Chapter 1: A Ticket

Not for the first time in the Frost house did Pippa's annoying obsession with her favourite singer reach new realms of annoyance for the eldest child of the Frost family. Jack had been watching MTV's top forty songs of the year. They were currently counting down the top ten and number one was about to come on. The presenter came onto the screen and started to speak.

"And now for the fifteenth week in the row it is Elsa Winters with her hit song that people just can't seem to let it go!"

Jack watched as the music video for the hit song Let It Go came onto the screen and Elsa Winters started to sing.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight," sang Elsa Winters on the TV.

Instantly, Jack heard his younger sister (who was on the other side of the house) scream at the top of her lungs.

"Is that my song?" he heard her scream.

Jack could hear her bolting towards him. After a few crash and bangs, Pippa soared into the room at top speed and leap onto the couch next to Jack just as Elsa started to sing the chorus and Pippa sang alongside her. After the song was finished, the presenter came back on.

"And that was Elsa Winter's song Let It Go which is still topping the charts since it was first released. Don't miss her exciting concert playing in Burgess in June! Tickets go on sale in just a few weeks folks! That is only a short while before the concert! So line up to make sure you can get yours! Congratulations to our lucky winners of the pre-order competition held last week to win a double pass to see Elsa Winters, live on tour."

"I would have given anything to get those tickets," sighed Pippa. She sank back into the pillows of the couch looking quite upset. She did really want those tickets.

"Why don't you and Sophie like line up and buy some?" Jack suggested. Sophie was his best friend's Jamie Bennett's younger sister and she, just like Pippa, was obsessed with Elsa Winters. They would together jam to all her music in their rooms at full blast. Jack found it quite annoying as he preferred the peace and quiet and didn't like hearing Elsa Winters latest music at seven o'clock in the morning at full volume.

"Too expensive!" wailed Pippa. "I don't have the money and Mum's not exactly going to fork out like two hundred bucks on me. Plus I wouldn't be able to go alone, so that's like four hundred bucks."

"You're fourteen," Jack pointed out. "You don't need a babysitter."

"True but Mum thinks so," Pippa sighed, "especially if it was just Sophie and I."

"I see," Jack nodded.

Pippa then got a light in her eyes. "You could take us."

"What?" Jack said. "No! Why me? Why not Jamie?"

"Jamie is always doing something with his girlfriend," Pippa said. "He doesn't even live at home now that he's moved in with her."

"So by process of elimination, it's fallen to me?"

"Aha," Pippa nodded. "Please, if we see Mum together, we could persuade her to let us go."

"Fine," Jack knew he was defeated.

"Absolutely not!" was the response they got to talk to their mother when she returned from her work. The minute she had walked through the door, Pippa had pounced on her. "We can't afford to go see concerts when we have bills to pay." She placed some bags on the kitchen table that looked like they were from the local supermarket. Jack was pleased that his mother had gone shopping. They had literally no food for like two days in a row.

"But Mum," whined Pippa, "this is like a once in a life opportunity for me."

"Elsa Winters isn't going anywhere," their mother argued. "She'll come back to Burgess one day and you can save until then."

"Fine," Pippa said, "but you know I really want to go."

"And I really wanted to go see the Spice Girls but I couldn't as I was having you," their mother said to Pippa.

"Mum the Spice Girls had already broken up by the time I was born," Pippa said.

"They were?" Mum blinked.

"Yeah," Pippa said, "I was born in 2001 and they broke up like the year before or in 1998. Somewhere around then."

"Then what am I remembering?" their Mum turned to Jack. "Your birth?"

"Nope," Jack shook his head. "I was born the year before they formed their group."

"How do you kids know so much about one girl group?" their mother exclaimed.

"We just do!" Pippa said. "So can I go?"

"To what?"

"Elsa Winters of course!"

"I believe I said no!"

"But Mum!"

"That's enough," their mother snapped. "I have groceries that I bought after work. So Jack kindly go to the car and gather them while Pippa starts to unload the ones here."

Jack, knowing that he had lost this round, headed out to his mother's car. There, he started to gather some of the bags from the boot of the car.

The next day, Jack found himself working at the local Mayor's house. The mayor was this peculiar woman named Candy Lane. Jack actually thought that was a joke when he first heard it back when she ran for the Mayor's office but later turned out to be legitimate. Jack dug his spade into the cool Earth of the Mayor's lawn. He worked for a landscaping company, called North's Landscaping, and had been for the past few years now. He needed a job and the boss and owner, Nikolas North, had obliged in giving him one. At the moment, he was putting in a new sprinkler system. It was starting to turn to summer and Jack could already feel the heat pelting down on him. Jack wiped some sweat off his face with his gloved hand and went back to work.

