It's here! The big chapter 20! This is the largest chapter I've written, and it's over 4,000 words. We've reached over 20 favorites (how coincidental) and over 30 follows! I want to thank everyone who has stuck with the story so far. You've been a great support and have helped me push this story along. I await for the day that I can change the status to Complete. Enjoy the chapter!

Jack sank into a chair sitting at her room table. He was an idiot. He was really going to tell her everything. It was impossible. He didn't know everything himself. He was getting caught up in some magical fantasy that she would understand. He couldn't shake the memory of the pain and confusion showing on her face. The night in the woods seemed like a distant memory. A dream he felt like he had taken part in. What was he going to do?

Jack's heart froze when he heard a knock on the door. Without an answer, Quentin burst through the door.

"Sorry to intrude your highness but I just received news from the counc-" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw that Jack was in the room and Elsa was not. The awkward silence and tension between the two made the room a bit unbearable. Finally, Quentin broke. "I'll come back later." He started to leave the room, but Jack stopped him with one question.

"Do you love her?"

Quentin's whole body seemed to freeze up. Jack knew that he was right. The signs were there. Jealousy, protectiveness, only being kind when she was there, doing all of the little things for her, and overreacting when she was in danger. To be honest, it was obvious. Quentin turned slowly, and it took every ounce of concentration Jack had to keep himself from snickering. Quentin had turned bright red.

"No." His voice was flat and monotone. It was a stark contrast from the emotions swirling in his face.

"Your lying. Check your face." Jack couldn't help but let his straight face slip into a smirk. Quentin turned to the vanity mirror and cursed under his breath. He covered his mouth as he turned a deeper shade of red. "It's quite obvious."

"I know. I know." The vulnerability in his eyes threw Jack off. He had expected Quentin to be the sort of guy to declare his love loud and proud. His brown eyes latched onto Jack. "You can't tell her. It would be inappropriate. It already is."

"I don't see the problem." He was confused. What was wrong with having feelings for Elsa? Yeah, she was the Ice Queen, but there was nothing wrong with her.

"You don't see the problem? She's a Queen. She had responsibilities, wealth, power, influence over politics. She has to rule a kingdom." Quentin sighed as he looked down at his hands. "I'm a palace guard. I had to work my way through the ranks to get where I am. I've been in the castle for twelve years. Not once, until recently, has she remembered my name or even acknowledged me as a person. She's been trained to only think of what the people beneath her need, and turn her sights on the nobles or princes for companionship. The only reason she actually notices me now is because I've forced myself into her life. I've taken reports that weren't mine to her, offered to give her letters and work, and even took extra hours to stand guard at her doors.

"I'm breaking so many rules that I've forgotten which ones I'm actually following. Just wanting to be close to her is a crime in itself. If I do have a chance; if she ever looks at me in that way, then it would be treason. She would be mocked, called a traitor. We would both see the wrath of not just her people, but other kingdoms as well. Just one man getting what he wants could bring the fall of a whole kingdom. It's better if I just kept my feelings to myself." The painful grimace on Quentin's face actually made Jack sympathize with the poor man. Quentin had thought of it all. He thought of the consequences of his feelings. Not many people had the right mindset to do so. Then again….

"Bottling up your feelings would just make things worse, wouldn't it?" Quentin looked up from his hands.

"Why do you say that?"

Jack was about to answer him, but the door opened; it revealed a tried looking Elsa. She looked up, seeing Jack and Quentin together. Unsurprisingly, Quentin's cheeks went aflame as he realized that he was in the Queen's quarters without permission. He opened his mouth to defend his position, but Jack cut him off.

"I invited him in. We just needed to have a chat on how to keep me under wraps. I just need to disappear for a few days and then Neil and the other guards should forget about me." Elsa nodded, the exhaustion radiating from her. She flopped down on her bed, seemingly not caring that Quentin was still in the room.

