Yes, I'm still alive, hello.

I know it's been a while, about a year and a half since I last updated, but I will explain why it took so long at the end of the chapter.

Just know that I will finish this story, and it will have an ending. In the mean time, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

There was nothing to be heard at all, however, through the silence, the rawness in Elsa's quiet sobs could be heard above anything. Elsa reached over and grabbed Jack's hand; it was stiff, and colder than she had expected, colder than she was used to. There was no response from Jack, as he just continued to lay there, frozen and lifeless. Elsa's chest was aching so badly, screaming inside her head, wondering what had just happened, that she didn't realize that the Guardians were behind her until she felt a small hand touch her shoulder.

Elsa gasped and turned around. She met the sad eyes of Tooth, before reaching up and embracing the Tooth Fairy. She felt hopeless, she felt lost. Elsa closed her eyes shut and exhaled shakily as she still kept a hold on one of Jack's hands. Elsa knew that the rest of the Guardians were standing from afar, watching them, feeling as helpless as she was. But right now, all she needed was Tooth; Tooth has been there from the very beginning, she was there when she thought she had lost her baby, when she had to give birth to her sick, dying child. As much as she loves each Guardian, there was something about her friendship and connection with Tooth that was different. Maybe it was because Tooth is basically Jack's sister, or that Tooth understands the level of love that Jack and Elsa share that no one else does. Whatever it was, Tooth understands.

"He's not waking up, he's not waking up," Elsa's voice trembled.

"Oh, Elsa," Tooth whispered.

"I-I did everything the Moon told me to do! I-I thought I did everything correctly, I thought I did everything right," Elsa's voice was drowning in raw pain.

"And you did. You didn't do anything wrong," Tooth tried to comfort her.

"Then why isn't he waking up?" Elsa breathed.

Tooth didn't respond because she, nor the other Guardians, knew why. They didn't want to tell Elsa because they didn't want to scare her even more. Tooth turned around and looked directly at North. North caught the Tooth Fairy's gaze and nodded before slowly approaching them. Without saying a word, he bent down and picked Jack up in his arms.

Elsa gasped. "Where are you taking him?" she asked, frantically trying to escape Tooth's grasp, but the Tooth Fairy held her back.

"Inside, Elsa. I need to examine him, will that be okay?" North asked.

"No, leave him here with me," she fired. "He's going to wake up, I know it."

"This is urgent, Elsa. Please let me take him inside," said North.

"No, he's staying here," she demanded. She just didn't want to be apart from him any longer. She just wanted any chance to be with him, to be near him.

"Nothing is going to get better if we leave him dying on the floor, Elsa," Bunny spoke up as he turned to her. "It sounds harsh, I know, but you need to let us do this."

"He's not dead," the venom spewed from Elsa's voice as she turned to the Guardian.

"He's going to be if you don't let him go!" fired Bunny. "Bloody hell, Elsa, for once, think about yourself and your son. You've been through enough the past year, and as much as this hurts, your own son is going to live the rest of his life without a father. The more time passes, the quicker we are to actually losing Frost."

Elsa glanced over at Jack. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to hope for the best, to believe that he was going to wake up soon, but there was that voice in the back of her head screaming at her, telling her that the worse is yet to come. All she wanted to do was to stay by Jack's side. She was just so damn sick and tired of the pain that she has endured for the past year, and she just wanted it all to end. But she knew, that in order for that to happen, she had to let him go. For now, at least.

As hard as it was, Elsa nodded before watching North turn around to walk back into the house, with Bunny and Sandy trailing right behind them. For a moment, it was dead silent. Elsa looked up and looked at her surroundings; there was broken glass and shattered ice everywhere. An image of hatred, loss and love represented in the shards that covered the ground. To know that she and Jack Frost were the ones that caused all this sent a bolt of pain through her chest. She had to turn away, she couldn't stand it.

"Elsa, shall we go inside?" Tooth's soft voice spoke up after about 10 minutes of silence.

Elsa, however, couldn't move. "What...what if he doesn't wake up, Tooth? I thought I did everything the Moon told me to do, but what if I didn't? What if Jack doesn't wake up?"

Tooth opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when she realized that there was no correct answer. She glanced at Elsa for a long time. The young lady that she had once met, the glowing, radiant soul that Elsa had once embodied, was nowhere to be seen. She has been severely damaged on the inside and outside, and it shows.

Tooth sighed deeply to herself. "Then maybe it's the world telling us that it's time to say goodbye."

A week had passed, and Jack still had not woken up.

Elsa explained everything to Anna and Kristoff that night. They, too, were scared and heartbroken and they tried their best not to think about the worst possible outcome, but it was sometimes all they could think about.

