Jack's POV

~Few Hours Later~

I wake up to the feeling of pain. Pain located in my head which causes me to groan because groaning helps in a weird way. My ears catch the sound of someone gasping, followed by a familiar voice saying: "Jack? Jack can you hear me?"

It took me a moment to register the voice and when I do, I don't hold back a smirk. "Yes, Mother. I can hear you just fine." I open my eyes to look at Queen Tara, who was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace with worried eyes, and wince at the bright sunlight that seeped in from the windows.

Windows that belonged to a room that belongs to the Arendelle royals, who are sleeping soundly in their bed.

What the hell? Why are we in Iduna and Agnarr's room?

"Oh, Jack!" Tara says, snapping me out of my thoughts, and next thing I know, she jumps out of her seat and quickly makes her way to me to hug me tight. "You had me worried sick, my son."

I may not be her biological son, but it always warms my heart when she calls me that. La Muerte calls me that too in Spanish, and even though I view her as an aunt, her endearment warms my heart too. "Sorry," I say as I awkwardly hug her back. I'm not really a huggy person, but I never refuse when someone wants to hug me. Mainly because they're already hugging me before I even have time to protest. Cough cough TOOTHIANA cough cough! "So, uh, what's going on? Why are we in Iduna and Agnarr's room?"

She quickly pulls away from me then, the worry back in her eyes. "Wait, you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" I ask, and just like that, the words opened up my memory vault and all of my previous events come flooding back in a rush. "Wait," I say, eyes wide, and before I even knew what my body was doing, I jump to my feet and exclaim: "Elsa!"

But the rush was too much and I'm hit with a dizzy spell. "Whoa," I say as I stumble and swayed, and Queen Tara is quick to grip my arm and hold me steady.

"Jack, you must be careful. You hit your head really hard when you fainted," she scolds, but it lacked her usual scolding tone. It was coated with concern, which I've never seen her express towards me with such intensity before. Did I really scare her that much?

"I'm okay," I try to assure her as I patted her shoulder in a nonchalant manner, "I promise, M.T." And while her eyes did soften at the abbreviation of her title, not all of her worry was erased. "So what all happened after I passed out? Is everything okay?" And by everything I only meant Elsa, the heir to the Arendellian throne.

Tara sits down on the couch that I was sleeping on, taking me with her since she's still holding on to me, and says, "Everything is perfectly fine...I think."

"What do you mean you think?" I ask, not liking that she's not 100% sure.

"Because I don't even know what it was that you did to determine it," she answers, but instead of being annoyed or snarky, she's left in awe. "But from what it appears, everything really is fine. Elsa and Iduna are both in good health, according to the Midwife. The doctor had arrived an hour after dawn and did a second examination to confirm. He had the same results. Jack," she's staring deeply into my eyes now in such seriousness that screamed You better pay attention to what I'm about to say and answer honestly, "what did you do to Elsa to make her glow? What even was the glow? Whatever you did, it healed her, and then you passed out. You've been unconscious for about six hours. So please, no games. Tell me what happened."

And so I do. I tell her everything, not leaving one speck of detail out, and when I'm done, she's left in anger.

"So this whole time it was Pitch," she growls and gets to her feet to stare into the fireplace, her thoughts most definitely raging. "But why?" She turns back around to face me. "Why would he do that? Did Manny say?"

"No," I answer with the shake of my head and a sigh. "He wouldn't even tell me of the side effect that Elsa would have after being saved. His mysteriousness is very annoying. But I think I may know why Pitch did this. You said once before that he was there when Iduna and Agnarr escaped the Northuldra Forest. That he was there to taunt you about what he did. Geez, Tara, he was probably there from the moment King Runeard discovered the Northuldra people and he most likely suck around after your encounter with him. What if he never left our sides? What if he's been watching us, you, this entire fucking time-"

"Watch your mouth."

"Sorry," I run a hand through my hair and lean back against the couch, eyes staring up at the ceiling. "He's sure to have taken notice of the care you have for the royal couple. This was all to get back at you and to gather strength. He feeds off fear after all. Pitch manipulated Agnarr's father's fear, and probably thirsted for that fear again in Agnarr. The fear of a King."

"Of one who thought he was going to lose his daughter and wife," Tara added. "A fear much stronger than King Runeard's fear towards Iduna's people."

