So, this is my Jelsa journey. I hadn't seen Frozen until recently, but saw a Jelsa picture and looked around a bit. I can't say I loved them, but it was an interesting idea. Then I saw Frozen and well...I was sold. Originally I intended to just quickly whip this out, maybe have it be three parts about 10-15 pages each, but now I'm up to 50 pages with a faraway end. So, therefore, the chapters will be shorter and hopefully more frequently updated, which is good for all of you.

I've seen a lot of the stories of how they met, but mine deals mostly with the after and how things are dealt with...like the fact you have to believe in Jack to see him...or how it's going to work out since he's immortal and she's not, along with other stuff.

I have to thank my wonderful friend, Thea- who often goes by StarryKnight- for being my beta. This would have really bad grammar without you :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians. I do own certain characters in this story, but I'm not making money off of it. If I had it my way, Disney and Dreamworks would have collaborated to make it real.

It was quite the normal round, when it happened.

Fly around, he thought with a inward chuckle, to be more correct. Ah, he'd just frozen over the most brilliant pond out north and sat and watched the sun rise over the hills and the ice explode with sparkles. It had only been a handful of years since his creation, and at the moment, he wondered how he was to be so lucky to have gotten this job. Well, the fact he couldn't exactly remember the details before didn't bother him much. He was here now, wasn't he?

He flew over a mountain, expecting to see the light dusting that he would soon turn into a full out blizzard, but stopped in mid-flight. The area was covered in what already looked like the dead of winter. Even the spaces, as far as he could see, where it was usually summer, were encased in snow.

Now, Jack may have been slightly air-headed on occasion, but he rarely forgot where and when he made a place winter. And this place in particular, well, it was a special place. He knew the origins of his creation- Jack Frost was a Norse myth. And these Nordic lands still upheld slight tradition, and he always liked to hear the occasional mother tell her child about him, so he kept careful check. But this was beyond his memories. There was a darkness to this winter too, and his fists balled. He would find the source of his job and set them straight. If there was another Winter Spirit in his territory, then both he and the Man in the Moon would hear his complaints.

He flew over the castled area and saw the shivering people and the children too cold to play. It was reckless and caused by an amateur, he decided. The trick was to make the children like the snow, to play, to laugh. He never made winter this cold unless the town was made of adults who sat inside all day anyway.

Over the mountains, he saw a glimmer of light, just like the pond. Ice. There was a lot of it too, and the negative energies flowed from the area. It was so pungent and filled with bad emotions that it made something inside Jack shiver.

He was quite confused when he came upon a palace made of ice. It was so beautiful and fragile that it couldn't possibly be the source of this winter and bad emotions. He admired it from the skies for a couple moments, thinking that if he had a house, he would want to live there, before he noticed a balcony over the far side of the house. With the lightness of a feather, he landed. The ice beneath his feet was smooth and free of imperfections. He couldn't believe it was so well handled because there were no signs of any mortal interference like usual. How was it so flawless?

More curiously, the room he entered was empty. He chuckled, walking around. Well, if no was going to settle in, he'd be happy to. A bed there, in the corner. Right here, a place to put his staff. Perhaps a sitting chair near the door. Of course, there was still a whole castle to explore! His childish delight sprung up like a spring, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. His deep chortle reverberated around the walls.

The door swung open, and he turned to see who the house belonged to. The person he came face to face with was not the face he expected. Her eyes were wide and blue, her fingers were soft and slender as they came to her lips that formed in a perfect 'o' shape. Her hair, so beautiful and white, cascaded over her shoulder and onto the dress which shimmered with something he was sure was snowflakes as she paused. The wheels worked in his brain. She was so surprised... because she could see him?

Impossible. This was clearly a young adult, and they never saw him. It was only ever the occasional young one that recognized him, but even they grew out of faith. She was still a human, and therefore she would not see him. He wondered how she came to acquire this house and reasoned that if he was invisible, then he could live comfortably here without her ever knowing.

She still looked surprised, and he checked around his shoulder to see if anything extra-ordinary had happened on the deck while he'd been here. When he turned back, he saw her lips pull down in an ugly scowl.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded. He looked around, turning, hoping to see someone else behind him. When he came back to a full circle, she was still glaring in his direction.

"...Me?" he asked.

She crossed her arms and raised her chin. "Is there anyone else in the room?" she asked.

"Your hair is white." He whispered, enamored with her hair. He'd never seen white hair before. Except, of course, on his head.

She looked positively furious. "So is yours!"

"You can see me, then. You can actually see me." He got really close to her, and she stumbled back. The first signs of uncertainty crossed her face, and he realized she was not nearly as brave as she made herself to be.

"Yes. Of course. If you think you're hiding, then you should know you're not doing very well." She sniffed, and Jack shook his head.

"You can see me."

"Yes. We've established I have eyes. Now I'll repeat my question; what are you doing here?" Her words were dangerous, he knew, so he decided to ignore them and wandered around the room.

