Her whole body felt light…numb…cold…stiff. She wanted to open her eyes, but they felt sealed shut. For a moment, the thought that she might be frozen flashed across her mind, so in order to reassure herself, she did a test feel through her fingertips, running a slight twitch through each finger. It felt like each of them were breaking with each movement, but this was enough. It allowed a sense of comfort to settle upon her.

To say she had a bit of a rough fall on the frozen lake would be quite the understatement. She was way too drowsy—she knew she should've skipped today's practice…ugh. Why didn't she? Because you needed it. Right. She still looked awful. A lot like a joke. A disgrace on ice. How was she supposed to perform everything picture perfect by the time it was the competition? She shouldn't have fallen aslee—wait, what time was it? Was it late at night?! In an instant, Elsa jerked up, immediately regretting it. Her whole body practically broke from its icy state, seemingly to also break every muscle on her right side. She felt so sore! Why was the aftermath of a disaster always so a painful to endure?

Since she was way too tired, and her whole body felt heavy while she attempted to practice her figure skating routine (clearly a big mistake), gravity seemed to lean favor into her body's needs and she easily collapsed on the ice. She did try to make an attempt to stand, but it felt like heavy weights were securing her body down, and it hurt too much, so in return, she just laid there on the ice. And while she laid there, the essence of sleep effortlessly creeped over her like a shadow and easily coaxed her eyelids to close. It would only be for five minutes, she had told herself. Why did she always allow herself to think like that? Clearly considering the state of being she had been in, there was no such thing as five minutes. It was more like: Until your body feels satisfied and well rested. Which of course leads her to the situation she was in, right now: She had overslept and it was most likely the dawn of Saturday, and she was still out on the ice, alive, amazingly. She was seriously going to kill herself by freezing to death one day…if that were even possible. She rarely ever felt the cold anymore.

Rubbing her eyes, Elsa opened them and took a good look at her surroundings, slightly confused as to why the snowy trees and ice weren't there. She was in her room…or some sort of room. It wasn't quite her room, for it was much smaller and lacked everything she was used to seeing: snowflake clock, vanity mirror, fair amount of empty space…

And then again, maybe she was dreaming, or she had forgotten the part where she got up and drove herself back home…or maybe she sleepwalked…? She didn't recognize the room she was in at all. As far as she knew, no such room that looked like this was inside Arendelle Manor. What if she had just walked inside somebody else's home and was in some random room?! Gasping at the ridiculous thought, she quickly threw off the blanket that was on top of her and kicked her legs off the side of the bed, too dumb in thought to even realize the blanket had tangled around her left foot, so as she stood, she instantly tumbled to the floor. Her head was spinning due to the blood rush from getting up too fast, and she received an intense reminder that her body was slightly ripped.

Her face scrunched up and she looked pathetically at her lower half of her body. She was seeing stars. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she reopened them, and that's when she finally evaluated the state she was in: she was still in her newly bought skating dress, she may have been able to spot a very large, purplish blotch on her right leg, barely showing an edge of what must have been an enormous bruise, and her ice skates weren't on. She couldn't recall ever taking her skates off, so that meant someone had to have done it for her, right? So maybe someone had miraculously found her and taken her in and she didn't just walk inside someone else's home (which in the first place, it was an absolutely silly thought, but lately her mental well-being hasn't been too bright, so…). She bit her lower lip. She was sure no one knew about the frozen lake, though…what if this was some serial killer who had found her? Someone who had been following her? But then, why would she be anyone's target? She was basically a wallflower. There was nothing special about her…however, she was incredibly rich. So there was a reason why someone would actually stalk her and plan an abduction…

Sighing heavily, she took another scan at her surroundings. There was a white desk and chair off to her right, and a small closet over to her left. The room really was small compared to hers. Glancing up, she found nothing except for a clock on the wall. The clock had a baseball player in the stance of swinging a bat, except, he lacked actual arms on his image; his arms were the small hands on the clock, which were holding a bat, and the big hand was a wire with a baseball connected to the end of it. Furrowing her eyebrows at the clock, she simply cocked her head in thought. There was nothing threatening about the room. In fact, it seemed almost childish, but not really. It even had a really clean, fresh smell to it—much like the cold winter air. She wasn't sure exactly what to feel or expect, but all she knew was that she wasn't afraid. She had no sense of panic or fear.