I nod, glad she was catching on. "Let's not forget about Iduna's fear too. She thought she was dying before, and then she learns that her daughter isn't going to make it. Her fear plus her husband's must have Pitch surging with power...wherever he may be." My hands curl into fists and I'm glaring hard, my eyes cold. "If you're listening, Pitch," I say, his name like poison on my tongue, "then I want you to know that you're a real piece of shit!"

"Jack, stop," Queen Tara says, "you just woke up. No need to stress yourself into another blackout. Just...try to relax."

"Relax?" I repeat. "How the hell can I relax? He made Iduna sick, but we healed her, so instead he went after Elsa. He failed with her too, and my guess is that he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. Only now it'll be less for the sake of gaining strength, and more for the sake of winning against us. Tara," this time it's me who is staring deeply into her eyes, hard and serious and not going to take no for an answer, "we need to protect this family, especially Elsa. Twenty-four seven, three sixy-five. I'll gladly accept the responsibility of royal babysitter, but I will not accept no for an answer."

I expected her to try to reason with me, to point out the flaws, but instead she agrees, much to my surprise. "Yes, I agree, but you're not going to do this alone. You still have a job to do, bringing Winter to the world. Don't think that you can get out of doing that because of this mishap." I chuckle at this and she goes on. "I'll get with the others and we'll work on a schedule. Will you be okay staying here by yourself? Are you strong enough to defend yourself in case Pitch shows up?"

I nod, genuinely feeling better. "I don't feel as weird anymore, so I'd say I'm doing pretty good. My head is still a little achy, but it doesn't hurt as bad as before. I'll be fine. I'll be strong. For Elsa."

Tara looks unconvinced, but she doesn't fight it. "Okay," she says, then smiles. "I probably shouldn't say this since I know it'll get to your head, but," she chuckles, "you're a hero now, you know that?"

"I wasn't before?" I tease, which causes her to roll her eyes.

"I'm serious, Jack," she says, her smile faltering a little. "We almost lost her, but you saved her. You saved the heir to Arendelle's throne. She's very much alive because of you. Your frozen kiss, the frost that you had planted on her, that magically lit up and was absorbed into her body, saved her somehow."

"Well, I mean," I say, feeling sheepish at the praise but also enjoying the hell out of it, "Manny had already given her life a blessing to be spared. I just had to activate it."

But Tara shakes her head. "No," she says as she starts to walk past the couch, walking toward Elsa's cradle, which stood right next to the King and Queen's bed. The couple are still both sound asleep, and despite being unconscious for a few hours, I felt sleepy too. Exhausted really. And since I can't hear any noise from Elsa in her cradle, I think she's asleep too.

Asleep. She's quiet because she's asleep, not because she's dying. She's quiet because she's sleeping and is alive! So very much alive, from what Tara had said.

"That may be the case, yes," Tara continued once she reached Elsa's cradle, looking inside with a fond smile. "But I think there's just a tad more to it." She stops talking and reaches her hand inside the cradle, and for a split second, I'm jealous.

Tara is able to touch people because she doesn't need believers, but I do. I need believers to be heard and seen and touched. I bet Elsa's skin is soft. They say babies have the softest skin. I wonder if it's softer than both Tooth's and Lucille's feathers combined. I'll never forget the look of horror on Lucille's face when I had touched her wings without permission.

That was the day when her fist taught me how to ask for consent first and not once have I ever broken that rule again with anybody. I'd rather not get punched in the face again. No one ever told me that it hurts like a motherfucker.

Lucille may be called Cupid and she may be the Guardian of Love, but holy shit is she a violent and snarky person. I mean, don't get me wrong, she really is nice and caring, but she's not afraid to throw hands. She may have angel wings, but she is no angel. That's for sure.

"Is she soft?" I blurt out without meaning to, my mouth having a mind of its own.

If Tara's face was surprised, I didn't see it because of her back being to me, but when she turns there's a smile on her face. "Very soft. Do you want to come feel?"

"I'll go through her," I say, not skipping a beat, and leaving it at that.

Tara snorts and, not gonna lie, it hurt. She knows that this is a touchy subject for me. "If that's the case," she says, removing her hand from Elsa to place on her hip, while her other hand held on to the rim of the cradle, "then how on earth were you able to kiss her forehead?"