"My sister's pregnant." She said aloud. Both of the boy's eyes widened. They had both missed the news because they had gone wolf hunting. "She got pregnant before I could get married." Jack came to the conclusion that Elsa was talking to herself, and not really pointing the conversation at them. Her eyes closed for a few seconds before they shot open. She looked at Jack expectantly, her eyes begging. She was waiting for him to explain. He glanced at Quentin who caught the hint.

"I'll give you the news later. I just hope that it doesn't take too long because it's very important. In fact, essential to the kingdom." Quentin's words and expression sent shivers down Jack's spine. Whatever this 'news' was, it would change the course of the future.

Silence followed Quentin's departure. Elsa was sitting on her bed, wringing and un-wringing her hands. Jack was gathering his thoughts. This was going to take a long time to explain. Where would he start?

"Jack?" He looked up. Elsa's eyes were at the ground, but there was a pleading in her voice. "You promised."

"I know. I just have to find a place to start."

"How about the beginning?" She looked up. Her bright blue eyes were confident. A strand of her platinum blonde hair had escaped from her braid, and it cast a shadow over her left eye. Suddenly Jack knew part of the reason Quentin had fallen for the queen. He couldn't deny that she was a beautiful woman.

"The beginning. Right." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I was born in a small town now known as Burgess. My parents were Allison and Harvey Overland. I was given the name Jackson Overland. I was a mischievous kid. I was always getting into things I wasn't supposed to. My parents would always have to scold me. When I was six, my little sister Sarah was born. From that day on we were nearly inseparable. I was always watching over her, always playing with her. She had the warmest brown eyes and every giggle would light the room up.

"When we grew a bit older, my father started to let me accompany him around the town. That's when I learned that my father had high influence over the town. He was kinda like the leader there. If people had a problem they would take it to him. My mother was always going out and helping fellow town members with sick children or housework. I was put in charge of watching the younger kids. I played games with them and showed them my mischievous tricks. Let's just say that I gathered a reputation as the Pie Thief around the village.

"I had an easy going life in Burgess." His face dropped as he realized the next part of the story. "Until one day in late winter. I had promised Sarah that I would take her ice skating one more time before the ice melted. Well, that day was a bit warmer than usual. I should've tested the ice before carelessly skating on it, but I didn't. We were fine until Sarah noticed the ice cracking under her feet. I managed to pull her off the ice with my staff." He patted it absentmindedly. "I got to see her smile one last time before I fell through the ice."

"Oh no, Jack." He looked up to see tears running down Elsa's face. Her hand was pressed to her mouth muffling the sobs breaking through.

"Elsa don't cry." He was at a loss for what to do. His story wasn't even half over but he had already made her cry. He finally stood and crossed the room. He sat down on the bed next to her and gently took her hand. She didn't resist, so he leaned her against him for comfort. "It's really not a big deal. I mean, I'm here aren't I?"

"But you died didn't you?" Jack hesitated. He did. He did die, but not exactly.

"It's complicated. I tried to swim to the surface, but I quickly lost consciousness because of the cold. The next thing I knew was that I was staring up at the Man in the Moon." Before Elsa could interrupt him and ask who the Man in the Moon was, Jack continued. "He was the first guardian who protected the dreams of children. He is also called the Guardian of the Children of Earth. I had died, but because I saved my sister, he saved my life and turned me into a Guardian. But of course, I hadn't figured that out until later.

"I got out of the ice finding out that I was this crazy immortal guy who had ice powers. I could call upon the winter winds to take me anywhere I wanted. There's one drawback though." Jack smiled painfully at Elsa who has snuggled against his side. She was watching him intently, almost like a child listening to a heroic story. "People who don't believe in me can't see me. When I tried to talk to people they couldn't hear me. Every time I got in someone's way they would pass right through me. I was invisible to them.

