Jelsa Oneshots

First Meeting

Summary: Jack stumbles upon a mysterious ice castle in the middle of the mountains. He hears singing and decides to take a look inside. 

Jack Frost had always been drawn to the cold, his very nature tied to the chill of winter. As he flew through the snowy landscape, a gust of wind carried him further than he had ever been before. The snow swirled around him, and he found himself lost in a vast, frozen wasteland.

As he looked around, he spotted something glimmering in the distance. It was a beautiful, crystalline structure rising out of the snow, and he felt an urge to investigate. He flew closer, and as he approached, he could see that it was a magnificent ice castle, with spires and turrets that reached up into the sky.

As he approached the castle gates, he noticed a figure moving inside. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then decided to investigate further. He flew through the gates and landed on the snow-covered ground inside.

As he approached the castle, he could hear a faint singing coming from inside. It was a voice like he had never heard before, pure and enchanting. He felt a strange pull towards the sound, and before he knew it, he found himself standing before the castle doors.

He pushed them open and stepped inside, his breath catching in his throat as he saw what lay before him. The interior of the castle was even more magnificent than the exterior, with walls of sparkling ice and snow and shimmering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

And there, in the center of the room, stood a woman like he had never seen before. Her hair was a cascade of shimmering ice, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes a brilliant blue that seemed to sparkle like diamonds. She was wearing a dress of shimmering ice and snowflakes, and as she sang, the very air around her seemed to freeze.

Jack Frost stood there, transfixed, unable to move or speak. He had never seen anyone like her before, and he knew that he had to meet her.

As if sensing his presence, the woman turned and looked directly at him. Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

"Who are you?" she asked finally, her voice as soft and pure as the snow.

"I'm Jack," he replied, finding his voice at last. "Jack Frost."

"Jack Frost," she repeated, as if the name meant something to her. "I'm.. Elsa."

They stood there, staring at each other for a few more moments, until Elsa spoke again.

"I've never seen anyone like you before," she said. "Are you from around here?"

Jack shook his head. "No," he said. "I'm not from anywhere in particular. I just travel around, spreading the winter wherever I go."

Elsa smiled at him, a warm and welcoming smile that lit up her entire face. "Well, then," she said, "welcome to my home."

Over the next few hours, Jack and Elsa talked and laughed, sharing stories and experiences from their travels. Jack had never met anyone quite like Elsa before, someone who could control the ice and snow as effortlessly as she did. And Elsa was fascinated by Jack, with his free spirit and his ability to create winter wherever he went.

As the night wore on, Jack found himself feeling more and more drawn to Elsa. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on, something that made his heart skip a beat whenever he looked at her.

And it seemed that Elsa felt the same way. As they sat together on a balcony overlooking the snow-covered landscape, Elsa reached out and took Jack's hand in hers. They sat there, gazing out at the winter wonderland, and for a moment, everything else in the world faded away.

As they sat there, Jack could feel the warmth of Elsa's hand in his, and he knew that he had never felt anything like this before. He turned to her, and their eyes met, and in that moment, they both knew that something had shifted between them.

Elsa leaned in closer, and Jack could feel her breath on his face. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, and then felt her soft lips on his. It was a gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body that he had never felt before.

For a moment, they just sat there, their lips pressed together, lost in each other's embrace. And then, slowly, they pulled away, their eyes meeting once more.

"I don't know what just happened," Jack said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Elsa smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Neither do I," she said. She blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

They sat there for a while longer, lost in their own thoughts, until Elsa stood up and took Jack's hand.

"Come with me," she said, leading him back into the castle. "There's something I want to show you."

She led him through a maze of corridors and up a spiral staircase, until they reached a small room at the top of one of the towers. It was a cozy little space, with a fireplace and a large window overlooking the snow-covered landscape.

"This is my favorite place in the castle," Elsa said, as they sat down on a couch in front of the fireplace. "I come here when I need to think."

Jack looked around the room, taking in the warmth of the fire and the beauty of the view outside. And then he turned to Elsa, his heart full of emotion.

"I'm so glad that I met you," he said. "I don't think I could ever leave you now."

Elsa smiled at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I feel the same way," she said. "I don't think I could ever let you go."

And so, Jack and Elsa spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, talking and laughing and reveling in their newfound love. And in that icy castle, surrounded by snow and ice, they found something that they had been searching for their whole lives: each other.