She frowned a little, doubting herself. Just to be safe, she would take precautions and maybe, hopefully, try to leave this place quietly and unnoticed? Pursing her lips, she focused her eyes on the clock to read the time: 5:45. And due to the dim, light blue lighting coming from the window behind her that engulfed the small, neat, clean room in its shade, she could only assume that it was in the A.M. hours. So it was early in the morning, meaning, the chances that whoever was hosting her inside their house probably was asleep. This was her time to go.

Taking in a deep breath, trying to push away the curious thought of who had found her, for she really should probably go, she slowly picked herself up and lightly tiptoed the short distance to the door, slowly turning the door handle and barely opening the door a crack once she was in close distance. Immediately, a strong, warm, welcoming smell of freshly baked cookies rushed at her in a small poof of air, causing her to lightly gasp. She quickly swallowed the excess saliva that had built up in her mouth, trying to push away her sudden hunger as she slowly opened the door a little bit wider. Stepping out into the empty hallway, she glanced to her right, then left, then looked straight ahead of her at the image of the snowflake she had instantly noticed first. Walking up to it, she took a moment to stare in awe at it, before turning her body to the left to where she had spotted the stairs, her eyes lingering on the image a little longer as she hesitantly walked away from the stunning image.

As she approached the staircase, she lightly placed her right hand on the glossy wooden stair rail, and slowly placed a foot down on the first step. Letting go of a breath she didn't realize she'd suddenly held, she allowed all of her weight to rest on the first step. Taking in silent, deep breaths, she then bit her bottom lip as she brought her other foot down on the next step. She stared with a concentrated look and gently let all of her weight down in that foot. Sighing, she continued on with her next foot, allowing it to hover barely an inch off of the next step. She had a bad feeling about this step, and she ridiculous felt like some sort of spy. Exhaling deeply as she gently set her foot down—

Creeeeaaaaaakkk.

Elsa cringed, her stomach churning at the sound while her face scrunched up at not only how loud that creak had sounded, but how long it went on for. Sheesh—did it really have to scream like that? Glancing behind her to see if there was anyone there, or to see if she had possibly woken someone up without knowing it, she gritted her teeth and began to continue on with her next step. She was getting prepared mentally to run if she heard any sound of someone coming her way, when suddenly-

"You're up."

Elsa jumped at the voice, her head quickly snapping over to the source. Her heart was pounding, and she blinked with wide, owlish eyes at the sight. Off to her right, sitting on the couch a little ways down, was a white-haired boy with his elbows resting upon his knees. He was smiling up at her, wearing what seemed to be the same clothes he had worn to school yesterday.

"I was wondering when you'd get up—North had guessed it would probably be around 6 A.M.—and I guess he was right." Jack stood up, rubbing his eyes while heading over to the end of the staircase and placing a hand at the end of the rail.

Where the heck did he come from?! was all she could think through her panicking. She felt like a kid who had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Elsa very slowly began to head down the staircase to meet him at the bottom, her eyes struggling to stay on Jack as she glanced around at her surroundings, wondering if this was for real, still a little too shocked to even speak proper English. Best to probably keep her mouth shut until she could wrap her head around what was exactly going on… Her legs suddenly began to feel tingly, and she prayed her bones and strength wouldn't turn into jelly. How pathetic would it be if she became another damsel in distress, once again for Jack to be the knight in shining armor to come rescue her?

Jack chuckled, breaking her away from her intent focus on her legs. "Here, North is in the kitchen making pancakes for breakfast, and I'd hate to disappoint him from having the pleasure of meeting you—so c'mon, follow me," he motioned with his head as Elsa finally reached the bottom, standing beside him. Now that she was in close range to him, her eyes suddenly now seemed to struggle to leave his face; she resisted the urge to touch him to see if this was make-believe or not. This was all so foreign to her—she needed to touch something. If she could, without appearing too weird, she'd have gone and touched everything in sight, just to see if she really was where she seemed to be.