It wasn't long before North came out of the house carrying a drink with ice in it. North handed the drink to Jack and he took it with a grateful look. Jack practically glugged the drink down. It was hot and he had already been working most of the morning. The looming sun was telling him that it was nearly midday and thus the hottest part of the day.

"Figured you could use a refreshment," North said taking the glass off Jack.

"Yeah I could," Jack said, "thanks. That was what I needed."

"Nearly done?" North asked scanning the lawn.

"I've installed most of the system in the back yard," Jack said. "I'm working on the front yard and then going to test it."

"Good," North said. "Lunch is in an hour, so try and be ready by then?"

"You got it boss," Jack said.

"Good man," North whacked him on the back. North then headed back into the house carrying Jack's empty glass with them.

Jack felt better after the cooling drink. He went back to digging his trenches to install the sprinkler system. He didn't get too far before he heard someone calling his name.

"Hey Frosty!" came a familiar voice.

Jack looked up and saw his old school chum, E. Aster Bunnymund striding towards him. Behind him, Jack could see his usual beaten up car. Bunnymund like to rough it when it came to his travelling.

"Hey man," Jack put down his spade and took off his gardening gloves. "What can I do for you?"

"You want to make some money?" Bunnymund grinned at his friend.

"Why I'm working," Jack laughed.

"No I mean nice easy money that requires you to do absolutely minimal amount of work and risk," Bunnymund explained. "So do you want to double your money or what?"

"What kind of work?" Jack asked as he folded his arms.

"Two words," Bunnymund grinned. "Elsa Winters."

"What about her?" Jack asked.

"She's playing here soon dude!" Bunnymund said. "She is hot right now and I don't just mean her popularity."

"What are you getting at?" Jack's eyes narrowed.

"Look," Bunnymund said, "Her tickets are two hundred a piece and they only allow you buy six at a time. We each buy six. I have four hundred dollars and just need two thousand more to do this."

Jack squirmed. "You want me to put up that two grand?"

"Yes," Bunnymund nodded. "You get paid, what, fourteen an hour?"

"Something like that," Jack shrugged.

"You work for like four hours a day and like three days a week?" Bunnymund said. "So you should have the money to put up."

Jack squirmed even hard. He had indeed earned enough money to help fund Bunnymund's crazy scheme but he had worked hard for that money. He had it all kept, nice and safe, in a bank account where he didn't want to touch it unless he wanted to buy something big like a brand new car or a trip somewhere.

"So this is what I was thinking," Bunnymund said. "If we sell them at like three hundred, you can earn your money back in no time at all! We just need to sell six tickets to get your money back. I get nothing out of that. Then I get my four hundred back out of the next two and the rest we split right down the middle! Come on, you know we can sell these. Elsa Winters is so popular right now."

"Well," Jack was tempted. Bunnymund what Bunnymund was saying was making a lot of sense. Elsa Winters is really popular right now."

"A front row ticket in Philly sold for over two thousand dollars," Bunnymund said.

"Wow," Jack said. He knew she was popular but that popular?

"Come on man," Bunnymund said. "They go on sale in just a few weeks. We gotta get moving. If the Wright Brothers came to you, you would have told them it was impossible to fly."

"The Wright Brothers? What century are you living in?"

"Aw come on," Bunnymund said. "I give my buddy a chance to double his money and he turns me down? That hurts!"

"Okay," Jack said. "I'm in but if we can, we got to save the last two tickets for me and Pippa."

"Oh right, your sister is a huge Elsa Winters fan."

"She is," Jack nodded. "So unless we haven't sold them by the day of the concert, could they be used for her?"

"Sure man," Bunnmund fist bumped him. "Sure."

A few weeks later, Jack and Bunnymund were on their way to purchase tickets for the upcoming Elsa Winters concerts. Jack had been woken quite expectantly early morning which Jack had met quite begrudgingly gotten up. It was a Saturday and Jack didn't like to get up early on Saturdays. Bunnymund had picked Jack up with his run down car. Over the years, Bunnymund's car had become rundown. Bunnymund turned on the radio and soon Elsa Winter's song came onto the radio.

Let it go, let it go,

And I'll rise like the break of dawn,

Let it go, let it go,

That perfect girl is gone,

"Come on," Bunnymund said as he started to fumble with his pockets as he tried to get out his phone. "Come on!"

Here I stand in the light of day,

Let the storm rage on!

"Come on," Bunnymund said as he was dialling on his phone.

The cold never bothered me anyway!

The song ended there and Bunnymund swore.

"Dammit," he said. "If you call during that song, you win two free tickets. That would have been another two hundred bucks for us."

"Us?" Jack said.

"Yeah," Bunnymund said, smiling. "We're partners now."

