Jack braced himself for the rush of cold air and the dizzying feeling, but instead felt... well, nothing. He peeked one eye open, expecting to see the swirling white and blue vortex, but was greeted by the confused blue eyes of Elsa.

"Is is working, Mr. Frost?" she asked slowly, her voice gentle. "Are you going home?"

Jack opened both eyes as he narrowed them at her. "Don't patronize me, your Majesty," he bit back, crossing his arms to mask his embarrassment with defiance. "Obviously this isn't the right clock."

The Queen arched her brow in apprehension. "Or you're just a figment of my imagination, and I've gone mad," she replied as she reached towards him, tentatively poking his cheek. "Extremely mad..."

The Guardian of Fun rolled his eyes as he gently batted away her hand. "You're sane; I promise," he insured, giving the clock in her lap a wary look. "I've just seen way too many movies with time travel, and I'm sure I've caused enough harm as it is."

Elsa gave the pale boy a quizzical look. His whole "time-travel" concept was incredibly bizarre - all her old stories of Jack Frost never spoke of it. Slowly she lifted the her creation from her lap and set it on her bedroom floor.

Jack watched her move and found himself wishing he had an ounce of her grace. He wasn't clumsy, per se, but Bunnymund liked to tell everyone he was. Sure, last Easter he may have mixed the yellow paint with the purple, and Bunnymund might have had to give the children brown eggs, but at least he hadn't broken any - like the year before.

But Jack could tell Elsa never had anyone calling her clumsy - she moved with such elegance; it was mesmerizing. She cautiously stood from her bed, her hands smoothing down the minuscule wrinkles that had formed on her beautiful blue dress. She spared a quick glance at her guest, only to see him gazing at her with his mouth agape.

"Mr. Frost?" she asked warily, her cheeks heating up.

Jack realized what he was doing and shook his head, a light pink tint also accompanying his cheeks. "Sorry, I was just thinking - " he began, before abruptly cutting off. What am I supposed to say? he thought. "I'm just impressed at how un-clumsy you are"? He smiled to himself at how stupid that sounded, before realizing the blonde girl was waiting for him to finish. "Uh, just thinking..."

Elsa nodded slowly, unsure of what to say next. Obviously her makeshift clock didn't do what Jack wanted it to do, and she had no idea how else to help him. She gave him a pitiful look, gazing into his ice-blue eyes. "Well, Mr. Fro - " she began.

"Please, just Jack," he insisted with a shy smile.

"Jack," she repeated, feeling the way her mouth moved as she said his name. She was accustomed to calling everyone by a proper name - except Anna, of course, and being on a first-name basis with this stranger was a bit odd. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

The white-haired boy sighed, a sad smile on his face. "It's fine - we just need to find some other way."

At his words, Elsa took a step back, her expression aghast. "We?" she repeated incredulously, setting her hand against her chest.

Jack stood from her bed, giving her an inquisitive look. "Yes, we," he mimicked, motioning between them with his hands. "Us; you, me - together."

The Queen crossed her arms in protest. "Why me? I have no reason to help you, and I don't appreciate you ordering me around."

Jack huffed irritably. "We went over this, your highness," he sneered, rolling his eyes. "You're the only one who can see me - and I'd like to keep it that way," he added when she opened her mouth to interrupt.

She closed it quickly, narrowing her eyes at him. "Very well, Mr. Frost," she spat, folding her arms across her chest. "The sooner I help you, the sooner you'll be out of my hair."

The Winter Spirit closed his eyes in frustration - he hadn't meant to upset her or order her around, he just really needed to get home. "Look, Elsa..." he started, her name lingering on his tongue peculiarly. "I'm sorry, I just need to get back - people need me."

Elsa looked into his eyes, seeing the sadness and worry. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she slowly sat back down. "If you don't mind me asking," she began shyly, her gaze focused on the ground, "what exactly do you do?"

Jack smirked, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "Well, you've obviously heard about me, and I'm pretty much doing what I did 300 years ago - or about a hundred, in your case."

The blonde bit her lip, attempting to understand. "So... you make it... snow?"

Jack let out a dry laugh. "Yeah; that, and I'm a guardian now," he announced proudly.

Elsa raised her brows skeptically. "To royalty?"

"No, not to royalty, " he replied, shaking his head and smiling slightly - he'd never get tired of telling this story.

Elsa listened as Jack recounted all the events that happened to him after he was chosen to be a guardian. She gasped, laughed, and even shed a tear as he gave her a play-by-play of his journey. She barely noticed as the sun began to set, her focus solely on him.

She felt a connection as he told the story of how he died - to save his little sister. She watched his expressions as he mentally relived the tragic memories, and she knew all too well how it felt.

Elsa couldn't help but feel obligated to help him return home - he was a true hero, and there wasn't a doubt in her mind that he wasn't needed. After he finished his story, they sat in silence, each reminiscing on the past before they found their calling.

"I'll do whatever I can to help you," she spoke suddenly, causing the white-haired boy to look at her in surprise.

"R-really?" he stuttered, unable to help the smile on his face.

"Yes, Jack," she replied sincerely.

He stood from her bed, bowing dramatically. "Why, I'd be honored, your Majesty," he grinned, giving her a cheeky look.

The Queen pursed her lips, holding back a small smile. "I should be the one who is honored," she stated humbly. "You are a guardian, after all - and a hero."

Jack blushed at her praise as he stood up straight, ruffling his hair nervously.

Elsa stood up as well, a gentle smile on her face. "And because of your title, I am honored to have you stay as a guest, here in the castle, for as long as you need."

The pale boy felt touched by her generosity - especially since she had been so skeptical of him at first. He figured his story must have had a significant impact on her, causing this shift in her mood, and he was truly thankful...

But he wouldn't be the Guardian of Fun if he didn't crack a joke.

"So, will we be sharing your bed, or..?"

He suppressed his laughter as he watched the queen turn red in embarrassment.

"You will have your own chambers," she replied, attempting to remain professional. "Far away from mine."

I'm so sorry for the wait! Please enjoy! Or review? :D

Also, I don't own any of these characters!