I've been on a Phantom of the Opera kick lately (mainly because i saw it LIVE and holy cow was it great!). I apologize in advance haha.


"It's a lovely night, isn't it?" Jack asked as a shooting star streaked through the warm August sky. As she laid in the grass, Elsa turned her head to the white-haired young man, sweetly smiling and nodding. The young queen reached her delicate hand to Jack's, their fingers intertwining, Jack squeezing her hand as they looked into the night sky. They laid side by side, Jack pointing out the numerous constellations to Elsa. The young queen found herself mesmerized by the passing by of shooting stars, almost forgetting Jack was even speaking to her. "And there's Leo-" He turned his head, Elsa looking right at him, her eyes fluttering. "What?"

There was a slight moment of silence between the two. Elsa's eyes looked at the grass, then back to Jack. Her red lips slightly opened as she exhaled. "Sing for me?"

"Sing f- You really want me to...sing? That's not my department of expertise," Jack blushed.

"Please?" Elsa asked, propping herself up on her elbows. "No one will hear you except, well, for me and the stars." Elsa began to say, pointing to the open skies around the grassy hills. "Just this once?" Her icy blue eyes looked longingly into Jack's. How in the world could he resist those eyes? That's the thing, he can't. "It doesn't have to be long, just...I need something that will take my mind off of the upcoming visit from the surrounding kingdoms. Please?"

Jack sighed, rolling back onto his back, elevating this legs and pushing himself up in a sitting position. "You really wanna hear my broken pipes, huh?"

"They're not broken," Elsa smiled, still on her back. "They jut need to be used a bit more, that's all."

Jack smiled as he shook his head. He then got an idea, an idea from a certain incident in France that could, in fact, cheer the stressed queen up. He looked up to the stars and picked up his staff, a small flurry of snow swirling at his feet. The small flurry became an icy stem, a bud of petals forming around the top of the stem as he passed the icy creation to Elsa. "I know that Arendelle has been frozen for thirty years," He began. "And when I found out that you had been trapped in an urn, I didn't know what to do."

"It really wasn't much fun, either," Elsa said, rolling onto her side, placing the rose next to her hip.

"And in those years, I traveled. Traveled everywhere. And when I was in France, I heard about this man. A man who lived in the catacombs of a Paris opera house. I found his lair deep under the building, and there was this song that he was singing to this young woman. I-I think he wrote it for her, and...uh...well, I guess I'll share it with you." HE gulped. "I think it was made to sing on a lovely night like this, to a certain lovely...someone." Jack grinned, gently poking Elsa's nose with his index finger.

"Indulge me," Elsa said, scooting closer to Jack, the young man scooping her up as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Okay, you're the one who asked for it." He cleared his throat and looked to the stars.

"Night time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes
Imagination"

Jack gently kissed Elsa on the forehead, Elsa replying with a happy sigh.

"Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses,"

Elsa's face lit up. "Your voice isnt bad at all," She smiled. "It's...it's actually a bit..mesmirising."

"Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor"

He began to softly rock Elsa back and forth, a breeze beginning to pick up as crickets began to play their own song in the background.

"Grasp it, sense it
Tremulous and tender,
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day.
Turn your thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light,
And listen to the music of the night."

Elsa closed her eyes and began to rock in time with the young man, twirling the rose in her fingers.

"Close your eyes
And surrender to your darkest dreams.
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.
Close your eyes,
Let your your spirit start to soar.
And you'll live as you've never lived before,"

And with a snap of his fingers, a bright explosion of snow appeared in front of them, a moving scene of Jack and Elsa dancing by themselves in what appeared to be the ballroom in the palace. Elsa happily gasped as Jack stood up, offering his hand to the queen. Elsa smiled as she grabbed his hand, stood up and was pulled into Jack's grasp as he twirled the young queen on the hillside.

"Softly, deftly
Music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it
Closing in around you,
Open up your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night,"

Jack covered Elsa's eyes with one hand, wrapping his free arm around her waist. He held his staff in the air and lifted themselves into the air, the wind flowing through Elsa's braid, loosening it as they rose higher into the sky.

"Let your mind
Start a journey through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be.
Only then can you belong to me,"

Weightless and free-floating were the queen and her love. Jack uncovered Elsa's eyes, the queen loudly gasping as she saw how far up they were in the sky. Quite spooked, she wrapped her arms around Jack's neck, the two coming to nearly a standstill, just floating above the palace gates.

"Floating, falling
Sweet intoxication,"

Jack softly kissed her neck, Elsa happily sighing as they reached the balcony attached to her bedchamber.

"Touch me, trust me,"

Elsa's hand gently brushed Jack's cheek, looking into his eyes as Jack opened the balcony door.

"Savor each sensation
Let the dream begin
Let your darker side give in,"

Elsa yawned, her eyes now heavy with sleep. Jack scooped the queen up in his arms, opening the door with his foot.

"To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night."

Gently, and without waking her, Jack placed Elsa in her bed, covering the now sleeping queen with the blue duvet that covered her bed. He knelt down and kissed Elsa on her soft, red lips, taking the rose from her hand and placing it on the nightstand. "I love you, Elsa Marie Froberg," He whispered. Jack tapped his staff on the floor, instantly zooming out into the night sky. Elsa's nose slightly twitched, cuddling closer into her pillows.

"Jeg elsker deg, Jackson Overland-Frost," She smiled.


A few years later, December

Jack and Elsa slept soundly in their bedchamber, turned towards each other. Their peaceful slumber, which had only been for an hour, was broken by a crying prince Elsa slightly groaned, rolling over to her side. Jack stopped her by gently grabbing her wrist. "I've got this," He tiredly smiled.

"You're sure?" Elsa yawned.

"Positive. Now go back to bed. It's almost Christmas Eve." Jack insisted as he dragged himself out of bed, quietly tiptoeing to Laurence's crib. He tiredly smiled as he reached his arms into the crying princes crib, gently picking him up and placing him over his shoulder. "How about we go for a walk, hm?"

Laurence sniffled, burying his face into his father's shoulder. Jack gently patted the princess fuzzy blonde head, opening the door with his foot. He stepped into the hallway and found his way into the library. Jack carried the prince to the window, the snow beginning to fall from the skies as it blanketed the courtyard in a sheet of white powder. He rested Laurence against his forearm, wiping the tears away from the infants red face.

"You alone can make my song take flight," Jack softly sang, kissing Laurence on the forehead, Laurence letting out a yawn as Jack sat on the couch. He brought the prince to his chest as he covered the both of them with a soft blanket.

"Help me make the music of the night."


The Music of the Night belongs to Phantom of the Opera (And Andrew Lloyd Webber + Richard Stilgoe)