Jelsa: Our Cold Time (Sequel to Our Eternal Winter)

Prologue

*November 20th, 1873*

*Elsa*

It was a week after Crystal's wedding day. Jack and I were wandering around the ice palace, collecting important items before we were to officially melt the entire place down. We had decided to move on from the North Mountain since we no longer needed to be close by Arendelle. Although, the decision was a bit tricky, considering that the North Mountain was also located close to the forest, where Crystal lived in the lair with Pitch.

I sighed as I thought. Jack came down beside me at the bottom of the stairs, wrapping an arm around my waist. We both looked around the blue palace in silence, taking it all in one last time. I took a deep breath, remembering everything that had taken place in this very palace. The very first image that popped into my head was Anna, which I had to shake away instantly. I couldn't think of her clearly yet without tearing up. It was just too hard.

"You ready?" Jack asked from next to me. I smiled at him and shrugged.

"Ready to move to the Arctic?" I replied in question. "Sure."

Suddenly from behind us, the front door burst open, causing both of us to jump and turn around. Our eyes widened when we saw Crystal and Pitch limp their way into the palace, breathing heavily. Their clothes were torn in random areas, blood seeping from the small cuts in their flesh. Crystal especially, who also had blood soaking both of her hands, and parts of her dress.

"Oh my gosh," I exclaimed with worry.

"What happened?" Jack asked them. They both looked up at us, their golden eyes glowing as Pitch struggled to hold Crystal upright. I cupped my hand over my mouth, staring at them frightfully. Crystal swallowed and stepped away from Pitch. I cocked my head to the side as I noticed his unusual attire. He wore a thick black cloak with a waistline belt that was crimson red. The collar of his cloak stood up tall in the back and was lined with thick faux fur of the same red shade. The final detail of his clothing I noticed was the black leather canvas boots that could probably stomp through anything.

"What are you doing here?" Crystal suddenly asked dryly. I shook away my observations and furrowed my brows.

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "Your father and I were just about to leave for the Arctic. What are you doing here? And whose blood is on your hands?" My voice was shaky, though, I tried my best to remain calm.

"What year is it?" Crystal breathed.

"What?" I asked, confused by her words.

"How old is Sapphira?" She raised her voice slightly in panic.

"She's ten! Now tell me what the hell is going on, please!"

Crystal stared wide-eyed. She looked back and forth between me and Pitch, who was still catching his breath next to her. I shook my head and looked over at Jack, who also looked utterly puzzled. 

"Crystal," I began calmly. "This week is your honeymoon. Now, what happened to you two?"

She licked her lips and stared with a serious look. "Mom," she started, glancing back at Pitch for a second. "We're from the year twenty-thirteen..."

I dropped my jaw, but still let her continue.

"We just traveled back in time."