A/N: I love the Paperman cute short 4 minute film soundtrack, so I used it as inspiration for Jamie's flying adventure! Enjoy! I may have Jamie and Patience do a little singing of a song of MY writing this time to mix it up. I will however, return to Elsa as well. I know that she is a big part of this as well and I feel like it's time for her to pop back in, yeah? As a reminder I own the OC Patience and her story etc. ROTG and Frozen Characters I obviously don't own though I like what I've done with them, though I want to see a bit more of Kristoff and Anna. The story focuses on jack Frost, so I'm sorry to Frozen fans who want more Olaf time ahah. However, I do need more Elsa! The song the trolls start to sing is written by me. No stealing! Enjoy!

It had been a few days since the incident with Jack Frost. Elsa had returned to the party but her energy had been depleted. Anna felt guilty, thinking it was all her fault for not getting a story from Jack straight up. Kristoff said if Jack showed up again, he'd take care of him personally and even Olaf and Sven backed him up on this. Olaf hated seeing anyone hurt his Elsa or Anna. Elsa retreated to her room, and sat at her desk, looking over the paperwork she had to sign on trade status with the neighboring lands. She picked up a piece of paper, and it was blank. Elsa couldn't forget about that boy. She knew she should. She knew that it was in her best interests. But something had just felt...right about him. She didn't know why she felt this way, or why she was being childish. Love at first sight was just a fairy tale after all. She was reality. She looked to her closet. Standing up, she went over to her closet and she pulled out her blue and white travelling hood. She could go short sleeved in winter, but her sister Anna had given it to her for her birthday and it was just too pretty. The inside was a soft white fleece and Elsa closed her eyes, slipping it on over her head. It covered her snow dress she had created for herself a year ago and she tied her hair back up into its bun. She didn't want to be recognized. She walked slowly and purposefully back over to her desk. Sitting at it, she pulled to herself a few pieces of spare parchment from a drawer. Staring at it, she got out a quill and ink. She inked the pen and touched the tip to the page. A drop fell onto the page.

Not a drop of ink though.

A tear.

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut tight, telling himself that he was on a boat, that he wasn't flying in the sky. And he definitely wasn't the one clinging to a pretty spirit girl who represented Halloween. Patience giggled, quirking a brow at the terrified Jamie. She could smell his fear, but she smiled at him, looking over her shoulder. "C'mon Jamie! A little flying never hurt anyone!" She laughed and she let her hands go from the broom. She put her hands out like she was a plane. Jamie's eyes widened.

"A-Are you crazy! I'll fall!" He gulped, blinking. She merely turned back to him and she whistled at her broomstick.

"A little fear is healthy!" She giggled. "But so is having a little fun!" She did a 360 and Jamie and her both came off of her broomstick. She whooped with glee while Jamie yelled in fear but the broomstick caught him and he clung to it, his eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly they popped open. He looked around himself. "Patience!" He yelped. He heard a giggle and looked to his left. She was on another broomstick? He blinked. It didn't look as finely crafted as the one he was one. That one just looked old and beat up. She smiled at him.

"Awww, you were worried about me!" She giggled.

Jamie blushed. "O-Of course I was! You fell from...from very high!" He refused to think about just how high they were, instead, focusing on her greeness. She was so...so green. But she looked pretty despite this fact. Jamie wondered if it made him racist to dislike the color green. Green wasn't so bad...it's not like everyone was green. Then again, not everyone could talk to the spirits of the holidays and fairy tale stories, Jamie grimaced.

"You're so funny, Jamie Bennett!" She giggled as she hopped up onto her broomstick, as though surfing on it. Jamie's eyes widened. She looked really pretty in the moonlight, her cloak whipping behind her, her dress flapping around her knees, her short hair winded as one hand gripped the brim of her hat to stop it from flying off. Amongst the clouds, Jamie found a whole new appreciation for Halloween. "Go on, open your eyes! The Broomstick won't steer itself!" Jamie's heart sank. He'd hoped that was kinda the point.

"I- Are we close?" He asked urgently, gripping his broomstick tighter. It was cold and his teeth were starting to chatter. She smiled at him.

"Hey, come on...it's not that scary," she said gently.

Jamie shook his head. "I don't like heights, ok?" He gulped. "I-It can't be cured with just one flying lesson!" He knew it sounded ridiculous but seriously. Seriously. How did his Sunday night lead to this?

"Almost there, but come on, open your eyes!" She chirped.

