Everyone's commenting about thinking that Azura and Jamie would get together? What guys, seriously that never even crossed my mind XD LOL. Yeah neither Lila or Azura are going to date Jamie...what with the close relation and all...sorry to everyone's that's disappointed about that XD But you'll love who Azura ends up with. He's pretty awesome.

This is like my third most excited chapter to post. You'll all see why :)

Thanks to all my reviewers: Allliiiyyya, lovinglovexx, AtrianRose98, Breezy2319, Lord Edric, Whatsup456, emilyparrish, TheJeweledNotes, watchmockavis, and guestguest

TheJeweledNotes: You think he's going to die? Hmm...hmm...well all I can see is read the chapter below ;)

guestguest: See above not about Jamie/Azura. And it will be a happy ending, I promise.


It was nearly Christmas and Jack was restless.

He woke and walked every space of the castle. He slipped into rooms, through the shadows and remained unnoticed. He was the invisible man he had once started as, silent as a panther, calculating as a predator. But it didn't feel that way to him.

If anyone would have seen, perhaps they would have imagined it was a good-bye. He too, had he been more naive and just from the moon's embrace yesterday, would have believed in those thoughts all too much with the unrealistic hope something greater was coming. But Jack, three hundred years later, knew much better than those childish things.

No, if he had to describe his little tour around, he would say it was remembering. Recalling the spaces in the castle that were built by him and Elsa, that intersected with the new. Just like himself. Here before him stood generations much past his time, walking through the grand hall where Elsa and Anna had found each other, running down the ice-bridge to hop a train back into town to go out to restaurants, see a movie, visit friends that were not as gifted and so on. And Jack, in all his sage wisdom, watched.

First he stopped in the infirmary. There was quite the action occurring there, so his entrance was unnoticed. After four years, his school had expanded to monuments numbers. Being such, not everyone got alone. He had been informed already that morning of a nasty brawl that had started between a summer student, an fall student, and a winter student. Something about a girlfriend between friends and a justice-serving fall student who had foolishly gotten in between the two. Usually it was the spring students doing such goody-good stuff like so. The head nurse was giving the trio and earful, while a doctor bandaged them up. Jamie was buzzing around. It was rather out of the usual; not only had the winter student got hit over the head with a large stone and slightly burned, he had frozen himself, which in the all the years and all the students had never occurred. That is why Jamie was on the scene immediately.

Jamie was a fixture here now. When he was old enough to go to college, all he wanted to do was stay with Jack and the friends he had made here, as a large majority of them were still students well into their 20s. Of course when his mother had seen the pamphlets for collages in Norway, she hadn't taken it well. Firstly, it broke her heart to see her baby want to go so far away. Jamie tried to explain that he didn't want to stay in Pennsylvania, not that it wasn't great, but he wanted to explore. Secondly, money was a big issue. Until a student meekly came forward.

It was a House of Rizpah Summer student. Her father was the head of a large university, and therefore by extension in Jack's large family tree. He had been more than happy to offer Jamie a full scholarship as a thanks for what Jack had done to their family, and promised that he would excuse Jamie to continue studying genealogy and science at the academy at least once a week. After that, his mother had a hard time refusing it.

Jamie had really filled into himself, Jack mused from the back of the walls. When he'd met him, he had been much smaller than the rest of his friends, missing teeth, scrawny, and undoubtably childlike. Now...he'd grown up. He was 20 years old and puberty was a good friend of his, if he had to speak honestly. Jack wasn't blind. He saw the way the females here looked at his nephew. He was tall, thin, muscular, and had a nerdy but attractive appeal to him. Jack was proud of him, like he was his own son. He and Lila were two inseparable friends.

He slipped away and weaved into classrooms. In Lila's room, she was working with the younger students-ages ten and under whose parents that didn't carry the genes usually dumped here for the year in hopes of their child learning to control it's powers- and she was very gentle. In Ingrid's class, which she attended once a week, she was educating high students on Philosophy and Politics. So close to Christmas, it seemed none of the students were really paying close attention. He saw Tyr wandering around the castle with a muffin.

