The snowy-haired youth stood in the middle of the frosted-over pond, gentle waves of ice-blue magic swirling around his body. He held in his hands a wooden shepherd's staff, the old spiraling grooves in the wood slowly being filled with the ice that spread from his fingers at a mere touch.

"Jack, you don't have to do this!" cried a younger boy standing on the snowy banks of the pond, heavily dressed and slightly shivering, hands cupped around his mouth. "Remember, 'conceal, don't feel'? There's got to be another way to control your power!"

The boy, now identified as Jack, smiled and shook his head. "No, Jamie, there isn't. Everything I touch frosts over, so unless there's another way to channel this power, people will continue to be at risk whenever I'm within close vicinity. You remember the stories I used to tell you, right?" Jamie nodded, though it was barely visible due to the large amounts of snow being blown about. "Remember King Midas, and how his daughter turned into gold when she hugged him? I don't want that to happen to you, Sophie, or anyone else. I have to do this."

Little slivers of ice were now included in the small whirlwind of snow, and they cut into Jamie's skin. He remained where he stood, however, not wanting to leave his older brother's side.

The blue energy that Jack had been releasing whipped around in large strands, becoming more and more concentrated near the "eye" of the storm, until it was violently sucked into the staff, and it was still.

Jack stumbled a little, and leaned against the staff for support as he caught his breath. The beautiful fern-like frost designs that were once caused by contact to his skin were blooming from the end of the staff and onto the surface of the pond.

He stumbled back to the banks, Jamie hurriedly holding him up – his muscles seemed weak and unable to support himself enough to even stand.

"Jamie, I'm fine," Jack stressed, gently pushing his half-brother away and stood, albeit shakily, on his own two feet (never mind that he still had his staff for balance). "I can make it back to the castle on my own."

"Just 'cause you can doesn't mean I'm letting you," Jamie huffed, remaining at Jack's side ready to move at any moment if needed. "The people need their King; you don't really have another choice in the matter when it comes to your safety."

"Still, I think you'd make a decent King if it comes down to it," Jack shot back, a grin playing at his lips.

"You remember that day, don't you? When I sealed my power…" Another cough. Jamie wiped the blood from Jack's chin with a handkerchief, nodding at Jack to continue. "I was serious. Jamie… I'm leaving you in charge. Keep our sister safe." Both of them could hear the unspoken "remaining" in the sentence.

"No, Jack, you're staying, and I'm not letting you have a say in this either." A common family trait they shared – stubbornness, and neither of them were willing to stand down. Then Jack coughed again, and the tension in the air seeped away.

"Well, if you insist… be glad I have a backup plan for everything," Jack joked weakly. Neither of them laughed. "You know the ice at my heart?"

"When you were fourteen…"

"Yeah… I still can't believe it's already been three years… Anyways, it's never left."

Jamie's eyes widened. "But – how – I thought that the process took only a few hours? How have you –"

"I am the cold, Jamie. I can fight it." Jack's hand clutched the left side of his chest. He could feel his breaths slowing, the action of it causing his lungs to tire, but he held on. "I'm sorry for pushing you and Sophie away, all this time, staying so distant… but I thought that I could use this. It wasn't killing me quickly, so I figured hey, might as well." He laughed bitterly, squeezing the eleven year old's hand. Jamie squeezed back.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"

The brown-haired boy shushed him, tears escaping from his eyes. "It's alright. We'll remember you – me and Sophie – and when we grow up, we'll tell the next princes and princesses, and they'll all know your name, you'll be a hero…"

Jack closed his eyes, and also let a few tears escape – there was no danger of them freezing his eyes shut, after all – "Jackson Overland Frost, hero of Arendelle… I like that…" he whispered. Channeling his protective magic away from his heart, he focused it into his hand, which had let go of Jamie's. A small, crystalline snowflake came into existence, floating right above his palm.

"Keep this… it's another… part… of… me…" His body began to frost over, the fern patterns blooming from his heart the same way they had before, when he first discovered his power.

Now openly sobbing, Jamie nodded. "I'll miss you," he hiccupped, smoothing out Jack's clothes and brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

"Miss... too..." And with those final words, Jackson Overland Frost's mind and body were frozen in time, a flawless ice sculpture laying on a meadow in a midsummer afternoon.

The snowflake dropped into the rigid, open palm, where Jamie picked it up, cradling it to his heart.

Cold.

That month, King James Bennett ascended the throne, his sister Princess Sophia Bennett at his side and aide for the years to come.

And many years later, two princesses, Princess Elsa and Princess Anna, were born to the King and his wife, though many things were unknown about them.

One being that Princess Elsa had absorbed the deceased Prince's powers into herself as a baby, a fetus in the womb.

And thus the ice receded from within the Prince's heart, but there to stay until an act of true love thawed the frozen body.

"Daddy, tell us the story again!"

James chuckled and gently hugged his daughter, Anna, who was practically bouncing in his lap while Elsa simply leaned against her father. Elsa, who took after Jack in more than just physical traits.

Clearing his throat, James began to repeat his tale, starting with the classic "Once upon a time…"

A/N: This might become a two-shot or a three-shot, depending on how often I actually get to write.

I decided to post this now, instead of with a higher word count, because I felt kinda guilty for not writing during Thanksgiving break (Yes, I'm American), so here you go! Another story placed in a slowly growing crossover section.

This will not continue (hopefully) beyond my intended story length – I don't want to drag it on like what I did with ToW.

Anyways, tell me what you think, and drop a review! How many of you forgot that Frozen was by Disney and that RotG was by Dreamworks until Anna/Elsa started singing? Cause I did!

(And can any of you help me with genres for my stories, including this one? I think they're all set to "General", which isn't a really good idea...)