Jamie wondered suddenly if other people could see him. He looked down. His eyes widened. They were flying over the entire state of ..."Massachusetts?" He felt something slip out of his pocket and he looked down with a gasp. The moonstone floated in front of him and Patience. Patience halted her broomstick, blinking at the moonstone with Jamie. It glowed brightly, growing to it's normal size, and the glow was so bright that both Patience and Jamie squinted.

"Jamie!" a familiar voice called from behind Jamie. Jamie and Patience turned their heads to see Jack Frost surfing towards him. Jamie's face lit up with tearful relief. It quickly darkened to anger though.

"So you did finally show up, huh..." Jamie sounded cold. He noticed right away that Jack's eyes were brown? He was annoyed though at the moment. "Why are your eyes brown?"

Jack was relieved to find Jamie was alright. After seeing that previous memory, Jack knew for certain, that Jamie was his great great great Nephew...but Jack knew if Pitch knew what Jack knew was true, Jamie would be in even more danger. Jack wanted more than anything to hug Jamie and tell him it was alright but Jack realized, he couldn't recreate his sister through Jamie. It'd been 310 years. He gulped, though sensing Jamie's anger. He knew why. Jack had visited Jamie alot during snow days...but when Jamie started being bullied for having an imaginary friend, Jack had been told it'd be best to let Jamie finally "grow up" . He didn't know how to word his apology.

"Jamie, I can explain my absence these past...these past-" Jack started.

"Five years...Five years you left...and I didn't know if you were real anymore...and your eyes are brown..." Jamie's voice sounded hurt. Patience hovered near them, remaining silent. Jack swallowed. He scratched his head, and spotted the giant glowing stone behind Jamie and Patience. He also noticed Patience's outfit.

"...Um...I'll give you a full heart-felt apology in a moment, but can you answer me something?" Jack asked, pointing to the glowing stone. "Who is she, and what is the moonstone doing hovering like a lighthouse light in the middle of the state of..." Jack looked down. "Massachusetts?"

"Oh hello, I'm Patience...but you can call me Karrel, it's much more in, I think," Patience said cheerfully. Jack furrowed his brow.

"Patience?" He felt like that sounded like an old name. She was green. Jack crossed his arms. "Lemme guess, you're the spirit of All Hallows Eve?"

She clapped her hands. "Yep! Boy, you're smart!" She sounded happy. Jack could tell she wasn't a bad guy. He scratched his head, at least relieved that he didn't need to fight anyone right now. Jamie didn't count because well, it was more of a verbal fight. He gulped and held up his hands. Jack would've commented on never having met her and stuff but he knew right now was not the time to get side-tracked with long introductions.

"Look, Jamie...please...just ...just tell me how you got the moonstone here...or is Pitch?" Jack tensed, looking around. Jamie furrowed his brow and sagged his shoulders, huffing, finding that he was more relieved to see Jack than angry, though he did feel like he deserved an explanation for Jack randomly up and leaving.

"You didn't even say goodbye..." He said softly. Jack swallowed.

"Look...things were...things were complicated," Jack explained.

"So you abandoned me because things were...complicated?" Jamie sounded incredulous.

"What, no...what I mean is...things...things got ...busy..." Jack felt himself digging himself suddenly deeper.

"Really? Is this how you say goodbye to everyone? Just leave? Don't even say sorry?" Jamie turned his face away. Jack felt a deliberate blow to his gut with that verbal attack. He thought guiltily to how he'd at least said I'm sorry in frost to Elsa of Arendelle. Elsa...Jack's heart sank. He felt like he was getting a blow from all fronts. It didn't help that the light of the moonstone got really bright. Jack raised his hand and his eyes widened as he realized what happened. The light that had been so bright before, was suddenly covered by...dark shadows! Pitch was trying to take the moonstone!

Elsa put up her own hood, having finished writing her letter. She folded it and hesitated, before she got up from her seat at the desk. She left the room and crept down the hallway. It was daytime and she didn't want to look suspicious. Anna spotted her as she was coming out of her room and she ran over to Elsa. "Elsa!" Anna said happily. She paused noticing Elsa's attire. "Oh you look lovely in that!" Anna's eyes sparkled. "The stitched in snowflakes look so good with your sense of style!" She clasped her hands together. "You going for a walk? May I come along? Oh please say yes, I've been dying to talk with you!" Elsa was overwhelmed by her sister's energy. She would've laughed normally but she shook her head, drawing herself up to her formal height and air.

"I wish to walk alone," she said politely.

