The Story of the Snow Queen had always intrigued Jack Frost. Though he had already been chosen by the moon as a winter spirit but not yet a guardian at the time this story had supposedly took place, he had missed out on the events of the legend. He was to busy that summer causing some mischief in the Southern Hemisphere seeing as it was their winter at the time. Winter was almost over, why not take a break and go to Norway this spring. On second thought, why not go now.

"Wind, take me North!" Jack exclaimed as a sudden gust of wind swirled around Jack Frost and sent him spiraling into the air.

Jack flew above the streets of Oslo, causing a sudden flurry of snow as he passed. In truth he had no idea where to start looking for this legendary Snow Queen. She was just a myth. But after all, wasn't he? Jack snickered at the thought. "Well, I might as well start where any other tourist would," Jack thought out loud.

He dipped down next to a tour bus as some people stepped out. There was a little girl in the crowd clutching a book of fairy tales by Hans Christian Anderson. She let out a slight gasp as she saw Jack Frost standing next to the buss and a smile spread across her face. Jack put a finger to his mouth so she wouldn't cry out in excitement. "Ginny, come on dear" Her mother called for her and the girl named Ginny hurried along to catch up with the tour group, still looking over her shoulder at Jack.

When the tour guide started to talk lecture them about the history of Norway, Jack caught up to Ginny, seeing an opportunity. He knelt down next to her and she whispered to him enthusiastically, "Your Jack frost, aren't you?" She pointed to a picture in the book with a cartoon drawing of Jack Frost looking like a silly little boy blowing wind and snow onto a village.

"Yeah, that's me. Hey could you do me a favor?" Jack asked. Ginny nodded. "You've heard about the Snow Queen story right?" Ginny nodded. She flipped to a page in her book showing a beautiful but evil looking woman who was shooting icicles out of her fingertips in the book. "Could you please ask that woman where in Norway this story might have happened?" She nodded eagerly.

Ginny raised her hand and the tour guide stopped her speech to hear what the little girl had to say. "Where did the Snow Queen live?" Ginny asked. The crowd chuckled at the cuteness of the little girl.

"Actually," said the tour guide, happy to give the group a good story "Hans Christian Anderson based his story after a famous Norwegian legend. They say the Snow Queen ended up burying her kingdom under snow after giving them an eternal winter. Locals say the Kingdome still lays Frozen in the fjords just North of here and the Snow Queen's Palace lies high up in the nearby mountains that are so treacherous to climb that no one has been able to do it. Looks like the queen wants to be left alone."

Jack thanked Ginny and sent snowballs flying into the faces of all the adults at once, causing the little girl to giggle. She waved goodbye as he took off.

Jack flew north to where the tour guide had said. He saw a frozen fjord and some spiky, snow covered peaks just behind it. The tallest to the North towered over the other mountains and its shadow reached the fjord. Jack thought that as good a place as any to start looking for this Snow Queen's Palace. He dropped down on the mountain's peak and shuffled around in the snow.

Something bright sparkled just above a snowcap. Jack investigated it and found it was part of some sort of an ice structure lying underneath the snow. This must be the Snow Queen's Palace. Jack used his staff to blow the snow out of the way to reveal a balcony completely made of ice. The structure was much larger than he thought. At least there was a doorway; maybe the inside of the palace was still intact and not filled with snow. He pushed the frozen doors open, marveling at the handiwork it must have taken to create such beautiful architecture out of ice. Once he got inside he saw just how big the palace was. He was so entranced by its magnificence and the crystal chandelier above his head that he only just realized that there was a body on the floor.

It was a woman and she looked frozen. She was the most beautiful thing Jack had ever seen. Her skin was pale and smooth as marble. Her hair was a white blond that sparkled as it was wrapped around in a long braid. Her crystal blue gown glittered as if it too were made of ice. Is this the snow queen? Jack thought as he stared entranced at the woman. She looked nothing like how the storybook that Ginny had made her look. She had no spiky crown and she did not look evil. She looked peaceful just lying there and yet somehow sad as well. Is she dead? Jack wondered. He gently touched her on the shoulder. Her skin was as cold as ice. Nothing ever felt cold to Jack Frost. The woman was as frozen as a glacier. Jack felt a pang of sadness wash over him as he assumed she was dead.

Just then, her eyes suddenly opened and she inhaled a deep gasp of breath. She looked around frightened and then she saw Jack standing in front of her. "Go away," She pleaded, staring at him with her beautiful blue eyes that were filled with fear. "I just want to be alone." She pulled her hands away as if they were dangerous weapons and turned away from Jack.

"Hey it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." Jack said, speaking softly to the woman.

"I don't want to hurt you," She said, her voice distant.

"What's your name?" Jack found himself asking.

She looked up at Jack with those magical blue eyes of hers that were not unlike Jack's own. "Elsa," she said at last.