Jelsa -ice alliance ?

MR FROST

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ah, wouldya look at that? It's MEEEEE, throwing historical accuracy to the wind! In multiple ways! Ha ha, aren't timelines FUN? (In my defense: Disney wasn't super concerned about historical accuracy, either, soooo... that means I'm good, right?)

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10: MR. FROST

Elsa and Jack stood together in a peaceful silence, leaning over the balcony of the ice palace they'd built and watching the afternoon sun in its slow descent behind the mountains. So far up north, in December, there were only a few hours of light in each day, so the sky was already beginning to get dark, filled with all the rich colors of the evening.

Gently tracing the crystalline edge of the balcony rail with her finger, Elsa looked to the side, sneaking another glance at him. For all those years of studying and theorizing—a complete secret, of course, well hidden from her parents and tutors—she had formed a great number of ideas about what the Spirit of Winter might actually be like, if she was ever to meet him. And now, here he was, standing next to her on the ice, every bit as fun and clever and wonderful as she'd ever hoped he would be.

"What are you thinking, Elsa?" he said suddenly.

She jumped. Feeling blood rushing to her face, Elsa let out a nervous laugh, suddenly realizing that Jack staring at her.

"I just—you're—um," she stammered, shrugging quickly and looking down again. "You're Jack Frost."

He laughed, shaking his head and leaning back onto the balcony rail. "Well, I'm glad to have finally convinced you."

"It's still kind of a lot to take in."

"Yeah," Jack chuckled. "And you're not the only one getting your mind blown. If that makes you feel any better."

A look of confusion swept over Elsa's face. "Not the only one? What do you mean?" she laughed bitterly. "You're the Spirit of Winter."

"Yeah," he scoffed. "And you're a female with ice powers."

"Wait, what?"

"I said, you're a person with ice powers."

"Oh."

Elsa looked back down to the railing, studying the lines and patterns of light catching in the ice. Letting out her breath, she sighed, her heart swelling as she ran her finger over the railing's smooth, comfortingly cold surface.

Ice could really be so beautiful...

"There it is," he said softly.

She snapped back into focus, blushing and looking back into his eyes. Standing next to her, eyebrows raised, Jack Frost was grinning.

"There what is?" Elsa quavered.

"That smile." He stood up, turning around and leaning back against the railing, looking to her flirtatiously. "You're smiling, there, Snowflake. I see you."

She said nothing, but looked down to her hands on the railing and fidgeted with her fingers. After a few moments, she felt him lean over close next to her.

"Which means I was riiiiiiiiiiiight," Jack sang softly.

Elsa jumped, letting out another nervous laugh. "Right about what?"

He raised his eyebrows. Smirking, Jack Frost then playfully reached over and hovered his pointer finger next to her shoulder.

"You. Like. Having. Fun," he enunciated, poking her arm with each word.

Elsa scoffed, blushing and shrugging him off. "Just because I was smiling—"

"—You bet you were—"