"Naturally I had a lot of questions, and only some of them were answered by the Man in the Moon. I spent most of my years bringing snow days and winter to different places. I kept up my mischievous streak with more than enough snowball fights. But naturally, there was this loneliness around me. I traveled across the world searching for people who believed me. I found a few, but after a week or two, they would forget me. I searched and searched until I stumbled across Arendelle.

"There was this little eight-year-old sitting locked up in her room with only herself to keep her company. I watched her for a few days, and it was evident that she needed a friend. It was a miracle that you could see me." he looked down at her. Elsa was smiling softly. It looked like she was remembering the past. "I told you I would come back, but then Manny-that's a nickname for the Man in the Moon- sent me across the world to help out some other Guardians."

"There are more?" Elsa shifted against his side, making him look down. Her eyes were bright with curiosity.

"Yep. You got Toothina the Tooth Fairy, North, the one and only Santa Claus, Bunnymund, the Easter Bunny, and Sandy the Sandman. There are more than that, but I can't name all of them. I haven't come back since. I spent that time learning my more about my powers. I learned how to control them and what could affect them. My staff is what I can use to help control my powers, but I can use them without it." To demonstrate he opened his hand and a lily made out of frost that grew out of his hand. "If I use too much of my power, it can affect my body. I can get physically sick or mentally harm myself. That's what happened in the woods. I passed out because of how much of my power I used.

"Oh! I can also manipulate my age by choice.

"You can what?!" Elsa's eyes grew wide as Jack grinned. He concentrated for a second, making himself a bit older. Around twenty-four. Her eyes seemed to grow wider as the eighteen-year-old Jack disappeared. He grew taller, and his cheekbones sharper. His hair seemed to grow a bit messier. Most of his height was in his legs.

"See?" His voice was a little bit deeper as well. Elsa rubbed her temples.

"Change back."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" Elsa growled. Jack rolled his eyes and slowly shifted back. Elsa smiled as soon as he was back in his familiar form. "Much better." She leaned back against him; it was quite odd that she was feeling comfortable being in such close contact with Jack. Maybe she was starting to heal.

"Anyway. When I came back I still didn't know who I was. I still had a lot of questions, but Manny had grown silent. It was almost as if he was ignoring me. The last thing he told me was to come here and have fun. When I got here, I realized that it was Arendelle. I searched for the little girl and found a Queen in her place." He laughed a bit to himself. "A miserable queen. I invited you out for a little fun, but you took it as a threat. The story unfolds from there. But what really brought every piece back was when we went to go see the Trolls. After you left, one of the trolls showed me my past. It was also the night you went missing."

"I'm sorry about how I acted that night." The regret in her voice made him look down again.

"Don't be."

"No, it wasn't right. It was a childish argument and I shouldn't have said what I said."

"Elsa you were in the righ-"

"Just take the damn apology." Jack nodded, smiling at the frustrated tone in Elsa's voice. "Where were you the three days you were gone?"

"I went back to Burgess. There was just something calling me there and I tried to find it. Unfortunately, I couldn't because I didn't know what it was. After the Trolls told me my past, I sent a letter to North, asking him to search for my sister's grave. He found it. Turns out she made it home. She had died a full fifty years after that incident. She got married and have seven children." Jack smiled proudly. Elsa let out a sigh of relief. "That's my story. It's not as concerning as I made it out to be. I've just had a lot of internal struggles. Manny hasn't exactly told me everything either."

"That's alright. Now I know what's going on."

There was a banging on the door and a servant didn't even wait for Elsa's reply. Elsa stood a bit of fury in her eyes. "What is the meaning of this!?"

"I apologize your highness. I was ordered by General Quentin to get you as fast as I could. The council is having a meeting without you and it's about the future King of Arendelle!" The servant was out of breath, but he still gave his message. If Elsa was angry before, she was seething in rage now.

"Thank you. Get a glass of water." Then she stormed out of the room, Jack following closely behind.