Tyr, now nine, had been half-flabbergasted, half enraged when he finally realized Jack was indeed the Jack from way up the family tree sitting on their mantel. It was a lot to take in, and he felt really stupid for not realizing it. Jack consoled him by reminding him he had only been five.

In Azura's room they were taking a final having to do with defense. After the brush with the mountain lion that had blinded her brother, Azura had worked her ice-powers to the art of war. She was the only one that ever could teach it. It had become an obsession after her immortality was gifted, he'd been told. She never wanted anyone to get into a situation and hurt someone they didn't mean to, and if they had to, to deliver an end quickly without killing or hurting more than necessary. His daughter was terrifying as a teacher.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL AN ICE DAGGER, STARK? PATHETIC!" She screamed at a dark haired boy about the age of 17 who glared at her.

"But I-," He began and Jack chuckled inwardly. Didn't he know not to fight with Azura on things yet?

"NO EXCUSES! DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!" In another life, Azura would have made a great drill sergeant or commander to an army.

He slipped out just as Azula began screaming at another kid, who perhaps didn't deserve it, but it made him chuckle all the same.

It took him the full day to wander around all the grounds, and finally he sat up at his seat as the Headmaster at the dinner table. The room was buzzing. Tonight everyone would be leaving for Christmas vacation. For once, he would be totally alone. Usually there were a few people that stayed, but Ingrid had invited them all back to her house for the two weeks for a family feeling of the season. She had ample room. She had of course invited Jack, but Jack had laughed and said he had lots to do at the castle, and would probably show up on Christmas eve or something, but don't wait up for him. Jamie was going back to visit his family, per usual. Even Azura would be gone, who usually stayed. It's not like she had anywhere else to go, with Jack being her closet living relative at all.

But even in the midst of all that was going on, she had fallen in love with- of all people- the Grimm Reaper. He was a moody looking kid, about the same immortal age of Azura. He didn't say much, he was sort of depressing most of the time. To be honest, Jack had never seen him until Azura did. He was pretty elusive and all.

There had been this kid that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had fallen from an ice thing one of his stupid friends had made. He was only eleven, much too young to be sitting there unable to breath because of a punctured lung and a nasty crack to the head. Azura, who had found him, would not leave his bedside. Then Death appeared.

Azura wasn't even that irritated with the kid that had apparently failed her ice dagger, so just imagine her rage at the idea of The Grimm Reaper who tried to come and take the kid away. Jack had found her screaming in his face, pointer finger repeatedly jabbing his chest with each point she made, and had the poor guy backed up against a wall. Death looked...terrified. That terror morphed into admiration. He let the kid live, if she agreed to meet him somewhere. Azura, miffed and too nice to let the kid die, agreed.

After that...it just happened. Sure, Jack at first was not going to let his baby girl date death, but he calmed down when he saw that she was happy. Admittedly, he would have been glad to see her with anyone...even The Grimm Reaper. If she was lucky enough to find an immortal that she was truly in love with, why should he stand in her way?

She had been very honest about it all when he had asked about a year ago.

"His name is Atanacio Laveau."

"Guzuhntite." Jack teased, and Azura frowned, "Sorry. I just hope Anachocheese-," He began and Azura ticked her tongue.

"You can call him Nash. He prefers it."

"Fine. I hope Nash is good to you." He said honestly, and Azura's eye became liquid. She gave a small smile.

"I know you worry, Dad." She murmured.

"You're my only daughter I still have to look over. I know he's death, but I swear if he hurts you I'll beat him up." He said, and Azura just laughed.

Jack was back with questions when she informed him she'd be going away with him.

"We're visiting his home, dad." Azura had said, as she packed her things. Jack honestly thought they worked well together because she was the only one that had ever the courage to stand up to him.

"The underworld?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone was that of a particularly undesired job that had been just assigned to him.

"Dad, don't make it sound like that. Be happy for me." Azura gave a huff. Jack forced a smile.

"Sounds...warm...enjoyable. I'm sure you'll get really tan there!" His response was acceptable, by Azura's roll of eyes, but clearly a little too forced.

