Last chapter. Thank you to all my readers for being so encouraging. I'm not talking about reviews, because I got hardly any...but just the fact that you READ what I wrote, and actually LIKED it. That's the biggest compliment you could've given me, ever.

And yes, I put a misquote from Frozen in this chapter, because it fit. Once again, THANK YOUUUU! :) :)

Chapter 21 - Something Good

The trio went down at about ten-thirty, joining the others in the dining hall, where they were having a late dinner.

It was New Years' Eve, but no one was in the mood to celebrate so soon after losing Elsa, so it was a quiet, simple affair.

North was still healing, but he had prepared to travel after seeing the moon rise, eager to return to the Pole and repair the damage. The rest of the Guardians were also getting impatient, ready to return to their regular duties, even Tooth, whose wing had magically healed over the last two days.

They were all waiting, waiting for news.

Most of them had only known Elsa for less than an hour, and though they were sorry for her death, and would never forget what she'd done, she'd already faded to memory, Pitch and his war once again foremost in their minds.

As Jack, Anna, and Kristoff found places to sit around the long table, maids set places for them, offering hot soup and roast chicken.

Jack put a few things on his plate because Anna was watching him, but he only picked at it. His stomach turned at the thought of eating anything. He knew he'd lost weight, and that an immortal could die of starvation as easily as any human, but he couldn't bear the thought of eating.

It felt wrong, somehow, to be carrying on with life as normal, while Elsa was dead, gone forever.

In the middle of the meal, there was a whooshing like a great wind, and everyone stopped talking and turned to see a portal appear. A Yeti popped out, tall and huge and white.

North shot to his feet.

"What news, Frank?" he practically begged.

The Yeti rattled of a string of sentences in his own language, and the Guardian of Wonder pumped one huge fist in the air, wincing in pain immediately after.

"Pitch Black is defeated!" he announced, once he'd caught his breath again. "And Man in Moon is back to normal!"

Everyone cheered and clapped, and Tooth reached out and squeezed Bunny in a hug, which he didn't seem to mind.

"Pitch has been imprisoned on the prison planet that the original Fearlings had been," North finished.

Jack felt a deep relief, and though the feeling was overshadowed by grief, it was welcome to the strain of the past few days.

The buzz of conversation returned, louder and more excited. Jack sat quietly, listening to the plans that were flying back and forth.

Nightlight was going to return to Santoff Claussen with Katherine, who was going to write everything down and tell it to the children; North would leave for the Pole as soon as everything had been figured out; the Easter Bunny was itching to continue his Easter egg decorating prep.

Like Jack, the Sandman sat smiling, not even attempting to communicate via Dreamsand images.

And to the side, Toothiana was chattering away to a group of her fairies, who seemed to be updating her on the latest tooth losses around the world.

In the midst of all the hubbub, the door was thrown open, and a stunned guard raced in and skidded to a halt in front of them. His eyes were wide with shock. "I-uh-th-th-the-" he stuttered, unable to get the words out.

"You what?" Bunny asked, as everyone waited for the man to collect himself.

A movement in the doorway behind the guard caught Jack's eyes, behind the guard, and his heart stopped beating for a full ten seconds. Gasps rippled throughout the room, a dish shattered on the floor, and one of the maids fainted.

Jack shot to his feet, mouth open in astonishment.

There, framed by the open doorway, stood Elsa, smiling uncertainly, and very much alive.

He was on his feet without another thought, sprinting around the table with a glad cry.

Her eyes fell on him, and when she caught sight of his face, her eyes filled with tears.

Two seconds later, and he was holding her in his arms again, something he'd never dreamed of, laughing and crying at the same time.

And then Anna was there, and Kristoff, and Elsa threw her arms around them as the rest of the Guardians crowded around, clamouring questions and laughter.

"You're alive," Jack finally said shakily, his hands shaking. "How are you alive?"

She looked around at them all. "I barely know myself. I remember falling into the water, and the next thing I knew, there was a bright light in the darkness, and I was being pulled up out of the ice. It was the Moon," she said in awe. "He rescued me."

"Manny," North shook his head, astounded. "Again, surprising us all."

Jack remembered his angry outburst about Manny not answering his questions, and it occurred to him in that moment, like a flash of blinding light, that maybe he would never know the answers. At least, not as long as he lived on the Earth.

But The Man in the Moon had saved Elsa, and that was suddenly all that mattered.

"Anna," Elsa approached her sister, taking her hands, "I cannot be queen anymore. There's a new direction for my life."

Anna wiped the tears of her face, confused, but smiling anyways. "What do you mean, Elsa?"

Elsa embraced her sister quickly, and then turned back to Jack once again. "The Man in the Moon told me something. He said, 'It is not good for the man to be alone. You will be a helper suitable for him.' He meant you, Jack. I'm to help you, forever."

He stared at her.

"A new Guardian?" North mused. "As a helper. Hmm."

She nodded, her eyes flicking back and forth between Jack's almost fearfully.

"Jack, please. Say something?" She reached up and touched his face, her hand shaking.

He finally found his voice, and he forced his brain to stop whirling, and did the thing he'd wanted to do the moment he saw her come through the door. Dropping to one knee in front of her, he took her shaking hands in his. "Queen Elsa," he said gently, "Will you marry me?"

Her eyes got very big, and then she laughed in delight. "Jack Frost," she replied, pulling him up and throwing her arms around his neck, "Of course, silly! You can't get rid of me now!"

Jack felt like he would burst.

Everyone was laughing and cheering and catcalling, and Anna was laughing and crying again. Someone slapped Jack on the back.

Olaf's voice reached them, higher than the others. "Kiss," he appeared between the many legs, grinning up at them, "Just kiss."

Jack's breath caught.

There was a wave of snickers.

Elsa pulled away from him enough to look up at him, her cheeks pink, but her eyes were dancing.

"Why aren't they kissing?" the snowman stage-whispered to Kristoff. "Do you think they know how to kiss?"

He reached up and slid his long fingers under her chin, heart racing, hesitating. She stood on her tiptoes and grasped his hoodie, pulling him close, and kissed him.

It was perfect.

He'd never felt so happy in all his life.

He stepped back, flushed, and took her hand again. "I know the answer now," he said softly. "My home is where you are."