Jack's body was in one of the spare rooms. No one but the Guardians would enter the room, in hopes to find some sort of explanation to why Jack hadn't woken up yet, to find some sort of reason as to why the potion didn't work. Sometimes the Guardians would be inside the room for hours at a time, as Elsa waited in the living room for them to come out. But the answer was the same every single time, that they had no answer at all. Every time Elsa walked by the room, she would freeze; one part of her wanted to go inside, to look at him, to find herself in his presence for the first time in almost a year, but she knew it would ruin her even more.

According to Bunny, Jack still looked like his dark self. Dark black hair, lifeless and pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, everything. Only difference was, instead of dark, hateful glares, was now a frozen stillness that couldn't be awakened. Instead of the feeling of fear and despair, was now nothing more than a rough heartache.

Seeing Jack lifeless hurt more than seeing him alive and full of hate. Elsa would rather have him alive while he hated her, because that way, she knew that he was still breathing.

They all kept Oliver away from all of this too, of course. The young prince could sense that there was something wrong; he was a little confused as to why his mother, aunt, uncle and the Guardians kept him extra protected at all times, as if they were all hiding something from him that they didn't want him to find out. However, he has seen his mother look sad for far too long, and all he could do was listen to everything his mother says.

Everything felt so different now, as if time had stood still. It was such a bizarre feeling, knowing that this whole situation with Jack could be over if he wake up. After months of enduring what was quite possibly the worst pain their family could experience, it was weird knowing that it could all be over soon. They all couldn't believe that it has almost been a year since Pitch Black ripped Jack away from them, and Elsa sometimes had to control herself from walking into the room Jack was in, desperately trying to wake him up.

But nonetheless, they knew there wasn't anything they could do but wait.

It was a quiet, gloomy afternoon. Oliver was inside the living room with his aunt and uncle, while Elsa sat outside in the backyard, alone with her thoughts. She's been doing that everyday for the past week now, spending a couple hours of the day alone, just thinking about what on earth was going on, thinking about her people back in Arendelle, and thinking about if their lives would ever be normal again. Being inside the house with Jack's lifeless body was just too much for her, and Anna and Kristoff understood and respected that.

Anna and Kristoff quietly sat on the sofa both reading a book, while Oliver sat by their feet with a piece of paper and a crayon in his hand, doodling undistinguished pictures and giggling every time his little snowflakes escaped his fingers and danced in the air, landing on either his aunt or uncle. He looked up, and caught the gaze of his aunt Anna when his snowflake landed on her nose.

"You're so silly," Anna cooed.

The toddler smiled before reaching for his piece of paper and showing it to his aunt. Anna took it and looked at the drawing. Of course, at first glance, it just looked like a bunch of random scribbles, until Anna realized that it looked like something else, and it broke her heart.

"You drew Olaf and Sven," Anna said gently. "You miss them, don't you, sweetie?"

Oliver smiled a toothy little grin. "Olaf make snow! Like mama!"

Kristoff chuckled. "That's right. But don't worry, kiddo. Olaf and Sven are both safe, and we'll see them again soon."

It has now been a couple weeks since they all had to leave Arendelle, and it's been getting harder everyday. They all missed their home, their castle, their people, but knew that it wasn't safe to return until Pitch Black was defeated.

"I show mama!" Oliver said.

"Maybe later, buddy. Your mama will come back inside soon," said Kristoff.

But Oliver frowned. He just wanted to show Elsa what he drew, and above all, he just wanted to see his mother again. Both Anna and Kristoff noticed the tiny little frown on their nephew's face, which made it so hard to say no.

"Okay, okay. She's right outside, go get her," Anna couldn't help but smile as she watched her nephew wobble as he stood up before running into one of the hallways to go find his mother.

He saw that the door to the backyard was open, and could even see his mother's beautiful ice cape gently swaying against the soft breeze. However, just when Oliver was going to reach the door, he noticed that the door down the end of the hallway was just slightly open. He has seen his Grandpa North, Aunt Tooth, Uncle Bunny and Uncle Sandy go inside that room a lot lately, and whenever he tried to follow them, his Aunt Anna or Uncle Kristoff would whisk him away. Even though Oliver was just a little over a year old, he definitely got his mother's intelligence and his father's mischievousness, and couldn't help but wonder what was inside that room.

So he crawled over to the door, pushed it open and went inside. He has never been in this room before, and it was definitely different than his and his mama's room. It was cold, eerie and quiet, however, there was a bed in the middle of the room, and there was something in it. Oliver stood up and looked behind him, wondering if he should just go back to where his family was, but he was very curious.

He wobbled over to the bed and looked up. Whatever was in this bed, was quiet and silent. It was completely covered in a long, white cloth. Oliver hesitated for a moment and tilted his head as he stared at the white cloth. He knew he probably shouldn't be here at all, but he took his little fingers, and pulled the covers right off. The little boy gasped, knowing that he should not have done that, and that his mama might get angry, but the moment Oliver saw what - or rather - who was under the cloth, he couldn't help but furrow his little eyebrows.