I'm silent as her words registered in my brain, which was quick to short circuit because oh my snowflakes she's right! "W-Wait, that...that's not...Manny blessed her," I try to reason, not getting my hopes up. "That's the only reason why I was able to touch her."

"Well," Mother Nature starts, "what makes you think you can't anymore? Maybe your heroic act linked you to her. Maybe she's your first believer. Don't be afraid. Being afraid is what started all of this."

And she had a point. If it wasn't for King Runeard we probably wouldn't be where we are now. So without further ado, I'm on my feet and I'm slowly walking toward her and the cradle, trying to be prepared for what I knew was going to happen.

"I hope you know," I say as I walked to her, "that if this goes the way that I know it will, I am holding you 100% responsible for hurting my feelings." And of course, I'm kidding.

Partially.

When I make it to the cradle, my heart swells at the sight. Elsa was already cleaned up a little since the last time I saw her hours before, but now she's even cleaner than what she was then, most likely partaking in a second cleansing when the doctor had came to visit, and she is now wearing a cute little white dress that matches her hair. I wonder what must have gone through her parents' heads at the sight.

"Did the doctor say anything about her hair?" I ask Tara, never taking my eyes off of the cute little baby that will one day rule this kingdom. The light blue blanket that must have covered her earlier was now at her feet and when Tara answered me, I pull the blanket back over Elsa's tiny body. God, she's so tiny. So fragile. Like all premature babies are.

"Only that it's strange, but is nothing to be worried about," says Tara, whose eyes I felt on me instead of the newly born princess. "You said that the Bewilderbeast's blood is the cause of it, correct?"

"Yeah," I answer, still looking at the sleeping baby. I've seen my fair share of infants, but Elsa is definitely the most adorable baby I've seen in a long time. It's probably the hair.

"And that she's able to communicate with dragons because of it?" Tara went on.

"Also, yes. It's what Manny said. Why would he lie?"

"How extraordinary," she breathes in awe. "If those are the side effects of the blood, then what is the side effect of your kiss? You said that Manny mentioned there being one, but that he didn't tell you what it is. Any ideas?"

I shrug, wishing that I knew and hating Manny for being so secretive. "No ideas over here, but then again, I did hit my head pretty hard."

Tara giggles and says nothing more, allowing silence to fill the room. She was watching me watch Elsa, waiting for me to reach my hand out and caress Elsa's chubby cheek, and while I wanted to, my fear was holding me back. Fear that I knew I need to get under control. I will not give Pitch anymore strength. I need to be strong.

But how can I when I can't even touch the princess?

Now, I know I don't need to be able to touch her to protect her, but if there's a situation where she needs to be carried away to safety, how can I do that without being able to make contact? I guess I could put her in a basket and carry her in that. But where the hell do I find a basket at?

"Are you going to try or not?" Tara suddenly says, breaking the silence and making me jump a little. "Because it's very important that I meet up with the others. There's much I need to discuss with them, especially about you being awake now. North had wanted to take you back to the Pole, but I was too afraid of moving your body too much. Plus," she smirks and sticks her hand inside the cradle to caress Elsa's cheek one more time, "I figured you want to see her as soon as you woke up."

"Well, you're definitely not wrong about that," I say and hesitantly bring my hand up. Tara, upon seeing this, steps aside to give me more room, and patiently waits in silence. However, I bring my hand down and sigh. "I can't, Tara. I'm too cold for her. What if I wake her?"

Queen Tara throws her head back and groans in a very unqueenly fashion. "Oh Heavens above! You are such a coward."

Say what now?

"Am not!" I huff out, probably a bit too childishly.

"Oh yeah?" She's smirking and it annoys me. This must be what Bunny feels when I smirk at him. "Prove me wrong."

Ah so that's what this is. Reverse psychology or whatever the hell you call it. Might as well just get this over with. The faster it's done, the faster we can move on. "Anyone ever tell you that you're pretty annoying?" I say to her as I gathered the courage to lift my hand.

"No," says Tara, "but I'm sure you get that a lot." And of course...she's right.

And so, without a second thought, my hand is back up and then it's going back down, toward the baby this time, and right when the back of my fingers were an inch away from her cheek, I close my eyes and expected to feel the familiar tingling sensation that happens when I go through someone.

But I don't.

Instead I feel skin against mine. Soft skin.

And my eyes fly open and my heart is racing and...and...

