Alright so this is the second to last thing I will be posting in this one-shot booklet and that makes me sad D: however it is also the prologue to my new Jelsa fanfiction which I'll be posting I don't know when, and I don't have a title for it either so, please, if you have any suggestions then please tell me!

I hope you all had a great Christmas and wish you an even better new year! See you tomorrow!

Prologue

Elsa picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, her thermal coffee mug in her left hand as she shut the door to the staff room behind her. She was leaving the primary school she taught at surprisingly early on that particular occasion; it was a Friday afternoon and, desperately needing a full two days free, she had worked her butt off all week planning lessons and marking basic maths so that now she really had nothing left to do. Well, nothing she couldn't do on Monday anyway.

"Goodnight." She called to the janitor, who wished her a pleasant weekend in return, and started out of the door, cutting through the playground rather than going through the usual staff exit. Her apartment was only a few blocks from the school if she left through the front gate, so it made more sense for her to go this way than to travel around the back of the school only to walk around again.

"Goodnight, Miss." Piped up a small voice on her left as she walked past the flower garden. Elsa frowned and looked around to see Jamie Overland sat, two hands on his backpack straps and swinging his legs, on the garden wall.

"Jamie?" Elsa frowned, turning to face him completely. "What are you still doing here? Don't you catch the bus home?"

Jamie hesitated and nodded sheepishly. The bus had left a good half hour ago and, for someone who lived in the next town over, he would likely be expected home any minute.

"I missed it." He explained, a little embarrassed. "I got distracted and...I missed it."

"Well have you rung your father? He must be worried about you."

"No, Miss. I-I don't have a phone and the office was already closed." He didn't seem particularly worried, which surprised Elsa. If it had been her at this age she would have been terrified. "But it's okay, my dad will come for me."

The way he said it, so assuredly, as if the heroic appearance of his father was inevitable, struck a chord with Elsa and she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and handing it to the boy.

"Here." She said. "Call your father and ask him to pick you up. Tell him I'll wait with you until he comes."

The look in Jamie's eyes softened Elsa as he eagerly thanked her and began dialing. After a short conversation it was established that Mr Overland would be here within ten minutes, so Elsa decided to wait too and sat on the wall beside Jamie. It wasn't hard for the young teacher to make a little conversation with the boy; he was bubbly and cheerful and, as she was currently his teacher, they were not at a loss of things to talk about.

"Jamie!"

Jamie looked up and around, running excitedly to the gate.

"Dad!" He cried, and Elsa laughed, standing up with the boy. She followed his path and watched as he threw himself at the legs of a tall, slender yet well built man. He looked to be about her age with dark brown hair and eyes to match. He laughed and reached down to place both hands on Jamie's back. Elsa gave a small smile as she watched. It really was an endearing sight, almost like something out of a film.

"Hey, kiddo." Jamie's father was saying. "So you missed the bus?"

"Yeah! I was talking and I forgot...sorry you had to come here, dad. But- Miss Kingsley lent me her phone and she waited with me this whole time!"

"Well then, shouldn't you say thank you to Miss...Kingsley." Jack looked up and halted once he saw her, one hand on Jamie's head. He abruptly straightened and arranged his most charming smile, though not in such a way that it appeared he was trying, of course, and took a step closer.

"Miss Kingsley, right?" He affirmed, holding his left hand out for her to shake. She took it with a smile, trying to ignore the fact that Jamie's father was really attractive and most definitely not wearing a wedding ring.

"And you must be Jamie and Sophie's father. It's nice to meet you, Mr Overland." Elsa was the first to break the handshake as she met his eyes, gaze unwavering. He smiled again, well, smirked really, and Elsa found that while it infuriated her purely on principle she could (unfortunately) see why that particular look worked so well on girls.

"That's right." He replied, cheerfully. "The one and only; but call me Jack. Thank you, for looking after my son; that was really great of you."

"Jack." She nodded. "It was no trouble." Her voice warm and sincere. "It was the least I could do."

"Well, can I offer you a ride somewhere? You know, as a thank you."

Well that was forward.

"Ah-no." Elsa gave a polite, slightly embarrassed smile and shook her head. "That's alright; I only live a few blocks away. But, thank you for the offer."

"Right." Jack nodded and gave a smile back, slightly awkward but not any less sincere. "Well, thank you again and...I suppose I'll see you again soon."

"I suppose so." Elsa agreed, a smile on her lips, though she had her qualms. Since she had been teaching at the school she hadn't known anyone show up to parents evening for either Sophie or Jamie, and they both caught the bus home from school. Their meeting again was unlikely at best. "Have a good day. See you tomorrow, Jamie."

"You too."

"Goodbye, Miss!"

Elsa smiled and walked past the duo, irrationally self conscious. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and didn't look back until she arrived home, though some part of her wanted to; a part she tried to ignore.

Jack, on the other hand, watched after Elsa until she was out of the front gate; observed in turn by Jamie who was laughing silently, too smart to say anything.

"C'mon, dad, Sophie's gonna be home soon!"

"Alright, alright!" Jack laughed as Jamie pushed him from behind, small hands on his lower back. "What, do you want to do your homework or something?"

"No." Jamie defended. "But we need to go. Now stop staring!"

Okay, so he was smart to a fault.

"What-I wa- I- I wasn't staring!"

"Yes you were! Now come on, we're late!"

Jack laughed, sighed and complied, escorting his son to the car, though he couldn't help but be distracted.

"Hey Jamie, does Miss Kingsley stand in the playground when the other kids get picked up?"

"Some days. Tuesdays, I think, and Thursdays because that's homework day, but some days Miss Hanna does it too."

"Oh."