This is my first story, written for the pure love of Jelsa. Hope you guys find it worth your time!

I don't own ROTG or Frozen. Thanks for reading ;)

Chapter 1

"Ah…"

Pitch stood up slowly with the help of a wall in his lair. He was very weak since the guardians defeated him a few years ago. Now no one was afraid of him, no one had any fears, until now…

Was it true?

He hobbled along to the globe he kept in the middle of his lair. It shined brightly with the stupid lights representing the children around the world who believed in those stuck up guardians. But no, he was sure he felt something… He turned it around slowly, yes…there it was. A strong red light mixed with black dust, this was it.

He will win this thing once again.

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"Clink! Clank!"

The frozen elves were being used as bowling pins by Jack. It was summer now and the world's children are all happy, so he was just basically doing nothing. Tooth was giving out orders to her fairies while Bunnymund was painting eggs for next Easter. Sandy was out and about sending dreams to children. But one person was missing.

"Where are my cookies!" bellowed Santa Claus.

The frozen elves managed to glare at Jack while they stood as still as, well, bowling pins. He could freeze things, but he never considered trying to do the opposite.

"Hmmm…"

The elves looked at him in alarm as he dangled them over the fireplace. "Trust me!" He grinned. His hands accidentally slipped and the elves fell inside. He bit his lip and turned around to make sure no one saw what happened. North walked out of his room and skimmed the place with his eyes, not even hesitating to raise an eyebrow at Jack who suddenly became obsessed with his staff. "Did you see my elves?" He asked to no one in particular. Tooth was about to say something when he stopped her with his hand.

"Wait, I sense something."

He looked up. "In my belly." Groans sounded around the room. He plastered a cheery smile on his face and walked over to the globe, casually spinning it. "Hey, look here." Bunny pointed to a blinking red light on the globe. That signaled extreme fear. North looked up with a triumphant smile, patting his belly. Seeing a chance, Jack spoke. "Hey, since you guys are all kind of busy, I'll probably go over and check things out a bit, if there's a need I'll come and get you guys." The guardians all nodded in agreement. He seized his staff and flew away from the building. After a few seconds, Jack heard North shouting from the building,"HEY! MY ELVES ARE BEING COOKED!" He let out a short laugh and flew off, to the North Mountain.

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"Conceal it, don't feel it, don't feel, DON'T feel…"

Elsa rubbed her temples with her fingers as the ice walls around her started cracking. She slid down and crouched on the ice floor. She has been alone here for four days since she ran away. Yes she was free, but the delight from her escape soon faded after she was aware of what she had done to Arendelle. She was the queen, she was supposed to take care of her city. She was…She was…She was…. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the ice walls in defeat, trying to push the fear and guilt out of her head. A sudden, cool breeze brought her back to her senses. Of course, they're cool breezes and chilly winds here up the mountain all the time, but this was different, this filled her with a sense of release, somehow. She opened her eyes.

Before her stood a young guy, probably her age, with icy blue eyes and snow white hair. How did he get up here? A small voice at the back of her head whispered Jack Frost but with the sudden shock of company, it was ignored. He whistled, touching the walls. He tilted his head back and stared at the blizzard outside for a while. "Looks like someone's stolen my job," He laughed at her direction absentmindedly, "and is very efficient in it." She stared at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?" she remarked. There were a hundred questions at the tip of her tongue but she only chose this one question.

"Wait, you can see me?" This was the first time a young adult saw him. Children tend to grow up and stop believing.

"Yes," She said carefully.