And I see that my fingers are touching Elsa's cheek...

And that she's not bothered by my coldness.

And that...my vision is blurry.

I'm crying.

I pull my hand away to quickly erase the tears that fell down my cheeks, which are no longer cold and are instead tremendously hot. God this is so embarrassing. I hate crying in front of people, even if Tara is one of the most nonjudgmental person I know.

I know she saw, but luckily she said nothing as I composed myself, and I'm grateful for it. My blushing would have intensified if she had said anything, and since I'm a cold creature, I really cannot stand the heat. "So...um..." I clear my throat and continue to avoid her eyes. "That's new." But on the inside I'm freaking out.

Like a lot.

HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT!

"Jack," Tara breathes out, a little laughter in her voice, and when I finally look at her, I see that she's crying too, and it honestly made me feel better. "You have a believer."

And yet I still refused to believe it. "No, that...that's not possible. She has no idea who I am. She has no idea who she is or what's going on or-"

"Magic calls and answers to magic," she interrupts, the same words she had said to me last week with the Bewilderbeast. "She may not be a being of ice, but it was two ice beings who helped bring her here." She's grinning now before she continues. "Congratulations, Jack." And she means it, while I...don't know what the actual fuck is going on.

So I say nothing and stare back down at Elsa, as if she could give me an answer, but all I get is silence, followed by a little stirring. When she had stirred, her head had turned my way, which it now rests, and a little drool was oozing out.

This causes my lips to crack into a smile, and being much bolder now, I reach my hand back in to wipe it away. My action causes her lips to curl into a smile and seeing it literally killed me! Jesus Christ, she is so freaking adorable! Can I just kidnap her and take her to the Pole to live with North and I? I'll be the most amazing older brother ever.

I mean...I already was the most amazing older brother ever. After all, I died saving my sister. If that's not considered being the most amazing older brother ever then I don't know what it. And to be honest...I'd die all over again with no hesitation when it comes to saving Elsa. My new sister. I don't regret saving Emma, and I won't regret it in the future with Elsa should something like that happen.

Which I pray won't ever come to occur.

"Your name is very similar to my sister's," I say to the princess as I wipe her drool off of my finger and onto her blanket. I then move that same finger toward her tiny hand, just to see what her itty bitty fingers felt like, and to my surprise, all of her fingers wrap around my one large one, squeezing tightly in her sleep.

"Aww," Tara cooed, "how cute!"

"Yeah," I agree, chuckling, but secretly freaking out internally again because of how strange it is to be touched by a mortal. "She's got a strong grip too, by the way. That's definitely a good sign of health."

But then...something happened.

I didn't know what it was at first, but what I did know was that my finger that the princess was holding was tingling. Not like the sensation I get whenever someone goes through me, but something...far more pleasant.

And then I see it.

It slowly creeped out from beneath her fingers, painting my own finger and covering my skin all the way up to the nail.

Tara and I both gasp, and while I was at a loss for words, Tara is quick to say: "Jack! What are you doing?"

"It's not me!" I hiss, my body completely frozen even though it was only my finger that is covered in frost. Yeah, that's right. Frost.

FROST!

Frost that did not come from me.

Which can only mean one thing.

It came from her. Baby Elsa.

"Are...are you seeing this?" I say, full of disbelief as my voice came out in a shaky voice. "Is this for real? Tara, is this for real?!" Because this all feels like a dream. There's no way that...that this baby...has powers like me.

She's like me!

The only other beings of ice that I've known of for centuries were the Winter Fairies of Pixie Hollow, and then just last week I discovered that there are ice dragons, which absolutely blew my mind (by the way, I'm still salty that Tara never mentioned them before). But this? A human baby coating my finger with frost? This is way more shocking than the ice dragons! Like...by far!

Because with there being a human with powers like me, the powers of Winter, I finally have a friend like me than I can actually do things with. The Winter Fairies are cool and all, there's actually one fairy I'm rather fond of, Periwinkle, but she and the rest of her kind are only 2 inches tall. The kind of fun I like to do is pretty extreme and would most definitely kill her. In the words of Queen Tara, "You can't throw a snowball at a fairy!"