"Yeah," Jack said not knowing if that was a good thing or not. "I guess we are."

They soon arrived at the venue and got into line to purchase tickets to the Elsa Winters concert. She was only playing one concert in Burgess as it was added it instead of Pittsburgh. That meant the line was over like kilometre long. Bunnymund started to count up the people in the line. He swore when they got to him.

"Dammit," he said. "We should have gotten here earlier."

"Not everyone is going to buy six tickets," Jack reasoned.

"Yeah but the money is in the front," Bunnymund said. "We'll be lucky if we even get in the venue."

"Calm down," Jack said. He checked his watch. They would start selling tickets at three on the dot and it wasn't even two. He and Bunnymund had gotten here pretty early, only to find that people had beaten them there. Jack and Bunnymund waited for another twenty minutes before some guy in a cowboy hat offered them a taco which they declined as they weren't part of his group but he insisted anyway. Jack and Bunnymund, who were both a little hungry, accepted his offer.

"You boys from around here?" the guy in the cowboy hat had the accent to match as he handed them both their tacos.

"Yep," Bunnymund said as he took a huge bite of his taco.

"So is Harry," the boy nodded to his companion who was fixing the tacos for their group. "I'm actually from Dallas."

"I see," Jack nodded.

"The name is Felix," the cowboy said.

"Bunnymund," Bunnymund said shaking his hand. "This is my mate, Jack."

Jack also shook Felix's hand.

"Listen," Felix said. "Once you boys have gotten yer tickets. Come talk to me."

Bunnymund and Jack thanked him for their tacos and each took seconds. They then went back to whatever they were doing before Felix had offered them food. At three, the line started to move but slowly.

"Hurry up," Bunnymund whined.

Jack rolled his eyes. Soon, they were in the front of the queue. Jack had an envelope with his twelve hundred dollars in it. He was clutching it as if it was a newborn baby. He didn't want to spend his hard earned cash but he was sure that he would make it back, somehow. A woman called 'next' and Jack headed up to her. Jack asked for six tickets and handed her the money. The woman, who didn't say anything during this whole exchange, handed Jack six tickets. Jack looked at them. They were all in Row M.

Jack headed out of the line still staring at his tickets. In golden letters across the ticket were the words 'This ticket may not be resold'. Jack gulped when he looked at it but still pocked them anyway. Bunnymund soon joined him with a grin on his face.

"Row M is good," Bunnymund said. "First half of the alphabet."

They then headed over to see Felix who had got onto the bonnet of his car. He started to shout of the noise of the squabble that was happening below him.

"Hand your tickets to Harry and he will give you twenty dollars," Felix said. This was instantly met with whines and shouts.

"Twenty dollars?" one yelled. "For standing in line in the hot sun for hours?"

Nevertheless, Felix gathered up all the tickets and his group disbanded. He grinned at Bunnymund and Jack when they approached him.

"What row did you boys said?" he asked them.

"Row M," Bunnymund responded.

"Row M is good," Felix nodded. "First half of the alphabet. Now listen to me boys, I got a little proposition for you. You boys sell me your tickets for two twenty right here. That's a two hundred and forty dollar profit split both ways. That way you can unload your ticket before the price drops."

"No thanks," Bunnymund said. "We think we can make a better profit."

"Your buddy seems to think so," Felix nodded to Jack who was indeed thinking that they should sell them right then and there to Felix. Two hundred and forty dollars was a decent profit plus they wouldn't have to worry about selling them.

"We're fine," Bunnymund confirmed.

"Remember when Dylan was playing here a few years ago?" Felix said. "He was originally supposed to play only one show but the demand was so big that they added a second show. You know what happens when the supply goes up?"

"Demand goes down?" Jack said.

"Like an elevator with a busted cable," Felix said. "I was just lucky to have unloaded my stack before that happened."

"Then why aren't you concerned?" Bunnymund asked.

"If I lose money on this, I'll make it on something else," Felix shrugged. "So, boys, I'll even raise my price to two hundred and twenty five just because I like you boys. That's another sixty dollars of profit for you."

Jack was starting to think that selling their tickets to Felix was a good idea but Bunnymund didn't.

"Thanks but no thanks," Bunnymund said. "I think we still have a chance to sell them at a higher price."

"If you think so," Felix shrugged again. He then walked away leaving Jack thinking that they should have taken his deal.

"Don't worry about him," Bunnymund said as they got into his rusty old car that didn't have a door working. "We can make a lot more money than what he is saying."

"His offer did sound good," Jack said.

"Relax," Bunnymund said. "Like I said, we can much more than what he was offering. Remember, people love Elsa Winters. They will pay anything to go see her live. Trust me."

Jack wasn't so sure if he did.