Elsa stalked down the hall her anger boiling over. Who did those councilmen think they were? It was almost against the law to have a meeting without a King or Queen present. If it was something as important as someone she was supposed to marry then she better be as damn well invited.

Elsa entered the door that would lead into the north end of the Conference Room. Close to the top of the north end was Elsa's seat, the one she would soon be occupying. She was met with yelling coming from all sides of the room. Quentin was standing up, his chair knocked over and he was yelling above all of the noise.

"You cannot tell me that the Queen doesn't have to be present at this meeting! This is deciding the future of the Kingdom of Arendelle as well as her own future. I can't believe everyone one of you would be so stupid to think that she doesn't have a say in this. She gets to pick the man at her own pace and her own time. She doesn't need or probably want, someone to pick and choose for her. The fact that you acted when she wasn't available is treason and going against Queen Elsa's back!"

"You sound like you are deciding for her as well! And what is with this Queen Elsa nonsense?! Have some respect and call her Highness a proper name!" Sir Gifferson yelled across the room, and Quentin went red with anger. He was about to yell something back, but Elsa stepped in.

"I have given General Quentin permission to call me such a name. Now all of you sit down, shut up, and explain to me why you thought that it was alright to call a meeting and not invite your own Queen." Elsa's voice was icy and cold. She barely recognized the presence of Jack standing behind her. The councilmen who were standing took a seat. Brecker decided to speak first.

"Your Highness, we meant no disrespect. We assumed that you would like to rest from your long trip. We wouldn't want to burden you with trivial matters."

"Trivial matters? Then what is the topic for today's meeting? Because I'm positive that the future of Arendelle is no trivial matter." Brecker realized his mistake. Kinderman took over.

"Your Highness, time is running out. You only have a few more years of prime youth. Before you know it, your childbearing years will be over. Then Arendelle won't have an heir. Our kingdom would crumble beneath our feet."

"I'm twenty-one."

"Exactly. You are in your prime youth. If you wait a few more years to get married it will be harder to have children. Just look at you sister. She's nineteen and already pregnant with her first child." A few of the councilmen whispered their agreements.

"When Queen Elsa decides to get married and have children is her choice. She gets to make her own timeline." Quentin piped up trying to help Elsa out.

"That's not fair to the Kingdom!" Sir Gifferson yelled. "She lives and dies for her people. We, the people, deserve an heir!" Elsa's eyes widened. She was just a thing. A puppet sitting on the throne, bending to the will of others. That's how they saw her. It just made her angrier. She finally stood.

"I deserve my own life. I am NOT an object. I am a person. I'm not your plaything. I've already decided to get married, but if and when I have children is up to me and my husband. It's not your decision to make." Sir Gifferson kept his mouth shut. Elsa turned to Quentin. "What was this about acting when I'm not available?" Quentin took a deep breath while all of the councilmen seemed to simultaneously advert their eyes.

"When you were out risking your life hunting wolves, they decided it would be a good idea to invite over twenty-five unmarried princes and nobles for a ball. Without your permission."

"They did what?" Elsa hissed through clenched teeth.

"Twenty-five unmarried princes and nobles were invited for a ball without your permission." Quentin seemed uncomfortable now. Elsa was not aware of the icy daggers shooting out of her eyes. She turned her gaze onto each of the councilmen.

"Out of the twelve councilmen in this room who objected to this idea presented without my presence?" When no hands were raised, Elsa's scowl deepened. "The vote is invalid."

"The invitations were already sent out." Councilman Ilian spoke up, the only Councilmen Elsa thought was decent. "They were sent out yesterday evening." Elsa sat down heavily in her chair. Her breathing, which calm before, was sporadic.

"Get out." She whispered. Captain Frenrick sitting close by furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What did you say, your Highness?"