Anna frowned. "But sister, it's been-"

"Enough, Anna," Elsa said turning away. "Please...just...just watch over things here until I get back...alright?" Elsa knew that her sister was reliable though very energetic at heart. Anna felt confused as to why her sister was pushing her away. Hadn't they made progress this past year? What could possibly be on Elsa's mind that would come between the sisterly bond they shared? Anna's eyes widened.

"Is it...Is it Jack?" she asked softly.

Elsa looked away. "...No, It's just...I think a breath of fresh air would help with my nerves," she said, cracking a small smile. Anna nodded.

Elsa left without another word. She had heard about Pabbie from Kristoff. She understood that Kristoff had been adopted by trolls, the very same trolls that had saved the life of her sister back during the accident when they were younger. How her father knew Pabbie remained a secret to Elsa, however she wasn't going there to ask about how the trolls knew her father. She was going for a different reason. A reason of the heart. She knew it was stupid, but if a love expert couldn't help her, Elsa didn't know who could.

Back in the skies of Massachusetts a fight was breaking out between Pitch and Jack. However, Patience didn't like Pitch either and she joined the fray. "Oh no you don't!" Patience shot some purple magic at the shadows, causing them to shriek and retreat. Pitch hissed, because he wanted to get that girl on his side. However, it looked like the Bennetts had beat Pitch to converting her to being a goody two shoes. NO matter, Pitch still had another Ace up his sleeve. "I-I'll get help!" Patience gulped.

"There's no time for that!" Jamie yelped, as Pitch cackled, enshrouding the boy in shadows. Jack and Patience were pitched into the shadows as well.

"Jamie! Look out!" Jack exclaimed, quickly grabbing his staff from under his own feet and trying to stay in the windy draft in order to point his staff at the dark clouds that Patience managed to dodge. Unfortunately, Jamie wasn't so lucky and he yelped as the fog engulfed him. Jack narrowed his eyes. "Oh no you don't, Pitch!" Jack declared and he brandished his staff.

"Oh, your fear...I can smell it...of having no one believe in you...least of all...Jamie..." Pitch sneered. Jack narrowed his eyes, and he heard a yelp to his right, seeing Patience get hit with some shadows. He moved towards her but saw from the corner of his eye, Pitch holding Jamie by shadows, in mid-dair, and Jamie looked terrified, though he struggled and kept saying how he wasn't scared. Jack prayed he pinpointed Pitch and he shot an icy blast that crackled through the entire fog, lighting up the entire surroundings in a brilliant blue blast of light. Jack roared. "LET JAMIE GO!" Pitch cackled however, and Jack's eyes widened as he heard a yelp in the fog. He squinted, it was really hard to see. Pitch cackled from all around Jack.

"I don't need to...you've already done my job!" He sneered, and the fog lifted as quickly as it'd come and there, frozen, mid-fall off the broomstick, was Jamie. Jack's eyes widened in horror. No way! He...he couldn't have. Jack's heart sank. No way he hit Jamie...oh no. Oh no. Pitch turned confidentally away from Jack. "Come my shadows! Take the girl with you!" Jack gasped, his eyes widening. He flew to save Jamie who was falling, broom and all, but suddenly the moonstone shone brightly on them all. Pitch hissed at how bright the light was. Jack however, whipped up a huge snow storm around himself...he felt a fury like he'd never felt before. This boy was a piece of his sister's memory and Pitch nearly had Jack destroy him. Jack's eyes lit up, a brilliant blue.

Pitch just went and made it Personal.

Patience gasped, and had grabbed Jamie already with magic, and hovered him near her. The snowstorm Jack was whipping up was nose-biting. It didn't snow. It began to hail...Everywhere. Jamie was hurt because of him. Jack felt a deep despair and the blinding light was the only thing that threw him off as he roared, lunging himself at Pitch with fulll throttle, forgetting about everything else.

VrrrrreeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!

It sounded like a sharp high pitched humming reached Jack's ears and his eyes snapped open and he gasped, drawing breath haggardly and sitting up. His eyes widened. He was on the ground? Snow was around him? He looked around. Wasn't he lunging at Pitch? No...He felt a headache. He looked to his left and gasped, seeing his staff on the ground not far from him. He scrambled over to it, shivering from the cold. He gripped the staff but realized that his magic, had been juiced out of him by his fury at Pitch. He hung his head in shame. He used his power for self-gain. True he'd been angry, but he'd let his emotions best him and now he was juiced. He wondered if he looked human. He heard a groan to his left and his eyes widened. Patience was straightening up, blinking and rubbing snow off of herself, and...and Jamie..."JAMIE!" Jack desperately began to dig in the snow. Patience sought to help him and together, they had no success. They were in the mountains, and a growling came from their right and left. Jack groaned. Wolves. Not again. Patience however stood up and she picked up Jack's staff. She handed it to him.