While she stared at him like he was a ghost, her inner-being suddenly came to and kicked her to say something. "Oh, o-o-okay," she tried to smile, still confused as she slowly began to walk in the direction he had directed. Wait, was that how she should've responded? She responded too late!—didn't she?! He probably thought she was so weird. She felt like slapping herself in the face. As she tried to focus her gaze on the sight in front of her and what was happening at the moment, she slowed her already slothful pace down a notch. She suddenly wasn't sure if she was heading in the right direction. What way did he motion for her to go again? It should've been obvious, but she was feeling stupid at the moment and was too mad at herself to consider trusting her thoughts.

Jack chuckled some more, and placing both of his hands on her shoulders reassuringly as he leaned his head forward beside hers while he guided her, causing a swarm of butterflies to flitter around inside of her, he said, "Don't worry, I'll explain everything—don't go jumping to conclusions that I'm some sort of creeper—because I'm not. First things first—you're meeting North so he can be rested an assured that you're alive and alright."

Elsa nodded her head nervously, suddenly feeling like her whole body was being lifted and controlled by strings. It was the butterflies, wasn't it? "Um, okay," she attempted to smile. North? And who might that be exactly? She pursed her lips, telling herself to breathe in and breathe out. It was okay. She was with Jack…at what appeared to be his home…and she was about ready to meet someone by the name of North…how in the world…? Things like this just don't happen to her… Especially when it comes to people like Jack.

Laughing, Jack placed his hands in his pockets as he came up by her side, still a little bit behind her. Her shoulders immediately relaxed, but his touch seemed to stick to her skin like a tattoo and mess with the rhythm of her heart, along with the temperature of her skin. "Don't worry. You'll love him. He's just like an enormous Santa Claus, except much more bigger and muscular. And the best part," he flashed her a charming smile, "he's got an accent. That's a real lady killer right there, right?" he half-joked.

She smiled up at him, an unsure look constricting her face to show something a little more genuine as she folded her arms, feeling her bare skin. Oh gosh. And what was she wearing? She glanced down at her ice skating dress. It looked like a figure skating dress, didn't it? No one would assume differently and get weird impressions of her for wearing something like this, right? She could feel her cheeks flushing with heat as she glanced over at Jack.

"Ah! She's alive!" a voice suddenly shouted, and before Elsa knew it, a very large man was standing before her, placing his hand on her forehead like someone would when checking for a fever. "Hm, yes, feeling very healthy now. We were afraid you might have hypothermia!" the large man exclaimed, gripping her by her shoulders firmly with his large warm hands. "It's a good thing that wasn't the case!" He wiggled his finger at her. She couldn't help but get distracted by how big his hands seemed to be. They were practically the size of her face…

Jack suddenly cleared his throat. "Elsa, this is North. He's my uncle."

At this point, North had let go of her and folded his arms, standing mightily while nodding his head with a prideful smile. When Jack had ended the short introduction, North continued to stand there for a little bit until he finally realized Jack was done with what he had to say. Looking at Jack like he was slightly offended, North smacked Jack's shoulder. "Is that all you have to say? You're forgetting to mention that I'm your favorite uncle! That I'm the best uncle! That I'm so full of wonder! That I'm the most awesomest uncle!" North began walking backwards as he enacted a stance with each statement. He suddenly turned and opened a drawer, grabbing a pair of black sunglasses and placing them on. "The coolest of the cool! The…" And he went on and on.

During North's little limelight moment, Jack had leaned over with a smirk to Elsa and lowly added: "He's also my only uncle."

Elsa brought her hand up to her lips as she lightly laughed, staring at North admiringly. "He seems sweet," she whispered softly, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Well, now enough about me," North suddenly spoke up, placing his hands on his waist. "I hope you're hungry, because I made enough for all of my Yetis to come join us!" North suddenly handed Elsa a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes, and directed her over to a small, round, wooden dinner table with three glasses set, some silverware folded neatly in red and white, striped napkins, with a pitcher of orange juice placed in the middle beside a carton of milk.