"So do you live here?" he asked, and she dipped her head, unsure of how to reply to a man who so bluntly ignored her demanding question.

"Yes."

"Really? I was just around this area a month ago, and it wasn't here. How did you build this place? It's...flawless," he breathed.

"Flawless?" She dropped her composure for a moment, caught off guard by his question.

He turned to her, a twinkle in his eye.

"Beautiful," he said with such a look in his eyes that the woman looked away.

"The house is," she agreed, but she wasn't sure if it was exactly the house he was referring to. "No matter your reason, you have to go."

"What?" Jack snapped around. First the beautiful ice house, then a beautiful woman that knew he existed, and now he was being asked to leave? That did not sit well in his stomach.

"You heard me. You have to leave. It's...for your own safety, really. I don't want to hurt anyone." Her last sentence was so soft it was a squeak of sound, and she began to back away.

"Hurt me?" He laughed, striding up to her.

"Really, that's too close. Don't get any closer. I'm serious, you could be...be..." She faltered, and he noticed her hands clenched tight and shaking.

"Do you plan on punching me?" he questioned, "Or is there a sword somewhere? I assure you, I'm near invincible," he said with pride, smiling at her.

"It's much worse. And I'm serious-,"

"Jack," he supplied, "Jack Frost- at your service."

Her hands stopped shaking, and her eyes widened. "Jack Frost?" she repeated, and he nodded enthusiastically. She would understand, surely, if she could see him.

"The one and only."

"Odin, your parents must hate you." She stifled a laugh behind her hand.

Jack frowned; this was not the response he'd hoped for.

"What? What's so amusing about my name?" he growled, sour at her giggles.

"Well, you know the myth. What kind of parent purposely names their son something so...so..." She struggled.

"I'm no myth!" he said defensively, "Myths indicate falsehoods. I'm for sure real."

The girl dropped her hands. "You're serious? Then you must be mentally unstable," she concurred.

"Hey!" He got close to her and grabbed her arm. She was shaking again and tried to get away.

"You really shouldn't be touching me, I swear," she said through gritted teeth.

"Take it back. I'm fine. Take it back."

She resisted his grip even more.

"I warned you," she whispered, and ice began to crawl up his fingers until he was blown away by an explosion of shards. He caught himself in the air and dropped the ice into puddles at his feet. The girl was at the back of the room, against a wall, and looked positively terrified at what she expected to have happen, most likely a bloody death. She looked at him, the puddles on the floor, and he looked at her, the ice snaking from her fingers.

"How did you do that?"

The question was fired in unison. They stared at each other for a couple more seconds, before Jack dropped back to the ground.

"As I said before, Jack Frost, at your service." He growled, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Odin's eye, you're...r...real!" She shook her head. "Oh gosh, I'm imagining this." She shut her eyes tight, and Jack crouched down, and gingerly taking one of her hands, an ice cold which on any normal human he would swear they were dead but on her felt natural.

"I'm not fake, trust me," he whispered, and her eyes opened slowly. They were such a brilliant color of cerulean blue, and he took a sharp intake of breath. He hadn't felt such a way about a woman...ever. It was an odd tingling in his stomach and yearning he'd never encountered before.

"Jack Frost." She smiled, "You were my imaginary friend when I was a child."

"That so?" He stood, helping her up, "And who are you, who has powers I've never seen before. Did the Man in the Moon give them to you as well?" he asked.

"Who?" she questioned. "No, no. I was born with them."

"Me too, I guess." He shrugged when she looked at his hands expectantly.

"Your name, beauty?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"None of that now." She became the composed girl he saw when she had first entered the room, and he was sad to see her return. She squared her shoulders and cleared her throat, "You are looking at the Elsa, Queen of Arendelle. You must be from a neighboring area, or you would have known that."

Jack dropped to a bow. "A queen! M'lady." He pretended to curtsy.

Her lip curled into a smile. Then, it fell. "Well, I was. But I live here alone now." She looked at him pointedly, and he felt it to be a hint to leave, but he wasn't going anywhere.

"Alone?" he echoed. "Isn't that...lonely?"

"That's the point. I'm free though." She reveled in the words, and Jack saw frost drip from her palms, and he tilted his head.

"That sounds like a story," he said, and Elsa shook her head.

"If I may return to my solidarity," she asked, and Jack shook his head.

"Such a big place for one person. I'm assuming you've guessed I don't mind the cold, so I think I'll stay here for awhile." His words caused Elsa to sputter and loose her mask of composure.

"What? No," she said firmly and coughed, "I command you to leave me in peace!" She attempted to sound like a graceful queen. He saw through her though, but he didn't doubt she wanted a little bit of isolation. Too bad; what better than two people who were isolated to be isolated together?

"Nice try, Elsa." He walked over to the door, "But you're not my queen."