"Come on, Jack... Jamie's not here..." she said sadly. "It looks like we were sucked through a portal by that moonstone..." she pointed to the moonstone that hovered near Jack's head. Jack tried to grab it but it floated away from them and towards a rather lumpy pile of snow.

Suddenly, they both heard a gasp and turning their heads, they saw a familiar tussled brown haired head pop out of the snow, teeth chattering. Jack couldn't believe it. Jamie was ok. He was alright! Sure it'd cost Jack all of his juice, but...it had worked, and that was the important thing, right? "Jamie!" They both exclaimed and they both ran over to him, helping him out of the snow.

"C-C-C-Cold..." Jamie chattered. Jack gripped the staff in his hand and he threw his arms around Jamie to Jamie's surprise. Jamie's eyes widened but he hugged Jack back in a bro-hug like way with an awkward back pat.

"You're alright..." Jack choked.

"...Of course...I'm a Bennett...we're...uh...known for being...stubborn, 'member?" Jamie cracked his first real smile. Jack laughed out loud, despite the growling wolves around them.

"Jamie, I will never leave, ever again...but ...I'm out of juice...think you can help me out?" Jack asked, a twinkle in his eyes. Jamie smiled back at Jack. He knew that Jack felt devastated at what had happened, he felt it and he understood that when he'd been frozen by Jack, he'd seen the look of horror on Jack's face. Jamie nodded his head.

"You already know that I believe in you...and though I doubted you...now I don't..." Jamie's own eyes twinkled.

Jack felt his heart warm. He didn't feel useless. He had a purpose. The wolves surrounded them suddenly and Jack was forced to face reality. However, the moonstone hovered in front of them all. Jack brandished his staff at it. "Man In The Moon...it's about time you showed yourself!" he declared. However the moonstone only glowed brightly. It's light faded and Jack picked up the dormant stone in his hand. It had shrunk to pocket size but he felt a tap on his shoulder. Jamie held out his hand.

"I'm not sure why...but I feel like I'm supposed to hang onto it..." Jamie said.

Jack furrowed his brow but he didn't distrust Jamie. He handed it over, though it was his only link to the Man In The Moon. Jamie gasped, pointing to Jack's hair. "Jack...your hair...it's...it's turning...brown..."

Jack knew his hair was turning brown. He knew because of how much colder he was becoming. He was chattering as well as he nodded frigidly in response. Patience clapped her hands together. "Ok~ Let's get you boys to my lair...and uh...we'll discuss what is going on from there! I've never had guests! This'll be fun!" She giggled, back in a good mood. She twirled her wand above her head, and Jack, Jamie, and her dissappeared in a flash of cute purple smoke, leaving behind 3 Jack-O-Lanterns each with their own picture. One had a picture of a boy on a broom. The other had a witch on a broom. The third, had a boy holding a staff, and a glowing stone behind his left shoulder. The wolves snarled and snapped, confused as to why their prey suddenly up and left. Sniffing, they finally left.

Elsa made it to the Valley Of The Living Rock. She looked around. She wanted to talk to Pabbie but she realized that she had been so busy with her duties as Queen, that she'd never really had the chance to just visit Anna's adoptive family. "You came," a kind voice said from behind her. Elsa turned around and saw Pabbie blinking up at her respectfully. She looked around, noticing the blinking eyes of many others. She could hear music suddenly magically start but before the trolls could open their mouths -she'd been warned by Kristoff of their love for singing love songs- she held up her hands. However the trolls went right ahead anyways.

" Life isn't all fun and games, there are times when you want to run away..." One of the trolls began to sing, and Elsa didn't know who it was. She hadn't really learned their names. Another troll popped in front of her continuing. "Life is beautiful as it is strange... However, how can you see the change if you're the one who stays the same? Let your heart go, let it fly, let it be free to take to that infinite sky...you only have this moment, you feel in the now...oh sweet child...no one can tell you how to love, how to love...no...no one can tell you how to love..." The trolls all began to sing and rock around her. Elsa found herself surrounded by their song. "Love is unconditional, but so can be fear. You have to be willing to let him near...he may be Frost and you may be Snow, but if he's the only one for you, only you know..."

"Please, no singing," she yelled finally, causing a small blast of hail to erupt above the trolls.. The trolls closed their mouths, shooting glances at each other. She turned to Pabbie.