That day, at dusk when everyone else was gone, Azura was waiting. Nash appeared right on time, and there was no words spoken between the men. Jack just glared threateningly in his direction, and Nash met his eyes once but otherwise seemed to ignore him. Jack attempted to turn up the power of his glare when he kissed Azura in front of him. He had long forgotten the feeling of parental protection that surged through his body.

And then...he was alone. He took a glass of wine from the cellar, and went out to the balcony. He sat alone on the ice banister, watching the sun set. The sky was painted with effortless streaks of pink and purple. He popped the cork off, and drank. Merry Christmas to himself.

The moon seemed to be shining brighter than ever before tonight, and Jack resisted the urge to glare at it. Azura was pushing him to forgive the moon. Forgiveness was a virtue, or something like that.

He had to admit, it was unhealthy to hate something so much. It bubbled through his veins and tore him down, wore him out, and exhausted him. It was just for all the time, of course, that he had put into being moody about the moon back when Elsa had died and after he regained his memories.

It was so bright and beautiful tonight. He could remember Elsa and himself sitting on their own balcony, his arms wrapped about her shoulders. They drank wine too and laughed with the moon. The memory brought a smile to his face.

And maybe, he started to forgive the moon a little.

Soon he retreated back to their old room, the grand place they had met with the balcony where he had stepped long ago. There was still the frost patterns, engrained into the ground, where his feet had landed that first day because the awe that was oozing from every portal of him, including his bare feet. He had paused before going into the room, looking at the two frost shapes, and sighed.

He locked the doors, out of habit, put the wine down, and crawled into bed. A dreamless sleep would be a blessing.

Had he been awake, perhaps he would have noticed the way the moon glowed. People in the cities noticed the intensity it shone with that night and called others to witness the strange phenomenon. The moon was almost as bright as the sun. But instead of golden rays, it was silver. He would have noticed the way that all the animals stood alert, heads cocked in the direction of the sky, sniffing the air that was thick with anxiety and the yearning of something that none could ever imagine. He would have noticed how the wind began to pick up, battering trees and running across bare canvases of snow with trickster like laughter. He would have noticed the star that shone like a most perfect ray of light as it descended, tracing a perfect arc across the sky so large and brilliant that people for miles could see it.

But Jack noticed none.

He did however, wake when the winds threw his door open. He groggily woke, wondering with glee how simply that night had passed. Then he realized it wasn't day, it was the moon. And he felt cold for the first time in all his years. On unsteady feet, he padded over to the two doors and stretched, expecting to have to re-fasten the lock and all, since the wind had so carelessly broken it. He would have to have a talk with the Main Spring spirit that employed those jokesters, who often didn't know their own strength. Instead, he woke immediately as he realized that the lock had not been broken, no! It had been unlatched. Someone or something had opened it.

At first, he worried it was Azura. Something must have gone wrong and she had come back in a fit of wind and anger. Oh, he knew there was something no good about Nash. He'd smash his brains in!

"Zur? Are you okay? Azura?" He turned, trying to keep his voice steady without the anger that was already riding with adrenaline. He saw her standing in a corner, faced away, hand out in front of her, as if in shock. What he done?

He grasped his daughters shoulders, straining to see her in the now dim lighting as the moon had quite suddenly retreated, and spun her around. Blue eyes lit and there was a gasp.

"Jack..."

Jack couldn't move. He wasn't breathing, he wasn't even blinking. His lips wanted to speak but they were frozen, the words all catching in his throat like a bad clog, chocking him. His whole body shook, as her face turned in the darkness to catch a singular ray of the moon, which lit up a sliver of her perfect porcelain skin, that glittered like a most beautiful stone. He did not believe it. He couldn't! How cruel was this world, that plagued him with such evil illusions. A singular finger reached out and traced the side of his face, and in that moment he knew it was reality.

He blinked, unable to see by the tears that were rapidly obscuring his vision. It was without a doubt, the most perfectly wonderfully horrible moment of Jack's very existence. This clarity like being stricken down reduced the great Jack Frost, former king of Arendelle, to his knees.