Elsa was sitting at her hotel table eating a bowl of ice cream. They were in DC and had just done a couple of shows. She was watching her bodyguard, Kristoff, going through her mail. Elsa didn't like Kristoff that much. He was an alright but she felt like he was a bit of a privacy invader and Elsa liked her privacy. Sometimes Elsa referred to Kristoff as the Doofus as sometimes he would walk in on the most stupid moments and Elsa did not like that at all. Next to him was her Aunt Irena and her uncle and manager Pitch Black. Pitch had been her manager for a few months before he announced that he had fallen in love with her Aunt Irena and they were married the following year.

When Elsa's parents died, her Aunt Irena had taken them in and done her best to take care of Elsa and her younger sister, Anna. It wasn't long after that did her Aunt meet Pitch Black and start a relationship with him. Elsa had done some songs on a disk and Pitch had used that to get her a record deal. Now Elsa was here, travelling from country to country and being some international pop singing sensation. Elsa would call Pitch, El Genius as he wanted to be called that. It didn't matter how sarcastic she would sound whenever she said it, he would always take it as a compliment.

Elsa finished off the last of her ice cream but was still hungry. Elsa got off her seat and grabbed a bag of chips and walked back to her seat. Elsa watched as Kristoff opened another letter as she threw some chips into her open mouth.

"Another letter from Billy Boy?" she asked.

"No," Kristoff said.

"Aw," Elsa said. She started to sing. "Oh where have you been Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Oh where have you been charming Billy?"

Billy Boy had sent her four letters so far. They all said that he liked her voice but that he would kill her one day. Pitch had hired Kristoff after the first letter. Elsa would not be surprised one bit if Pitch had been the one who was writing the letters to make her stay under his thumb. He was such a control freak.

"You got another marriage proposal," Kristoff said reading the letter in his hand.

"What is it with these guys?" Elsa exclaimed. It was her seventh marriage proposal so far. Elsa watched as Kristoff placed the letter on a plastic bag. "What was that for?" she asked sounding shocked.

"FBI," Kristoff said simply.

"He said he wanted to marry me, not kill me."

"For some people, it's the same thing."

Elsa stared at Kristoff. He had actually said something profound.

"Let's see what he looks like," Elsa said. Kristoff held the picture up to her. Elsa laughed when she saw it. "He actually looks like you!" The photograph was that of a muscular man but he had long wavy hair. Kristoff had short but shaggy hair. "Maybe you should grow your hair out," Elsa told him.

Seven marriage proposals and she never had a serious relationship.

That moment her younger sister bounded into the room. She threw herself on the couch in Elsa's hotel suite. Kristoff turned around and grinned at her and she grinned back. Elsa rolled her eyes. They weren't really being subtle at all but she loved it.

"What's going on?" Anna asked.

"Looking through the mail," answered Kristoff.

"Ah," Anna said. "So where's the next stop?"

"Burgess," Pitch said as he went through some things. Elsa looked over at him and he had a pile of papers in front of him.

"I thought we were going to Pittsburgh," Aunt Irena said.

"That show got cancelled," Pitch smiled at her. "So it got changed."

"I see," Aunt Irena grinned at him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"So when do we get there?" Anna asked.

"Next week," Pitch said. He piled all the papers together and placed them in a file. "We leave in a few days so that Elsa can learn the stage and get her performance together."

"Okay," Elsa said, stuffing the last of her chips into her mouth.

A/N: So this is a little idea I had for a Jelsa story. It is sort of based off the story Small Steps by Louis Sachar (the guy who wrote Holes - awesome book and recommended), so some references will be here and there but there will be some differences and not follow the story completely. Although some characters have come through like Felix. Any questions regarding the book and any of the references, feel free to ask. I shall be happy to answer any and all questions.

Updates may be slow as I have two smallish but very important essays due on Tuesday which may impact my writing (I hope not as I want to write FanFiction instead of the stupid essays), plus I also have exams coming up which I don't want to do but I have to if I want to pass my papers and get a degree, sigh. So the exams I must do. But on the plus side, my last class of the semester was today which means that the university semester is over! So glad, that is over. Twelve very intense weeks that I have no idea how I survived. Now all I have to do is survive the exams. Eek, that is some hill I got to climb. At least I can obsess over Jelsa and Kristanna which funnily enough has distracted me in past exams I have done. It was like "Where did the last ten minutes go? I needed that time!" At least I managed to work the exam in the end.

Anyway, I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter and like the story so far. Like I said before, any questions, I shall be more than pleased to answer them. Also any suggestions for songs for Elsa shall be welcomed. Preferably something by Idina Menzel. I so far have Let It Go (obviously) and maybe Touch of Ice? Please review =)