Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic

Prologue

Elsa

Arendelle. My home since birth. It has thrived ever since the Eternal Winter passed. The bitter cold caused by me. My negligence. It was me who let go of controlling it. However, it's over and the only thing to worry about now is the future.

It's been three years since then, and Anna has told me of the wonderful job I am doing as queen. Yet, I feel as though I am missing something. A detail, a speech, or a paperwork of some sort. But as I run through the little details through my head, I believe I neglected nothing.

I feel like I cannot control anything around here. I can't control my scheduling, my kingdom, my powers, and everything else in Arendelle. I need a way to manage it, but I don't know how. I have advisors and Anna, but there is no one that has ice magic. No one can help control my powers except me. Beware my frozen heart.

Jack

Guardians have brought peace to the world since the beginning of time. I happen to be the newest. The world is more peaceful, joyful, and fun. The master of nightmares, Pitch, is unseen by the world, but he still lurks the shadows, with no power. At least not enough to stop believers (like that Jamie kid I met a while back) from believing in us, or making us seem invisible. I've had that happen before. Not fun. However, most people can't see me unless they believe in me.

In Santa's control room, we sit on wood carved stools the elves made, playing some sort of card game, with cookies and milk, and simply wait for trouble. Today, the game was BS. I hold my cards in my right hand, and hold the Tooth Fairy's hand in the left. She blankly looks at her cards as Sandy and Bunny argue over who got all of the cards in the centre. I stare up at the globe. Nothing. I look down at the Tooth Fairy and she looks up at me and rolls her eyes. I assume that she means Bunny and the Sandman. We continue the game until dark. Then, I leave for my room, hoping something happens tomorrow.