I just realized that I called this story Frozen in Time, which has nothing to do with the story. I think, somewhere way way back, like two years ago, I as planning to have Elsa be dead for a long time, so that would've been why.

I think a more fitting name would be 'Jack's Frost's Wish', which is why that's what it's called now. :)

Epilogue

Anna and Kristoff were crowned within a week of Elsa's return, and Arendelle celebrated, for the old queen and the new, who were both present.

Shortly afterwards, a different sort of celebration was held, this time in a snowy forest glade, away from all the fuss and attention. Elsa became Elsa Iduna Frost that morning, and took her Guardian oath before the Guardians and her sister.

She had decided that not having a home was unhealthy for her new husband, and after some deliberation, they went up into the forest that night. It was peaceful and quiet, the soft snow falling around them as they flew up to the North Mountain and climbed the icy steps to Elsa' ice palace.

At the door, she made the mistake of looking at Jack before going in, and he snickered and gleefully scooped her up and flounced inside.

After they had calmed down, he straightened up and looked around again. They spent the evening running around changing the design of the place to suit both their tastes, but eventually the designing turned into a snowball fight through the halls and up the stairs, which ended when she was laughing so hard she slipped on some ice, and he shot out and caught her, both of them breathless and panting, and giggling helplessly.

Nothing could've made that day any more glorious than it was.

Anna's child was born that spring, a little boy, who she and Kristoff named him Agnarr Jackson, after her father and her brother-in-law. The queen had taken over the rule of the kingdom with the help of her logical, down-to-earth husband, and the Council had cooperated well enough.

Elsa and Jack visited once a week, and spent their days all over the world, making icicles and snow days, and even though they fought sometimes, they always made it up to each other, or got a snowrub instead.

Hundreds of years later, when Elsa's great-great-great-grandnephews and nieces were ruling Arendelle, the two Winter Spirits could be spotted peeking through windows when there were parties, or leaving un-signed gifts for their relatives.

And Pitch Black remained imprisoned, unable to do anything except think evil thoughts alone to himself.

There would always be darkness, shadows, and fear, but without the King of Nightmares, that's all they would ever be.

The world was once again safe.