Where Do We Go From Here

Arendelle pt1

Where Do We Go From Here||A Special Girl (Princess?)

Chapter Summary: Jack Frost meets Elsa of Arendelle. Part one of Arendelle arc.

Chapter Rating: K, for kuteness

Note: This isn't the beginning of a Jelsa thing unless someone wants me to turn this into an eventual Jelsa arc/separate shortfic

I've been reading too much Jelsa fanfiction, and I just saved about 46 Jelsa pictures /).(\ so this popped into my head

Jack thinks of Elsa like a little sister (for now), okay? No Jelsa (yet), she's seven, and this takes place before the accident (when she's eight).

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Disclaimer: I do not own RotG OR Frozen, whaddya think about that? *tries to be sassy* *fails to be sassy* *cries becaUSE I DON'T OWN AND IT'S HEARTBREAKING*

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"Jack Frost?"

Jack whips his head around, back to the stained-glass window he just finished frosting over, but he can't see inside. "D-did-" He then shakes his head and prepares to fly away. "Nah. They couldn't have-"

"Mr. Frost, don't go! Please," the voice tacks on the mannerism at the end as an afterthought.

"Who said that?" He spins in circles in midair, searching for the source of the voice, a young girl by the sound of it.

He hears a small feminine gasp. "It really is you! Hi, Mr. Frost!" The window swings open with a rusty creak, as if it has gone years without movement. Behind the glass is a small girl perched on a window seat. She has a thin nightgown on, much too thin for her to have the window open in his weather, and ribbons tied to the ends of her twin braids.

All Jack can do is float and try to process what just happened. "A-are you-" he looks around behind him as if there was another person named 'Mr. Frost' she might be talking to. "-talking to me?" He points to himself hesitantly.

The girl beams. "Yeah! Come on in, Mr. Frost. Mummy says it's not nice to leave people waiting outside." The girl's hand shoots out and grabs his before he can protest, swiftly yanking him in and shutting the window behind him. Despite the thrill of being seen, and heard, and touched -god, finally being touched! It was like a dream come true!- he feels trapped in her room, as big as it is. There is no access to Wind in here, he is cut off from nature. Only once she releases his fingers does he realize what's happened.

"Oh, god, are you okay?" He covers his hands with the sleeves of his hoodie and grabs hers as he drops to a crouch, looking them over carefully, being sure not to touch them. "Are you cold? Are your hands numb? I'm so sorry, this is all... my... fault..." he trails off softly, seeing no marks or blemishes on her milky skin. "What-?"

The little girl pulls her hand back and places a single finger on his parted lips, stopping him with a giggle. "I'm fine, Mr. Frost." She twirls in a circle, skirt flaring, and Jack can't help but chuckle at how adorable she is. "See?"

Jack stops her with a -covered- hand on her small head, kneeling to her height. "Alright, I see. Stop twirling, you're going to make yourself sick." Lucky that time, he thinks.

"No I won't," she protests weakly, swaying. "Just di~i~zzy." She collapses onto her bum. "Ow."

"C'mon, it's getting late," he says with a glance at the window. It was already nighttime when he came, it must be way past her bedtime by now. "Time for bed."

"Aww, but Mr. Frost," she says with a pout. "I don't wanna go to bed!"

"Well, you have to, so there."

"But why?"

"Because I said so." He lifts her under the arms and settles her on her bed, careful not to touch her skin, pulling the covers over her and tucking her in snugly.

She yawns, hugging a velveteen rabbit to her chest. "G'night Mr. Frost," she mumbles.

"Goodnight-" he realizes he doesn't know her name.

"Elsa," she completes sleepily. "Just Elsa."

He grins. "Goodnight, Just Elsa."

"Wai'," Elsa slurs, already half asleep, grabbing for his hand. "Come back t'morrow?"

Jack smiles, gentler this time. "Of course, princess." Feeling more confident, he leans over and kisses her forehead, frost blooming from the spot before fading into her skin, already feeling brotherly affection for this little girl. That, and she doesn't get frostbite from touching him, so he doesn't need to hide it, especially not when she's fast asleep. "Pinky promise." Looping his little finger with her limp one for an instant, he frosts over her mirror in words, a message that will bring a bright a smile to her face in the morning.

Jack doesn't realize that the frost from his kiss hasn't, in fact, melted against her chilly skin.

He doesn't realize realized he is the same freezing temperature as her.

He doesn't realize that some of the frost on his body isn't his.

He doesn't realize why the temperature felt perfect in her room.

He doesn't realize how accurate his nickname for little Elsa, princess, really is.

He doesn't realize that her room and window is coated in ice from the inside.

He doesn't realize that the eldest Princess of the kingdom of Arendelle is his Elsa.

He doesn't realize she has ice powers similar to his own.

He doesn't realize he is her savior, her idol, her hero, her role model.

All he realizes is that he has a reason to come back tomorrow.

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A/N:

What did y'all think? First thing with Elsa, ever, and it's going to be an arc through her childhood.

Review/PM with ideas for this thing! Suggestions for pairings anything, whatever, I'll do it! (just not yaoi, I'm really not good at that and I don't want to mangle anything :/ )

Please please please request something to do with "Come Little Children"! I am obsessed with that overly creepy song.

CL, signing off! *mock salute*

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External link is the chapter on FanFiction_net