Elsa blinked, hesitantly heading over to take a seat at one of the wooden chairs. She glanced back at Jack and North, before she officially set her seemingly heavy plate down. Glancing down at her plate, her eyes widened. Slowly sitting down, she began to count how many pancakes were stacked on her plate. Her lips parted when she came to a final count. "Twelve…?" she quietly gasped to herself. Sure, she was hungry…but she couldn't eat that much… Maybe two at most? Three? Four was pushing it. She's tried to eat that many once, a long, long time ago, and let's just say she may have ended vomiting it up an hour later… Her stomach just wasn't used to consuming that much. What was she supposed to do?

As Jack sat down beside her, with four pancakes on his plate, Elsa couldn't help but begin to panic a little. Four? He got four?! Could they switch plates? She really didn't want to be rude, but… Did she really look that fat?

Jack suddenly began to laugh under his breath. Her eyes flickered up to him. Leaning over to her, he quietly murmured, "You don't have to eat all of that. North won't be offended. He just wants to make sure you eat all that you want. He hates it when guests feel the need to cut back on the normal amount they eat. He thinks it's ridiculous when they get shy about eating their food. So he just overserves all the time whenever we have guests over. Don't worry if you don't actually eat that much."

"Oh, right…right…thanks," she gently smiled, feeling much relieved. She glanced up at North who was serving himself a plate full of pancakes, humming what seemed to be, "We Wish You A Merry Christmas"…

"Like I said," Jack suddenly spoke up as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, "he's just like Santa Claus, except bigger and more muscular."

Elsa slowly nodded her head, a small smile spreading on her face. North seemed to be such a big sweetheart… Of course Jack would have connections to someone like this.

"So," North turned to them with a loaded plate, full of chocolate chip pancakes, "Elsa, how old are you? Are you in Jack's year? How did you two meet?" He then took a seat, setting his plate down, placing both elbows on the table, clasping his hands together, resting his chin on his hands as he stared at her with big, giant, twinkling eyes.

"Oh, I, um," Elsa blinked, taken aback. "I'm, um, eighteen, and yes, I'm in Jack's, um, same year…" She paused. How they met? Well… She thought back to the snowball fight and wondered how she should put it.

"It's a long story," Jack cut in, "on how we met—I'll tell you later."

"Oh," North nodded his head. "Alright," he sighed, his accent crisp and clear with each word.

Elsa glanced to Jack, and he slightly nodded his head at her with a gentle smile. She returned the smile. Thank goodness she wouldn't have to tell the story. She was an awful story teller. Absolutely horrendous at it, actually. Plus, what was Jack's perception of how they met? What if his story was completely different?

"Well, dig in," North encouraged, as he looked around at the items on the tabletop. "OH!" his eyes widened. "Almost forgot—!" he stood up abruptly, running over to a small pot on the stove with a ladle inside of it— "You can't have pancakes without buttermilk syrup!" He then rushed back over to the table with the small red pot, gently setting it down on a hot pad. "There. Now you can dig in. Eat however much you want. No one's judging you inside my home."

Smiling, Elsa looked down at her plate. She tried to move all of the pancakes, except for two, off to the corner of her plate, creating a small wall of pancakes. By the time she had isolated two of the chocolate chip pancakes the best that she could, she hesitantly reached for the ladle and poured some of the syrup atop her pancakes, quickly realizing the ladle was a Christmas themed ladle. It had candy cane stripes around the edge of the scoop part, with what appeared to be a penguin with a Santa Claus hat on, in a relaxed position like it was enjoying a nice hot tub bath in the spoon. Her lips parted in awe at the cute sight. How silly…

"Do you like it?" North suddenly asked.

Snapping her gaze up, Elsa grinned, "Yeah, I do, it's cute." Hopefully they didn't think she was weird for staring at the ladle for so long. She didn't realize how long she was holding it.

"Good. I like it to. In fact, Jack picked it out. I got it from him last year," North grinned happily.

Elsa glanced over to Jack, who was smugly grinning at his uncle. "Oh, so now you're thanking me," Jack scoffed playfully while he folded his arms as he leaned forward on the tabletop.

"What, did I not thank you when you gave it to me?" North questioned with large eyes.

