Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long, I've been incredibly busy lately. Anyway, here's the next one! Hope you enjoy!

I don't own either characters.

Elsa Rendelle tapped her foot in an agitated anticipation, her ticket in one hand and her carry-on in the other. Lines for boarding should never be this long. Whatever cosmic force deemed it funny to have her wait even longer for this was not in any way appreciated. Heart pounding, she finally stepped forward and handed the man her ticket. As she stepped onto the walkway, she swallowed the tiny bit of bile that had chosen now to rise up at the back of her throat. Was it her imagination or was the walkway becoming smaller? No, it was definitely shrinking. Walls closing in on her, she shook her head, deliberately stepping onto the plane and stomping over to her seat in First Class. Immediately, she noticed that her number was a window seat and muttered a small curse. Now, she could watch the machine fall out of the sky with the best view possible. "C'mon, don't think like that," she told herself, "I'm more likely to be eaten by a shark. Or was it the other way around?"

That factoid and the long list of others like it Anna had given her did nothing for her nerves. Elsa took a deep breath, put her bag in the overhead compartment, sat down, and buckled herself in. Agonizing minutes ticked by as the rest of the passengers filed on for what seemed like longer than eternity. Her pale hands clenched the armrests and she closed her eyes as her panic grew with her heightening heartbeat. How could all these people be so annoyingly jovial? They were willingly boarding a deathtrap!

A shuffling sound off to her left heralded the arrival of another passenger. Her fear momentarily forgotten, she curiously opened her eyes to see where the newcomer would sit in the row of three. Needless to say, he served as a welcome distraction. Elsa looked him up and down as he slid his briefcase into the overhead and sat down on the end of the row, leaving a seat empty between them. His white hair seemed natural, with a sheen that mirrored her own platinum blonde locks. She was never really one for doing strangers, but seriously, he must've had some extremely attractive parents to look like that. For crying out loud, she never knew that a chin could look that attractive! Suddenly, he glanced at her and she looked away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him gaze at her curiously before turning away to check his phone.

Later, when she told this story to Anna, she'd leave out the part of sizing a complete stranger up like a piece of meat. Didn't need to give her sister too much blackmail material.

A ding sounded and the steward began going over the safety instructions. Just as quickly as it was gone, her nerves struck back with a fury. Her hands paled, an almost impossible feat, as she tightened her grip on her chair. She barely heard the part of the monologue going over what would happen if they had to make a water landing. Elsa was better off without that thought anyway. A whisper broke through her bubble of panic. Looking at the man on her right, she replied. "I'm sorry, what?"

His knowing smile seemed sincere as he repeated himself, "first time flying?"

Elsa grimaced. "That obvious?"

He nodded and chuckled. "It's totally natural to feel what you're feeling."

She doubted whether or not most people experienced this level of anxiety. "I'm not natural."

A cocked eyebrow was her response. "Oh, really?"

Mentally slapping herself, she reiterated, "I mean that I'm not really good with new things. I like things to be the same every time. Otherwise, I just kinda -"

A weak arm gesture finished her sentence. Surprisingly, he just nodded and smiled as if he knew exactly what she meant. Elsa realized right then and there that this was not normal for her. Usually, she never let her feelings known. Even weirder was the fact that she didn't even know this man! Engines on the wings began raring up and her attention was drawn to the window. Without realizing it, her arms wrapped around herself.

"Hey."

She looked at him. "Yes?"

"I have the best way of beating those jitters," he offered.

Pausing for a moment, she thought about it very briefly before dealing she would try anything to get rid of this feeling. Then, Elsa told him as much.

Flashing a smile full of insanely bright teeth, he said, "there's this game I used to play with my mom whenever we would go on long trips. The rules are simple: We go through the alphabet backwards and say a word starting with that letter. We take turns and if you skip a letter, you get a tally."

"And what happens at the end of the game?"

"Usually, whoever had the least tallies would get to pick the music. But, since this is a special case, we can figure that out later."

Considering those terms took a mere moment as she felt the plane under her shift and she agreed.

He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and started. "Zebra."

Elsa blurted out her word quickly. "Yellow?"

He nodded and continued. "X-Ray."

"Water..."

"You're getting the hang of it!"

"Thank you." For some reason, each turn they took lessened the throbbing in her chest and she was genuinely calming down.

"Violet."

"Ugly."

"Hey! That's mean," he stated with a joking smirk.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it." Elsa couldn't help laughing a little at the ridiculous joke.

