Ok, so this is my first ever fanfiction, but I love Jelsa so much I wanted to try it out a bit and see how it went! Soooo, uh, please review, tell me what you think! Lol I'm totally considering taking it down soon just in case it sucks. But please review review review!

( FYI : takes place after Frozen, and towards the end of ROTG. I'm changing the plot a bit of ROTG, but imagine Jack is a guardian, they fought Pitch like the ending of the movie, everything is the same really except for the fact Pitch didn't go away for good or whatever. He's still there, just keeping a low profile, and the guardians have left him alone because he hasn't tried anything but they know he's out there.&& Jack has more believers and is slowly gaining.)

Jack Frost was lazily letting the wind carry him past towns and over cities. He was swinging his staff back and forth, coating everything with thin snowflakes and frost, not really putting much effort into it.

He'd been in this mood lately. Sort of disinterested; indifferent to everything. He couldn't even summon the energy or put any heart into his daily skirmish with Bunny, and that was saying something, since the two of them butted heads on almost everything.

As he flew, he slowly grazed the town he was currently frosting over, and saw a small lake that was frozen over already, probably from his previous visits. Multiple young couples were skating on it, some worse than others, but all of them laughing or smiling.

Jack scowled and waved his staff, making it extra icy, hoping to take a few of them down. For what reason, he didn't know. It surprised him to realize that seeing all these couples made him slightly mad. Well not mad really, but... jealous.

His wish came true though, as one young man fell down, dragging his girlfriend with him. Several of the other couples stopped and laughed, skating over to help the couple up, only to knock more down. Jack landed on a tree bordering the lake; hoping to see the girl yell at him for that, or something to happen that would match his mood. His scowl only deepened though, as the original couple that fell began to kiss, causing whistles and more commotion among the group of skaters.

Jack flew off, unknowingly leaving a wake of a beginning of a storm behind him. He didn't even know why all of that made him mad. He didn't even know why he'd been in a mood for the past few weeks. He just was.

Once he was a few big cities away from the town with the couple, he stopped next to a pond similar to the one at his hometown, except this one had a waterfall. He sat on a rock near the edge, slowly freezing the waterfall from the top down to the base. He was so preoccupied with his current activity, that the voice that resounded through the trees scared him.

"Hello Jack," a low, uncanny voice spoke. He jumped, and turned, but no one was there. But he didn't need to see anyone to know who that voice belonged too.

"Pitch," Jack said coldly, (no pun intended?) holding his staff in front of him protectively. "Why- why are you here? I'm not scared." As if to prove his point, he swung his staff around to the side and leaned on it, to seem relaxed. In all honesty though, he was tense, and ready if Pitch tried to pull anything on him.

"What, are you not happy to see me? I'm hurt Jack, it's been so long too." He still hadn't shown himself. "How many years has it been? 15, or was it 17? I've lost count!"

"Well come out then and show yourself!" Jack ignored his question, and had to restrain himself from looking to hard at the trees to find where Pitch was.

Slowly, a shadow emerged to his right. Jack slowly turned, trying not to turn too suddenly. And there he was. Same grey complexion, same dull wardrobe, but same evil… aura that was radiating from him. He smiled, showing his pointed teeth, in that horrible smile.

"Ohh, therrre you are!" Jack drew out his r in that last sentence, and tried to make himself relax. He doubted Pitch would pull anything, considering what happened last time him and Jack faced off.

"Well, Jack Frost. My, long time no see. Tell me, how are your believers, or lack of, shall I say?"

Jack shrugged the insult off, it didn't bother him honestly. He knew he had much more believers than the last time he saw Pitch. "All of them are doing great, how about yours?"

He saw Pitch's expression go sour, but only for an instance. So quick Jack wasn't sure if he made it up or if that really got to Pitch.

"Ha, no need for plurals, I only have one. But that is plenty." Ok, Jack thought. So I probably imagined it. But one believer? Why does he seem so happy about that? Jack's eyebrow went up, contemplating what Pitch meant. But he only took it as a cue to keep going.

"Oh yes, you see, she's actually very much like yourself. Cold, distant, keeps herself isolated like you, but for different reasons."

Jack snorted in disbelief, wondering why he was even listening to this. But he decided to play along, just to see where Pitch was going with this. "Oh, is that so? Someone-a girl, in fact - that's exactly like me?"

"Oh yes, in fact, though she is only mortal, she was blessed, or in her opinion cursed, with awesome powers. But she was so young at the time, and you know full well how children are so prone to fear, but this one especially! It just radiated off of her! It was so bad that she ended up having to sacrifice almost everything for her little sister to be kept safe. The fear controlled her life."

Jack was immersed in Pitch's story, but he was trying to keep his posture from saying otherwise. But he wanted to know more about this girl. This imaginary girl, Jack reminded himself. Like there was someone actually like him. Pitch was making everything up. But still, he couldn't make himself fly away from Pitch's words.

Pitch narrowed his eyes slightly, continuing on. "Of course, not as much as you did. You died, sacrificed yourself, to keep your sister safe. But every day, she died a little…bit…more, just so hers would be safe… from herself."

Jack was leaning in by the time Pitch was done. He paused, and shook his head. "Yeah, right. Great storytelling though. Maybe if you'd stuck to that instead of nightmares, you wouldn't have to be scrambling like you are now."

Pitch took a step back, while quietly saying, "Think what you will Jack. But as you keep ignoring the fact that she's out there, her fear only grows…" And with that, Pitch was gone.

But Jack stayed there, for who knows how much longer, all the while contemplating the mystery girl that Jack thought Pitch Black had fabricated.

Queen Elsa stood in her room, staring out of the same exact window that she had her whole life. Except this time, it wasn't because she was hiding. Arendelle had come to accept their Snow Queen Elsa; in fact they'd done more than accept her. They adored her, and loved her newfound, controlled powers she had. And she loved her subjects, and was relieved that she didn't have to hide anymore, or wear gloves anytime anyone was in her presence.

But she wasn't… happy. At least not the kind she expected to be, after what she thought was the impossible happened. She never even considered that her people would accept her. But they did. She never thought that she would be able to hug her own sister, but she could.

But even after all that, she knew something was missing, and she knew what it was. But that was something she knew for a fact wouldn't happen.

She would never have a king. A husband, a lover, a bestfriend to help her through all this. Men were either intimidated by her, feared her, or, in some prince's case, just wanted to establish better trade relationships, or worse, power. Like that horrible Prince Hans.

But she didn't want to dwell on him. Not now. She had to long of a list for too short of a day, and if she were thinking too much of the past, she would never get even half of it done.

With a flick of her hand, she was in her ice dress, and she carefully redid her side braid with skilled hands. She was so used to braiding it by now that she got it done in a minute or so.

As she started to leave the room, this sort of…cold chill washed over her. But it wasn't a temperature thing. It was fear, but put into a physical feeling. She didn't feel the cold, but that was the only way she knew how to describe it.

That feeling wasn't anything new though. She'd felt it all her life. It was much more common and expected when she was younger, but now that she had much more control over her powers, she wasn't as scared anymore.

Still though, she always felt like there was someone trying to put those fears back in her head, the same feeling she had gotten when she was a child. But every time she looked back, no one was ever there.

"Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it show." She said under her breath. She stuck her chin out, her head held high, and walked out to start her day.