"Well, you sort of just screamed, exclaiming something like: 'What is this? What is this? Oh my gosh! It's a wee penguin! Boy what did you get me?!'" Jack impersonated North's accent with enthusiasm, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced to Elsa, who was laughing gently behind her hand. He grinned as he glanced back to North.

"What?! Couldn't you tell I was secretly saying 'Thank you!' through that?!" North exclaimed, throwing his hands up. Rubbing his forehead, he shook his head while saying, "Boy, how long have you been living with me? And I do not sound like that!"

"What?! Yes you do!—he sounds like that, right?" Jack turned to Elsa, as she bit her bottom lip with a slight smile. She really didn't know whose side to take, although Jack did do a pretty good impersonation... "Even Elsa agrees! See?!"

"Ack, fine, whatever!" North threw his hands childishly at Jack, as if to throw the argument out the window. "Don't you—don't you have some explaining to do for this young lady here? Jack, where are your manners!" North shot, folding his arms with a huff, and then quickly getting out of the position and pouring himself a glass of milk.

"Manners?" Jack snorted. "Where are your manners…" Shaking his head, he then looked to Elsa. "He is such a child, right?" Elsa merely smiled with a shrug. Jack sighed loudly. "Ugh, you really need to spend a full hour with him to be able to agree, I guess." He ruffled the starlight hair at the back of his head. "Alright, where to begin…" He blew through his clasped hands as he thought. "Alright, well, I guess you could say it was all coincidental how I found you…"

And Jack told her his story of how he found her and how she ended up waking up in what apparently was his room. She certainly didn't feel awkward after hearing that part. No, not at all. She practically zoned out in her own thoughts and began to feel really bad that she had taken his bed from him while he continued on with the story.

"…and that's basically the whole of it all," Jack grinned.

Elsa nodded her head as she pieced together what she had just heard. She wasn't sure what she had missed, but near the end of the story, she managed to hear that he had accidently taken some wrong turn by accident while on his way to meet up with Kristoff and Hiccup at someone's cabin or something, and by coincidence, the wrong turn was the turn you would take to get to the frozen lake, and that was about it.

"Oh, and your car's outside the house. North drove me up there, and I drove your car back," Jack added.

"Oh," Elsa blinked. "Wow, um, thank you," she grinned, dropping her gaze down to her plate. She had eaten all that she wanted, but felt like she should at least try to stuff one more pancake in. She felt bad that so much food had been prepared just for her, and she had barely eaten probably what was 5% of what was made. When she looked up, North was staring at her with wide, bedazzled eyes. She pursed her lips into a slight smile as she drifted her eyes to look somewhere else.

North suddenly jerked, and when Elsa glimpsed back up at him, he was furrowing his eyebrows at Jack, who in return, was mirroring the look, except there was something a little more strained to his facial expression. Clearing his throat, Jack crossed his arms and rested them on the tabletop as he relaxed his face, his eyes flashing over to her with a playful, smug look.

"So, Elsa," he began, while she stared into his ice blue eyes, mesmerized by the color and its many shades, "you never told me you ice skated…?"

Hearing the words of "ice skated," Elsa broke out of her daze. "Oh, yeah, I do like to ice skate," she grinned. Except it doesn't seem to like me at the moment, she bitterly thought, causing her to sigh softly.

"Oh, really?" Jack began to play with his fork. "How long have you been doing it?"

Biting her lower lip, Elsa guessed, "About ten years?"

Jack stopped fiddling around with his fork.

"Ten years?!" North bursted, his large blue eyes wide. He muttered something in a foreign language as he rubbed his head. "Wow! You must be professional, no?"

Elsa lightly laughed. "Well…"

"You totally are," Jack cut in, leaning back in his seat. "I mean, considering the condition I found you—you're probably hardcore at it!—like, Olympic-worthy! I mean, that's amazing. I'd really like to see you skate one day." When he said that, he was sincere about it, but Elsa missed the authenticity in his eyes and took it as more of a joke.

"What? No!" she laughed it off. "You do not want to see me!"