"Super."

"That's mine, you had 'T.'"

"Oh, right. One tally for me. Tally."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's what you're going with? Sweetener."

"Red."

"Uh, quilt."

The man smiled and tilted his head to the window. Curious, Elsa turned around and found the best view of her life.

The plane was cruising above the orange clouds of early morning, looking like a giant, fluffy desert. She gaped in wonder at the unexpected beauty, a natural smile gracing her features. Elsa never imagined she would actually find such a wonderful view. It could only be summed up in one word.

The man beat her to it, bringing her attention back to him. "Perfection."

"What, the view? Or are you continuing the game?"

He shrugged and gave a little half-smile, his perfect white teeth peeking out at her. "Either or. Besides, the view I'm enjoying is a thousand times better."

"Oh? And that would be," she trailed off with an arched brow and an expectant expression.

"Your smile."

Damn, he was smooth. Having little experience with flirting, she had no idea what to say and the conversation turned into an almost uncomfortable silence. Well, at least she wasn't freaking out anymore. But, she couldn't mistake the flash of disappointment in his eyes. He seemed to like her. Elsa decided to change the subject before it became too unbearable. "You said you flew a lot with your mom?"

His eyes brightened. "Well, by 'long trips,' I meant car rides. But, yeah. I love flying. Even got my pilot's license about two years back."

So, that's why he seemed so comfortable with first time flyers. He must've had plenty of experience. "So, is that what you do for a living? Commercial airlines?"

He grinned. "Actually, I'm a writer."

He was just full of surprises, she noted. A handsome author who knew how to fly planes. "Really? I love reading! What genre?"

He smiled again and she felt something near her stomach flutter. White hair shifted as he ran his hand through it in an almost bashful gesture. "Mostly books for kids, sometimes teens. Enough about me, though. What do you do?"

Now, that was a long explanation she just didn't have time for. That, and she didn't want her status as royalty to throw him off. So, shrugging, Elsa simply said, "politics."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Huh. What state?"

"Actually, I'm from this small country in the Netherlands."

He nodded. "I would never have guessed. You have such a good American accent."

"I went to college in California," she explained. "I already knew English, the accent just developed after the first two years."

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a stewardess offering beverages and snacks. He ordered some soda while Elsa asked for water. After receiving their drinks, the man smiled and said, "I never gave my name, by the way. I'm Jack, Jack Frost."

Either his parents had a sense of humor or he went by a pen name. Either way, it suited him. "I'm Elsa."

He offered his hand which she gladly shook. "Nice to meet you, Elsa. And I believe it's your turn..."

The way Jack smiled when he said her name suddenly made her very glad she was on a plane. Her grin widening, she continued the game. "Organization."

"Neverland."

"Management."

And it went on like that for a while, starting over when they finished or moving on to finding shapes in the clouds only to resume the games when they tired of that. However, the plane had to land sometime and to them, it seemed sooner than expected. Jack stood as people already began shuffling past, retrieving both his bag and hers. Ever a gentleman, he offered it to her. She accepted it and they continued reciting words in a brisk pace, knowing that time was almost up. They even continued as they exited the plane and stood out in the pavilion. "Nothing."

Elsa returned with, "manager."

Jack paused and a melancholy passed over his face, before replacing it with a forced happiness. "I guess it's game over. And, if I counted right, I believe you win. Good job!"

"Thank you," she said with a less than enthusiastic tone in her voice. Surprisingly, she didn't want to stop. Being in Jack's presence was fun and she didn't want it to end. Until, she had an idea. A sly grin appeared on her face. "We never did decide on a prize."

Confused, Jack looked at her until she continued. "I believe you owe me a coffee. And since I'm in town for only a few days, we better have it soon."

Needless to say, he was flabbergasted. His mouth dropped before he started chuckling as she took out a pen and a card, circling her personal number. "I guess we better. I promise you that you'll get your coffee. Don't worry," he added with a wink, "when it comes to promises, I deliver."

"I certainly hope so. I'll be seeing you?"

Jack nodded as she smiled, turned, and walked away. Before he lost her in the crowd, she turned and waved. He returned it and she disappeared among the tides of the sea of people. Alone, he looked down at the card in his hand and smiled before pocketing it. Who knew that a children's word game would land him a date? He shrugged without a falter in his smile. All he knew was that he had a date with a beautiful woman and had a feeling that it might lead to something more. With a chuckle, he murmured to himself, "love," and walked towards the baggage claim with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips.