With part 2 of this crossover tale we see a young and innocent romance blooming in the air.

Sorry about the surplus of typos.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this." Elsa giggled, running along the brook in her bare feet.

Jack, a few paces ahead of her, glanced over his shoulder and said "You deserve it. You haven't left that place in four years."

"Hey!" Elsa struggled to keep up with him. His legs were longer than hers and she had volunteered to carry the backpack with food in it because it was is birthday. "That place is my home." She informed him, panting a little. "And it's been five years."

"My point exactly." Jack stopped abruptly and turned around. "You couldn't have made it through those years without me."

Elsa narrowed her eyes and shoved him playfully in the arm.

"This is a nice spot." Jack declared. "Hand me the blanket and I'll lay it out."

"You're awfully controlling today." She mumbled, grabbing the blanket and handing it to him

"Correction," Jack unfolded the blanket and spread it out over the grass. "I am always controlling. If I wasn't, things wouldn't get done right."

"I'll let it pass just this once." Elsa sighed, settling down on the blanket and spreading her legs out in front of her. She handed Jack a sandwich. "Because it is your birthday."

There was a brief silence while they both ate before Jack nudged her gently. "Thanks for doing this Els. I know it was a big step for you, coming out of the house for the first time in five years, but I can assure you that this is the best birthday present I have ever gotten."

"Speaking of presents,"

"No, no, you don't have to. Your being here is enough."

"I made you this." Elsa was bursting with pride as she handed him a small icy snow globe, similar to the one he had given her five years earlier. "I finally figured out a way to use my powers for good."

Jack stood, dumbstruck, staring at the sparkling glass-like ornament. "It looks like glass." He said quietly in awe.

"It was hard to make." Elsa admitted. "I blew up my desk in the process."

He laughed. "I love it." He hugged her gently.

"I can't believe you're fifteen." She mused. "You're, like, an old man now."

"You're thirteen." He countered.

Elsa laid back on the blanket and stared at the starry sky. "I know." She said quietly.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked, joining her on the ground.

"It's just, so much time has gone by and…"

"Elsa, don't think like that."

"I can't help it."

There was silence.

"I mean, so many years have gone by and I haven't really been living them."

Again, a stretch of silence followed her melancholy statement. Jack took Elsa's hand a squeezed it a little. "You are too living."

"No I'm not." Elsa jumped up and started to walk away from their blanket. Her feet squished into the dirt and where she stepped small frost footprints trailed behind her.

"Elsa!" Jack ran after her. "What makes you think you haven't been living?"

"Well, there is just so much I haven't done."

"Remember when we were little and we used to climb these trees?" Jack changed the subject.

Elsa giggled. "Yes, why?"

"Because, I just had the sudden urge to hang upside down from something like a monkey." Jack jumped up and extended a hand to Elsa.

She took it, and he yanked her over to a clearing in the forest where the trees weren't quite as tall.

In his bear feat, Jack began scrambling up one of the trees branch by branch. He turned back to Elsa, who was in a fit of laughter.

"Jack, we're too old for this sort of thing." She told him.

"No we're not." Jack stated as he continued to climb. "You're never too old to have fun." He hoisted his legs over one of the branches and flung his body backwards so that he was hanging upside down.

"Jack, be careful!" Elsa cried as he swung back and forth.

He reached out and tried to grab her hands but instead tumbled off of the tree to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Jack didn't move. He purposely kept his eyes shut and slowed his breathing, fighting the urge to smile.

"Jack." Elsa's voice became more panicked. She raced over to him and shook his body. "Jack, wake up."

His eyes shot open. "Gotcha." He grinned.

He immediately regretted tricking her when she punched him in the stomach.

-o-

Elsa slammed the door of her bedroom and frost spread from the doorknob up the walls and over the ceiling. She heard her parents and whispering on the other side of the door, and she forced herself not to care about the worry she recognized in their hushed voices.

In a fit of anger she threw her hand out behind her, and felt ice shoot out of her fingers towards the back of her bedroom.

She heard a grunt and whipped around.

"Oh my god, Jack!" She gasped, rushing over to where Jack was crouched down on the floor. "Are you okay?"

Jack groaned and moved himself into an upright position. "Yeah, just a little winded. That was close."

"You mean I didn't hit you?" Elsa asked.

"No, I ducked." He smiled reassuringly at her.

"Oh, thank goodness." Her body slumped in relief. "That scared me."

"Me too." He laughed but she glared at him.

Elsa sighed, stood up and began pacing the room. "This was what I was afraid of. They are getting too strong. I can't control them at all anymore."

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"My parents," Elsa ran her fingers through her hair. "All I did was ask them if I could have a little more freedom and maybe leave the castle once in a while and-. I-. They freaked out and my dad started yelling at me and I got really nervous and I-. I almost-." She stopped and crumpled onto the floor.

Jack noticed the floor frosting over. He crawled over and sat next to her, bringing his hand up and wrapping her into a warm hug.

A few tears dripped from her eyes onto the floor and turned into little round dots of ice. "I am so dangerous Jack." She whispered, her words turning into fog in the cold air. "I don't deserve to experience all the things I am going to miss."

Jack just squeezed her tighter, never wanting to let her go. She trembled in his arms.

"I don't deserve to find true love." She added

"What's been making you think about true love?" He asked, pulling away to look her in the eyes.

"I think I've been reading too many fairy tales." She admitted. "But in all the classic stories, the princess always finds true love and they have a grand ending with true loves kiss and- and it's stupid but-."

Jack silenced her by gently pressing his lips against hers. It was a soft and gentle kiss, but it sent a stream of warmth through her entire body. He pulled away and they both stared at each other for a moment.

Then they burst out laughing.

"That felt funny." Jack observed.

"Funny." Elsa agreed, touching her lips with the tips of her fingers. Her blue eyes sparkled a little as she added, "But in a good way."

Jack nodded and smiled mimicking her hand movement. "My lips are cold." He noted.

Elsa's face fell.

Jack shrugged. "Not in a bad way." When she continued to look distraught, he nudged her in the shoulder. "It actually feels kind of nice. Like sucking on an ice cube on a hot day."

"Ewe." Elsa made a face.

"Oh, come on, you've never done that?" Jack felt a pang of embarrassment. "Like when it's really really hot and your sweating to death. So you just pop an ice cube in your mouth and it is like a wave of cool relief washes over you. You've never done that?"

Elsa glances around the room and the frost and ice clinging to the walls. "I've never had much of a problem staying cool."

"Oh, right." Jack looked down. "Well, I love it. I love that you taste like snow." He stood up and rushed around the room, kissing the patches of ice on the walls.

Elsa couldn't help but chuckle at this display.

He turned a winked at her. "Just call me Jack Ice."

Elsa furrowed her eyebrows. "That sounds stupid." She informed him bluntly. "Frost. I like Jack Frost better."

"Very well." Jack knelt down and kissed her again. "Jack Frost it is."

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