"I said, Get Out! ALL OF YOU GET OUT!" The room seemed to drop ten degrees as Elsa screamed at the men. Everyone was scrambling to get out of the room now, but Quentin was hesitant to go. When he met eyes with Jack, he only shook his head apologetically. Quentin sighed and left after everyone else. As soon as everyone was gone from the room, Elsa slumped down on the table. Tears started to form in her eyes. "What am I going to do Jack?"

"I don't know. You said you were going to get married, so weren't they just fulfilling your request?"

"No. They weren't. All they see me as is an object. They're the ones ruling the kingdom, not me." Jack watched Elsa sink deeper into sorrow. What could he do to bring her back up? What could he do to lift her spirits? His eyes lit up,

"Elsa. Where's a ballroom? One that's empty and not being used?" Elsa looked up, confusion evident on her face.

"On this floor a few rooms over. Why?"

"Because we're going to have some fun."

Elsa let Jack drag her over to the ballroom, occasionally asking for directions along the way. She was very confused. Why were they having fun when her doom was right in front of her? When he opened the ballroom doors she was greeted with a spacious empty room. Jack led her inside, closing the door and sealing it with ice.

"Jack, why?"

"I don't want anyone taking you away from some fun. Can you help me with this?" He held his staff above the ground, just slightly hovering over it. Then he tapped the ground, making a thick sheet of ice cover part of the ballroom floor. Elsa immediately knew what he was doing. She did this with Anna in her childhood years. A slow grin came over her face. She lifted her hands and started to help him turn the ballroom into a winter wonderland. When it was finished Jack held out his hand to her. "Would the wonderful Snow Queen honor me with a dance?"

"I don't know, can you dance?" Jack pretended to look thoughtful.

"Does the Queen frown a lot?" Elsa frowned while Jack laughed. Elsa rolled her eyes and bent down to change her shoes to skates. "Don't. Just take off your shoes." Elsa glanced up at him, reminding herself that his feet were bare, and they had been, for the time that she had known him. "Trust me."

"Fine." She took off her heel and touched her foot to the ice. It wasn't as cold as she thought it would be. Must be because of her powers. Then she took off the other. "Now what Jack."

"We dance." He grinned as Elsa couldn't stop the smile.

"There's no music to dance to." Jack clicked his tongue.

"Don't be so technical." He took her hand, and although it was cold, a warmth was there. He placed one hand on her waist and started to glide around the room. The ice was slippery, but they both kept their balance. Jack had no trouble at all leading the dance. He knew the classics, but he did make his mistakes once in a while.

"No, you move to the left this time," Elsa instructed. Jack looked down at his feet, trying to mimic what she had shown him.

"It's more complicated than it looks," Jack grumbled. Elsa laughed. "I'm serious!"

"How do you even know how to dance?" Jack finally got it and they took off again.

"I've done a lot of studying. More than I should." She knew that he was talking about all those years of free time he had. He must have learned a lot of things.

"I would say your time was well spent. Now I can invite you to the ball without worrying that you'll make a fool of yourself on the dance floor." Jack faltered in his step, almost making Elsa slip. He caught his balance and tightened his grip on her waist so that she wouldn't fall. "Maybe you need more lessons."

"Elsa, I won't be on the dance floor. People can't see me so who would ask me?" He laughed to himself. He hasn't been hurt anymore by that fact that people couldn't see him. After all, he already had been blessed with the few that could see him. It seemed his luck had turned. Although, it would be nice to dance again. Even if he wasn't and expert like Elsa.

"I would ask you." Jack looked up from his feet to see that her bright blue eyes were thoughtful. "I mean, if there are going to be princes in the room then I'll probably have to dance with every single one of them. Why not dance with you?"

"I would like that very much."

Things are happening. I just wanted to point out that I kinda changed Anna and Elsa's age. In an earlier chapter I said that they were sixteen and seventeen, but I decided to change that to twenty-one and nineteen. It seemed more appropriate? I didn't mention the other guardians until now, and that's because in this Fan Fic Jack isn't as close to them as he is the movie. Anyway, I hope that you guys are happy with what I've written.