PitchElsa | Jelsa | One Shots

The one who fell in love first

Jack Frost was a nice normal guy, who basically kept to himself mostly. He was embedded within the depths of winter, being the Spirit of Winter, as they call him.

But the evil queen of Arendelle, on the other hand, had lots of duties that attended to her: Arendelle paperwork that needed to be signed right away, staff meetings that needed to be in the right order, and especially her father, who gives her a headache mostly, Pitch Black, and her mother? Nowhere to be known.

But as Jack stumbled upon the Queen's window, he looked down at her window and saw her working, practically at her desk. His icicles creep up on the window, Elsa looked up as she heard it.

"Hello?" She spoke softly, her words soft, like a melody. Jack's eyes widened open as she spoke like she knew he was there.

He slowly starts to open the window. A slow creek in the window frame. "Hello, ma'am. My name is..."

Before he could finish, Elsa's father walked in. Jack looked at him, his face scowled, like he was annoyed by their interruption.

"Elsa, who are you talking to?"
Pitch asked, his voice firm, yet mockery. His eyes scanned through her room. Elsa shook her head.

"N-no one, father. I was just startled by the wind," she replied to him, looking down slightly. "Are you sure?" He asked.

Elsa nodded. "Yes, father. I'm sure."
"Good, now get back to work, or else!" He demanded, when he left the room.

She nodded fiercely, sitting back down in her as she watched her father leaving the room.
Elsa sighed in relief.