"Child...why won't you sing?" He asked her, walked to stand in front of her. She dropped to her knees, hugging them. She buried her face in her arms, done playing the role of a rightous Queen. She didn't want any part of that right now. How could it be that everyone knew about Jack, except her? She sniffled, sagging her shoulders, feeling like a lost child. All airs of trying to be a Queen left as soon as the song started and though it was meant to be helpful and uplifting...Elsa hated being told how wonderful this love thing was. She didn't love Jack. She didn't even know him. Her gaze slowly raised to Pabbie.

"There is no song of love in my heart for that boy," Elsa said, her voice wavering. "He...he has no interest in what I want...going ahead and ...and assuming I'm going to marry him!" She angrily made a fist at the ground, and ended up freezing a troll. She gasped, eyes wide. Pabbie chuckled.

"Don't worry about him, brain freeze is an everyday occurance..." he said.

Elsa looked abashed. "Oh, Oh I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry...it's my powers, I..."

"Elsa...come with me..." Pabbie pointed to the small hut with the lights on and a small fire smoking up through the chimney. The other trolls parted the way for them to pass respectfully. "I want you tell me what's in your heart..."

"I'm confused...and I'm lost...I don't know him...and...and yet I can't forget about him..." Elsa said softly. She hugged herself, feeling cold for the first time. She'd never felt this way had become her friend and even in her loneliness, though she was scared of the world...ice had been her only friend then too...so the cold didn't bother her anyways...but now...now..."I don't know what changed," the panic rose in her throat. "He has magic...what if...what if he cast a spell on me..."

Pabbie lifted her chin to look him in the eye. His expression was serious. "I'll tell you what, Elsa of Arendelle..." he said, "...instead of my trolls singing a song...why don't you sing us...a song...about what's in your heart..."

Elsa's mouth went dry. "I'm not interested in singing! This isn't the time for that!"

Pabbie held up his hand. "You came to me for guidance, yes?"

Elsa nodded. "Well, yes but-"

"Ah, buh, buh, buh..." Pabbie waggled a finger at her. "You came to me for guidance...I am giving it to you..."

"Singing?" Elsa repeated flatly. She wondered if she'd wasted her time. She felt her heart plummet. Maybe coming here was a mistake after all. This showed on her face because Pabbie finally sighed. He crossed his arms.

"If you can sing to me what's in your heart...I'll give you...something to help you fix your heart problem..." Pabbie said, quirking his brow. Elsa's eyes widened.

"You...you can do that? Fix it? Why don't you just fix it now?" She asked.

Pabbie smiled. "Would you rather sing about your emotions Elsa, or find a quick fix to them?" He asked her seriously. Elsa paused. She knew she was being tested. But this was her chance to forget about Jack, right? Pabbie was magical. He had to have something that would help this ache in her chest. She cleared her throat. She made it obvious what her answer was and Pabbie reached into his pouch, taking out a blue handkerchief with a white snowflake sewn onto it. He handed it to Elsa. Elsa took in questioningly. She looked to Pabbie. Pabbie pointed to the moon. Elsa straightened up, looking to the moon as well. She squinted. She heard yelling suddenly and her eyes gasped, and she backed up quickly, as a familiar brown haired mischief maker face-planted into the snow at her feet. Seconds later, a familiar red-nosed reindeer joined him, their butts sticking out from the snow mounds they'd made. The trolls all blinked. Pabbie smirked. "...Well, here's your quick fix then," he cheerfully backed away. Elsa's face dropped. Rudolph groaned and shook the snow from his face. He blinked cutely and looked at all the trolls. Then he freaked. Elsa felt tricked. Pabbie was cunning, she'd give him that. Though how he made these two appear from the moon? Her attention was diverted however, her gaze falling upon the core and root of all her troubles.

"AHHH THE ROCKS ARE ALIVE!?" he squealed and hid behind Jack, who sat up, completely human, cold, clutching his staff, and rubbing his head, as he wiped snow off of it. Jack snorted, his version blurry from the sudden impact landing.

"Rudolph, whoa, whoa...what do you mean the rocks are..." Jack's voice trailed off. Not because of Pabbie. Not because of the many little eyes on him. Only one pair mattered. One pair that he thought he may never see again because he didn't know how to talk to her. A pair that shone a radiant blue that made Jack think of a winterwonderland and peace and ice-skating with family. A pair of eyes, that quickly narrowed and Jack gulped.

Being an idiot and kind of cheeky, it was only natural that the first thing Jack could jokingly blurt would be, "Honey, I'm home."