Tara has the ability to shrink and grow people, and she's shrunk me before to hang out with the Fairies of Pixie Hollow, but that only happened once. You see, out of all of her abilities, shrinking and growing people takes the most energy out of her. She's been alive for eons and to this day she still hasn't improved her strength in that department. So, being the ever generous adopted son that I am, I vowed to not ever waste her energy on me like that again. The Fairies and I may not be able to have snowball fights, but we still get along quite nicely in our normal sizes.

As for ice dragons like the Bewilderbeasts and Snow Wraiths, I just found out about their existence last week so I haven't really had the time to seek them out and befriend them. But befriending and taming dragon is dangerous and takes time, time that I barely used before and time that I certainly no longer have now. Plus, there's no way they'd be able to throw a snowball properly. I think they'd cheat too with their tails. They got some real strength in those limbs.

Elsa though...she's perfect.

Unlike the fairies, she'll grow, and it will be in a manner that is one of a human woman and not of an enormous ice dragon (maybe); she's also not dangerous like a wild Snow Wraith is. I won't have to tame her to befriend her. Well, actually, she might be a little dangerous when she's older and needs helps controlling her powers. I know I needed a lot of help with my powers after my rebirth. There was a lot of ice and snow during those first few years. I almost created a second ice age.

"I-I am seeing it, Jack," came Queen Tara's wide eyed reply, mouth agape and I'm sure mine's the same way. "And I think that this might be the side effect that Manny mentioned. I knew there was more to it!"

And once again...HOLYSHITHOLTSHITHOLTSHIT!

"Jack, I'm not entirely sure, but," she stops her sentence, unsure if she should go on, but I urge her to continue.

"But what? What were you going to say?" I ask, trying to keep my focus on the beautiful Mother Nature and not the beautiful frost that now paints my finger.

She doesn't answer for a moment, until finally she does. "What if your kiss gave her some of your powers? What if...what if you gave her some of your soul? That would literally make her your other half."

My other half? Oh geez, that sounds weird as hell. "Ew don't ever say that to me ever again. She's a child, Tara!

"That's not what I was suggesting," Tara growls, but composes herself with a sigh. "Now I definitely need to fetch the others. I'll be back and for the love of everything, don't do anything stupid."

My usual response to that is that I don't make promises, but because of all the weird shit I had endured, all I managed to say is: "Okay."

Next thing I know, she's pulling out a snow-globe from her dress pocket, does the usual, and then she's gone. Leaving me alone with the baby with so many titles. Elsa. Princess Elsa. Soon to be Queen Elsa. Your highness. Heir. Baby girl. And so on. And yet, there was only one nickname that I could agree with.

"Is she right, Snowflake?" I say to the sleeping princes. "Was it me who gave you some of my powers? Was it my frozen kiss that gifted you? You can control ice, snow, frost, and you can talk to dragons. Two ice magics flow through your veins. You really are one of a kind." I smile fondly and rub her cheek with my thumb, the one on the hand she was still holding. "Is it also true that you have half of my soul? I didn't think Manny would take me literally when I yelled that at him. That's probably why I passed out then."

Though her eyes were still closed, her lips reached into a smile again. Can she hear me? Whether she does or not, I know that one day we'll be having actual conversations and have the most fun the Guardian of Fun can bring. And while I know I'm able to touch her. I'm still not entirely sure if she can hear and see me; I'm not entirely sure if she believes. If she does, GREAT! If not then...then I'll make her believe. I'll find a way.

And if I don't then...then that's okay. No matter the outcome, I'm going to spend a good portion of my immortal life being at her side, as her Guardian. I'll be whatever she needs me to be if she ends up believing in me. I'll be a brother, a friend, a supporter, an adviser, a weapon...whatever she wants me to be I swear to it that I'll be that for her. But no matter if she believes or not, I will always be her Guardian. I swear to it that I'll always be there to protect her even when she can protect herself with her powers.

I, Jack Overland Frost, do solemnly swear that I will protect the newly born Princess of Arendelle with my life...and Princess of Winter too, for she was born on the Winter Solstice.

So not only does Arendelle have a princess...

Winter does too.

And I'll protect her until her very last breath.

Or until mine.

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A.N: If my calculations are correct, there is one more "prologue" chapter until we start to pick up pace with the story, which will either start at Elsa's Coronation or when our other character's get their invites for it. We shall see. Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to hear some of your ideas too. Drop a comment and interact with me! It means a lot :D

Also I hope you don't mind the cussing. I find it effective in expressing emotion.