It was a young man, lying on his back ever so quiet and frozen. He had black hair, and skin as white and pale as his own. Luckily, since Oliver was still a baby, he was not aware that this young man was the one who had almost killed him in front of Elsa just last week.

Oliver just stood and stared for a long time, as if waiting for the young man to wake up, but he didn't. Who was this person? Why was he here? And why was his mama keeping him away in this room?

Just then, Oliver couldn't help but notice the young man's hand; it was pale and lifeless, but if one looks hard enough, there were faint traces of snowflakes in his skin - much like his, and much like his mother's. And slowly, ever so gently, Oliver reached over and touched the young man's hand with his own.

And the feeling almost felt electric. Like a bolt of static that ran through his veins.

Oliver pulled his hand back and fell backwards on his feet. He looked up; a tiny burst of his own snowflakes were falling above him. He wasn't even aware that he had made them, they probably must've appeared when he felt that weird shock in his fingers. And just when he was about to run out of the room and back to his aunt and uncle, the young man on the bed started to move.

He started to move.

And before Oliver's very eyes, the man's black hair slowly faded into a stunning white, his pale skin started to look warmer, and the dark black hoodie he was dressed in was melting away into a dark, navy blue. Seconds later, the man gasped, as if he had taken his first breath after holding it for so long, and opened his eyes. His chest was heaving up and down, and his whole head started to spin.

Oliver could only stare. The little boy was terrified, but he was so confused and mesmerized, that he couldn't even call out to Elsa. Moments later, the young man slowly sat up. He looked lost and confused, but Oliver got a glimpse of his eyes. They were blue, like his mama's, and like his - exactly like his.

Oliver was too fixated on the man's face, that it almost scared the young Prince when the man turned his head.

And that was when the two made eye contact.

And that was when the young man, Jack Frost, made eye contact with the little boy that brought him back to life, the little boy that took the darkness out of his soul, a little boy that looked exactly like him.

Anna and Kristoff jumped in their seat when they heard their nephew's startled cries, before they watched Oliver run back into the living room and right in between Kristoff's legs. The little boy was crying, and he looked terrified.

"Oliver, what's wrong, buddy?" Kristoff asked before picking him up and placing him on his knee.

"Why are you crying? We thought you went to go find your mama," said Anna as she wiped her nephew's tears away.

Oliver stared at his aunt with his big, blue eyes as his bottom lip trembled. But he turned around and pointed his finger towards the hallway, in which Anna and Kristoff looked up to see what the prince was pointing at. And the moment they saw a tall figure, with white hair and blue eyes, staring back at them, looking like a lost and confused soul, they both felt their hearts come to an abrupt stop.

It was like being confronted by a ghost, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

It was him, it was really him.

Before they could say anything, they heard the backyard door open, followed by footsteps before Elsa came into view.

"I heard Oliver crying. Is everything okay?" she asked. But Anna and Kristoff couldn't say anything. They stared at Elsa for a moment, before their eyes darted behind her. The queen raised her eyebrows before slowly turning around to follow their gaze, and once she realized what she was looking at, or rather, who she was looking at, the entire universe felt like it had frozen.

Everything around her felt like it has stopped, and Elsa swore everything around her started to feel like a vivid dream.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Not even a single bit.

And the moment the young man turned to look at Elsa, time began to stretch, that it felt like they were staring at each other forever, as if Elsa felt like her eyes were playing a trick on her. Those eyes were no longer black, but they were now the light blues that she had yearned to see, the eyes that haunted her every time she closed here eyes. He was staring at her, and it made her think back to the first time they met, the first time she laid her eyes on his.

Although her heart was no longer beating, Elsa could feel it racing against her chest, and it made her knees feel weak. She parted her lips and allowed a shaky breath to escape before finally letting out a single word that made her body drown in every time of emotion.

"Jack."

He's back. Finally. After so long, Jack Frost is finally back *sobs* So what's gonna happen between Jack and Elsa now? And their son? Will Jack even remember anything? And what about Pitch Black?

Alrighty, let me explain to you all why it's been a while since I had updated. To be honest, I lost motivation in writing this story. I mean, I still loved Frozen and ROTG and shipped Jelsa like crazy, but I just got kind of lazy, and couldn't really continue writing as much as I wanted to. Trust me, I've tried. I've been sitting on this chapter for months, sometimes just aimlessly staring at it, writing down a paragraph, then exiting and not touching it again for another few weeks. I still continued to get reviews for this story, which made me feel bad because I know people wanted me to finish. However, the passion I felt for this story ignited in me again after I watched Frozen 2 for the third time, with Elsa's whole transformation and what had happened to her at the end, and she just reminded me more of Jack Frost than ever. I re-read this entire story, and immersed myself in Jelsa videos, and I knew that I just had to finish this story, which I promise I will. It feels good to be back on this story, and I can't wait to continue writing.

That being said, thanks for everyone who has continued to read and review this story. It means so much, you don't even understand.

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See you in the next one!