his face. His chuckle turned into full blown laughter now.

Elsa though, try as she might, couldn't help but laugh with him. It was so silly and Elsa didn't indulge silly, but right now she couldn't care less. All she knew was that she was laughing with her friend, John. "John!"

"Elsa!" He shouted just as loud. "You can open your eyes now, you know?"

Her laughter halts as she notices the subtle shift in the atmosphere. She was so distracted with talking to John that she hadn't noticed that his grip had slipped from her shoulders to her hands. He held them both in his mitts, the back of her hands resting on his palms.

Her eyes open slowly and she lets out a surprised gasp when she sees the sight before her.

A snowflake. In her hands floated what must have been the most beautiful snowflake she had ever seen. It was breathtaking.

It was glowing. It was actually glowing right there in the palms of her hands! It was everything John said it would be and then some. "Did I… did I do that?"

To see the joy and awe in his pupil's eyes, Jack could finally really appreciate the discoveries he had made a hundred years ago with his powers. He might not have had anyone to share his moments with back then, but now, now at least he could share them with Elsa. "You sure did, kiddo. See? I knew you could do it."

She lets out a pleasantly surprised sort of chuff still unable to believe it. Her smile was bright and incorrigible while they continued to just sit there admiring the beautiful piece of art.

He lets her have her moment; she deserved it. Sitting back, Jack's attention was no longer on the snowflake but on its creator instead. Jack loved it whenever Elsa got like this, and to know that he helped cause such a delightful reaction from her, made it even more worthwhile.

"Okkie-dokkie. Let's pack up; time for bed." Jack declared abruptly.

"H-Huh?" She asked bewildered. It was nowhere near their bed time. Why cut their lesson short; they were just getting started?

"We had a deal remember?" He said matter-of-factly while standing up. "You made a snowflake; you can go to bed now."

Oh right that. "Oh. Um, well, we don't… have to go just yet. I-I mean, it's still pretty early, you know, for us at least, a-and, well…"

"You want to keep going?" He asked a bit bemused.

"No! – I mean…" She sighs as she realizes she was caught. "Yes… Can we keep going? I still want to make some more snowflakes." She asked contritely, thinking that he must think her silly now; making a deal to go to bed early then telling him she wanted to stay longer.

But he didn't think she was silly at all. If anything he felt endeared that she wanted to stay with him longer. "Sure thing, Snowflake, anything you want."

"Thank you, John."

"You're very welcome, Elsa."

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't think you're a bad teacher anymore."

He smiles.

It's slow going but we could see here that Elsa's and Jack's relationship is starting to grow. Right now it's more of a Mentor-Pupil type of deal, but don't worry; were getting there.

I find that growing romances trialed by fire more enticing than the kind that just dumps the L-Bomb all wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, wouldn't you agree? And oh my all the trials they would face! So many Ideas swirling within the depths of my insanity woot yeah! I have you guys to thank for that!

Oh! and special shout out to HopelessRomatic183 for writing that exquisitely long review! You may not know this about me 'cuz I'm just starting to notice it myself, but I'm a sucker for long reviews ^^ It lets me know you're starting to really get into the story. Thanks for the input there, HR, I appreciate you taking your time with that lovely review for little old me!

Try to guess who that guy at the top exhort is! Go on, guess!

Stay tooned for part 2, gents, and thanks for the many and very encouraging reviews guys!