"What?! Yes! I really do! What are you-you're a figure skater, right?" Jack asked. "You skate at that one place, um—" he began to snap his fingers, like that would help spark the right memory and names to come to his mind. "What is that one place called, um-"

North abruptly began to burst into a jolly laughter that filled the room. "Ha! He doesn't have to even think about anything when it comes to playing baseball and what would be the best way to hit, throw, or whatever it is he has to think about out there and keep track of, yet he has to stop and think about a place he practically passes every day he heads to school! Wow! What is the world coming to?"

"Gah, I can't think!" Jack began to hit at his head. "I—I pass it every day?"

North chuckled, when suddenly he glanced over at the clock on the oven, a loud, quick gasp escaping his lips. "Oh! Jack! You have baseball practice at 6:30! You need to get going! It's 6:19!"

"Oh—" Jack abruptly stood. "Yeah, I completely forgot, here, um—North—" he shook his head— "Elsa—"

"Oh, no, um, yeah, I—I should probably get going to. I have somewhere to be, um, also," Elsa began to stand, placing her hands on the brim of her plate, ready to pick it up.

"Oh!—no, no! I can take care of that! Don't worry! You both can leave! Go!" North shooed. "Let me clean! You guys have placed to be! Go!"

Jack smiled, "Thanks, North." He motioned for Elsa to follow.

"Oh," Elsa pursed her lips as she began to follow where he disappeared off to. She stopped and turned to North, "Thank you so much, the pancakes were really good, and I can't thank you guys enough for taking me in…"

"No, no! Anything for a friend of Jack's! A cute one too!" North laughed, while Elsa smiled sweetly at him before swiftly turning around, suddenly finding Jack coming to find her.

"Oh—hey!—there you are! Here," he handed her her car keys. "C'mon," he motioned for her to follow.

She nodded her head while she trailed behind him.

"Sorry, I'm in a really big hurry, so—if I could have you stay and hang around, I would, but I've got to get to this baseball practice, so…" Jack pursed his lips as he glanced back at her.

Elsa shook her head as she smiled, "No, it's fine, don't worry about it. I should probably get going anyways and check in with Rapunzel…and my family…" She shrugged.

Jack cracked a small smile at her, turning his head forward as he guided them to the front door and opened it, letting her go first before he followed right after and closed the door.

"So I put everything I could see that was yours in your car—oh! And almost forgot…" He began to reach inside his front pocket to his dark colored jeans. "Here…" He suddenly pulled out what appeared to be her cell phone. As she took her cell phone, he said, "I added mine, Hiccup's, and Kristoff's phone numbers in there—so don't ever be afraid to call or text either one of us. We're all friends, so don't be afraid to ask for anything. alright?" He gave her a small smile as he placed an encouraging hand on her shoulder. "Well, I've got to go—so sorry about this—and I'll catch you later, alright?"

Elsa glanced up at him, speechless, as he ran over to his black Highlander. She slowly walked to her car, keeping her eyes on him as he got inside of his own car in a rush. By the time he had pulled out of the small driveway, he waved at her, smiling one of his charming smiles at her as he sped away. When his car was finally out of sight, Elsa had accidently ran into her own car, her bare feet stumbling against the cold pavement. Feeling her cheeks heat up, she unlocked her car as she glanced back up to where he had disappeared to. Glimpsing down at her cell phone, suddenly feeling like she had just won the lottery, she got inside of her car, with furrowed eyebrows, amazed at what had just happened.

Getting her keys ready to turn to start her car up, she paused and glanced at her phone. Grabbing it, she quickly scrolled through her contacts, and sure enough, she found:

Jack Frost

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Eeek! I'm so sorry! This took ages and I'm am so sorry. I've been so busy, and just to explain: I still have school. Not high school, that starts back up in August. I'm actually doing Cosmetology, and it's basically an all day thing for me, Mon-Fri. And I've had a lot of family events pop up on the weekends. And I'm trying to be strict with my sleeping habits. Yuck. But yeah.

I'll try my best to update every week.

And my apologies if the ending of this seems a bit rushed. My eyes are about ready to shrivel up on me, and I really wanted to finally actually update this! :D

Thank you thank you thank you for all of the fabulous reviews! And thanks soooooooooo much for reading!

Oh! And just for the fun of it, the numbers to Jack's phone number actually say something and spell out his name with an extra T! I'm so clever! Ha! Yeah, I know. But it can't be helped!