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Just so you guys know, this chapter is kind of sad and a filler chapter. :/

Five Years Later

Seventeen year old Elsa was pressed against the door, as usual, in a curled up position. She had been reading a book, but quickly lost interest in it. She let her mind wander, but knew it would only lead back to one particular topic. Jack.

A tear slipped down her cheek. She remembered his grin, how his lit up when Elsa had done something right, and especially his mischievous smirk that was always plastered on his face. She smiled at the memory of first meeting him, how he left a message. Elsa thought for a moment and got up, heading over to the floor near her bed.

She crouched down and lifted up the floorboard, revealing a small, wooden box. She grabbed it and sat back up, placing the board back. She opened it and on top, there was the very letter itself. She looked over his writing more than twenty times, noticing every little detail.

She smiled at how the frost from his touch was still stuck to the worn parchment. Getting up, the princess left the box on her desk and walked back to the door, slipping down with the wood against her back. Elsa felt the tips of her new gloves frost over.

They had been a birthday present from the trolls of the Valley of the Living Rock. The blue dyed hare skin had been soaked in a special substance, to help Elsa control her powers. After all, those little white ones didn't fit anymore nor contain her strengthening powers.

Her mind mulled over all the fun she and Jack had had for the seven years they had known each other. Some she laughed at, some sobbed, and others just smiling a broken smile. He had been her rock, her anchor. The person who kept her sane and calmed her down when her powers became too overbearing.

Elsa looked around her room sullenly. It had definitely taken the turn for the worst when she realized Jack wasn't coming back. The icicles were no longer hanging from the ceiling, small in size. Most of them were speared shape and covered entire walls.

Her parents had to bundle up whenever they came to see her, which wasn't much anymore. Ever since he left, Elsa began to lose control. Her parents didn't understand why or what was happening, they realized they couldn't help her anymore. She sat up and realized something. "I'm never coming out of here again am I?" She whispered to herself, fat tears tumbling down her face, and freezing at her chin. She looked like a scared child. "Jack, come back to me."

Jack was bored. He was lying on a couch at the North Pole, fiddling with his staff. North was in the other room, making ice sculptures. He knew that Tooth would be working and Sandy would be somewhere in Asia creating dreams for the children there. Bunny was doing who knows what at the Warren.

An elf walked by with a plate of cookies and another had a glass of milk. He swiped them out of the hands of the puny creatures and was finished by the time the elves jumped up on the couch. He smirked, handing them back the empty glass and plate.

"Thanks guys, I was getting hungry." The elves shot him death looks. "Elves? Where is my cookies?" North's Russian accent called. The little guys looked panic-stricken, before two new elves showed up with another plate of cookies and milk.

Jack frowned and walked away. "You guys are no fun! And as being the new Guardian of Fun, I would know!" To Jack, it felt like yesterday that he had helped the Guardians defeat Pitch Black. After doing so, he had been sworn into oath as a Guardian.

He walked around the workshop, watching the yetis make toys. "Hey Phil!" He called to one yeti, who looked up and grunted. Jack chuckled and kept walking. Because it was summer, Jack had nothing better to do but hang around the North Pole, occasionally taking a trip to Antarctica for a change of scenery. But North didn't mind, sometimes he even had Jack help out with the toys.

"Jack! Come here please!" North bellowed from his room. Jack pushed off the ground and flew to the third floor, where the room was. He pushed open the door to find North's back facing him, concentrating on something at his work table.

"Yeah North?"

The big man turned around and handed Jack a letter. "Would you fly to Québec and give this to Sandy? I think that's his stop now."

Jack nodded eagerly and flew out the door and south to Canada. It was pitch black (haha no pun intended) and Jack could barely see his own hand in front of his face. Suddenly, up ahead, a golden light appeared.

He grinned and shot forward. He was definitely in the right place. Golden sand danced through the apparently frigid air, seeing that Jack couldn't feel cold, he didn't know. The light the sand gave off became brighter and brighter, until Jack saw the source of it all.

Upon a golden sand made dragon, Sandman sat, lending out his sand to all the children. Jack flew closer and called, "Hey Sandy! I have a message for you from North!" The little golden man jerked his head, a smile upon his face.

He ushered Jack to him and his light beast. He handed Sandy the enveloped letter and watched as he opened it. He nodded as he read it, then folded it. "That's it?" Jack asked blankly. Sandman nodded and waved goodbye, before flying away to his next stop.

Jack sighed and flew down, closer to the towns. He floated by and watched the children's dreams through their windows. It was an amazing thing to watch.

He stopped at one house and watched a little girl's dreams. She was dreaming of her and her sister playing in the snow.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows, feeling a sense of déjà vu. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he decided it worry about that later.

He drifted off, heading back to the North Pole. When he did arrive, he sank down on the couch, falling asleep for the first time in five years.

He had drifted off into a dreamless sleep when a picture came into his mind. Blue, almost the shade of crystals, eyes looking at him with a playful glint.

"Come on Jack! Jack come on!" A voice, belonging to a little girl giggled.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place in Jack's mind. He'd know that voice and those eyes anywhere.

He watched as the girl came into full view. She was sitting on her bed, a pink bed adjacent to her own. The girl was wearing blue, as always, and her hair was in a French braid going down her back. He noticed the gloves on her hands and sighed, exasperated.

She was bouncing on the bed, giggling. "Hey! Be careful!" Jack warned, finding his voice.

The little girl waved it off, still bouncing. Then, as if in slow motion, the girl slipped on the covers and made her way to the floor.

As she touched the ground, she shattered into tens of ice pieces. "No. Nononono." He choked, keeling over and running his hands through the icy shards.

"Jack, come back to me." A voice wavered throughout the room, sounding like the little girl's, only older and more depressed.

Jack dropped the pieces of the little girl. "ELSA." He bellowed.

Jack shot up from the couch, sweating and breathing raggedly. He remembered his dream, a sick feeling swirling around in his stomach.

"Elsa," He murmured hoarsely. How long has it been? He wondered, counting the years on his fingers.

A lump formed in his throat when he stopped at five years. It dawned on him that he had promised to come back. And he hadn't.

He shot up from the sofa and pounces off the floor, flying to Arendelle as fast as the wind could carry him.