His legs buckled, and Jack cried in front of Elsa.

He got up and threw his arms around her for the most passionate and suffocating hug that anyone could ever receive.

"Elsa..." The name sounded like the most addictive narcotic on his lips, so he said it again, and again, and again. He mumbled it against her hair, where he pressed desperately against her, unable to touch enough of her to prove that she was really here, that it wasn't all going to vanish when he woke up suddenly. She placed both her hands on his face, bringing him back so that she could look at him. Wondrous eyes stared into his soul, and he gave a watery smile through his tears.

She kissed him. It was slow, deep, loving like deep dense magna that was just being awakened, a volcano that had slept for far too long. There was no need, no wonton lust. Jack didn't not immediately feel like throwing them on their bed and doing dirty things, he simply wanted to hold her. He would be damned if he let her go again. When the kiss ended, they pulled apart slowly. He rest his forehead against her own, and they were at the point where words were unneeded. Every gentle touch that the pair made, every thirsty glance, every tear that fell expressed everything that was impossible to say.

Finally, Elsa spoke.

"Is this a dream?" She murmured, pressing her lips against the junction of his neck, her fingers grasping his night clothes in shaky fists.

"I refuse to believe that something so wonderful, so perfect could be the viciousness of just a passing dream." Jack replied, his voice raw and deep, "You're back." He whispered.

Elsa stepped away, and Jack felt the coldness rush in of the emptiness that once she had occupied. Even less than a foot away felt like too much. She looked at him, critically. She glanced around.

"How long has it been?" She asked.

"Elsa, it's 2024. You've been dead for 102 years." He said, and a violent pang hit his stomach, "I've been without you for over a hundred years, and each day I would have spent in agony for this coming, had I known. I didn't mean to, Elsa...you have to know, I didn't mean for what happened to occur!" He said in a large rush, afraid that if she knew how he had left, she would hate him. Elsa touched his hand softly.

"Jack, I couldn't hate you." She said and Jack looked up, surprised. He looked over her. She was not dressed in the ice-gown they had met in, although she looked around that age. Nor was it any of the castle gowns that had spilled from her wardrobe when they had reigned. It was a dress that was magical. It was the kind of magic that his hoodie and pants were. Something fired in his brain, and he took her hand, playing with it softly.

"Elsa?" He questioned, tracing the lines of her hand, "What are you now?" The question did not need clarification. Elsa gave a flitted smile, as if she was privy to a secret-which most likely was the cause.

"I'm not a winter spirit, if that's what you mean." She shook her head, and Jack's heart melted.

"Then you're not magical? Are you just here for tonight...Elsa, I can't lose you again!" He insisted, gripping her tiny hands in a vise grip, symbolizing that he wasn't going to let her disappear.

"Jack." She sighed like so many times before, that kind of sigh where he knew that look was coming. The eye roll look. Yep, there it was, "Why do you assume if I'm not a winter spirit I'm nothing?" She asked.

"Because...aren't you?" He asked, "How could you ever be without your ice? It's part of you Elsa..." He was lost for words, and it felt as though something inside of him died. For some silly reason, it was as if Elsa had betrayed him, purposely chose to give up her magic. It was a passing thought, most likely a ridiculous one, but all the same...

"Oh stop being so dramatic, Frost." Elsa sighed, "I still have my ice magic...I just am in the power of something...better..." She said carefully, a wide smile slipping out from her face, her teeth nervously gnawing at her bottom lip.

Jack was about to ask what when the whole room was plunged into absolute darkness, and there was a clattering and a crash from the balcony. Elsa gave a knowing grin.

"Jack, dear, I believe we have company."


OMGOMGO ELSA'S BACK CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? IT'S THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!

And I love Nash, the grimm reaper :) His last name is Laveau, the famous voodoo priestess from New Orleans. You can look up your own stuff on her.

Atanacio (ah-tah-NAH-see-oh): Greek/Spanish. Means 'without death'.

If you're glad Elsa is back and that this is everything you've been waiting for, review!