So, as many of you may have known, to celebrate the huge success that I have had with this story, I held a giveaway on Tumblr and one of the prizes that I gave away was a copy of Frostbitten (a hard copy). In order to do this, I felt the need to go back through and edit the original work. This included fixing grammatical errors, fixing continuity errors and even rewriting more than a few paragraphs to help the entire story flow better. I must say that I am VERY pleased with how it turned out. However, I have gone through and updated all of the chapters that were originally posted here on with the edited versions. I have added nearly ten thousand words to Frostbitten, and this bonus chapter.

This means that you will be reading an entirely updated Frostbitten than you have read before.

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Arialene

Bonus Chapter

Arendelle 2032

It had taken them over two years to slowly work through the box of letters that had been left in their bedchamber, curiously reading the words that had been left behind by their descendents. The letters had all been addressed to Jack, most of them speaking of hopes for the futures or accomplishments they had achieved that they had wanted to tell him about. There was also tales of hardship, of loss and of pain that was poured out onto the paper; the marks of illness, war and strife being shown throughout the decades.

Some of the envelopes had been marked stamps and other signs of being sent through the post, foreign addresses from a variety of global countries as the family had spread out over time. The entire box had been a timepiece itself, a window through history through the eyes of their family members.

And now, there was only one letter remaining.

It had no stamps or markings to show that it came from another country, no scrawled date in the top corner to give a hint of what era it had come from. Just his name written in familiar but shaky script on the front, and her seal connecting the edges of the parchment on the back.

Anna's letter.

They sat quietly next to each other on the settee, the yellowed parchment of the letter held gently in Jack's hands as he looked down at it. This had been one of the letters he had dreaded the most, not knowing what she would say in response to what he had done. He slowly looked up at her, swallowing nervously before turning the letter over and cracking the seal.

"Here we go," he said softly, unfolding the letter to finally read Anna's words.

Arendelle, 1887

Hello Jack,

It's certainly been awhile, hasn't it? I don't think that you'll make it back to see my beautiful, sophisticated self; I'm afraid the years of running down the halls and eating chocolates are starting to wear down on me. I'm getting ready to turn 86 this year, if you can believe that. I'm afraid my hair has gone white again, though that is from an entirely different magic, and I've long since given up the pigtails.

It's been getting quiet again in these palace halls. The children were grown when you were last here. Then they had children, and, oh, what a grand time that was! All of the fun, and none of the responsibilities. Kristoff and I quite enjoyed it, I must admit. And Olaf too, having new little ones to play with.

But, now they are all growing up, and starting to move on with their lives; new obligations, getting married and moving away.

Everything feels so much colder now, though I'm not sure if that's due to the weather, my age or having to warm the bed alone these nights now. Kristoff passed on several years ago, quietly in his sleep. He led a good life, and his knees certainly told him that he did in the last decade. He took me on sleigh rides as often as he could though, considerably slower than when we were younger.

It's mostly just myself and Henrik in the palace now. I help him manage the staff while he tends to everything else; you remember how it is. He's a good king, Jack. You would be so proud of him.

His son, Johan, is a good boy too, he's touring the continent right now with his family. The crown is in very good hands.

Jack, I don't blame you for what happened with Elsa; it was sudden and terribly unfortunate but sometimes that is just the lot we are dealt in life. It's how you live your years that makes them worth living.

I just hope that it didn't take Henrik too long to figure that out; anger and resentment is a terrible thing to hold onto in your heart.

I hope that you will one day see this Jack. I hope one day that you do return to Arendelle and see what legacy you still have here.

I am afraid I am rather tired now, so I must go rest.

Live well Jack, wherever you are.

Love, Anna

Elsa reached the end before he did, she'd always been quicker at reading than he was. He felt her squeeze at his arm as he carefully held it out for them both to read, heard her choke on a sob. As he read the last few lines, fighting back tears of his own, he turned and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

They were silent for a long moment as the words, written long ago from the ever fiery Anna sank in.

Elsa leaned back, wiping at her eyes with a smile on her face. "She had a good life it sounds like," she said. "After-after we left."

Jack nodded, picking the letter back up to read over the last few lines again. "Yeah," he agreed. "Yeah it sounds like she did."

He carefully folded the age-worn parchment back up, running a thumb over the broken seal before looking back at Elsa.

"Time to go say hello?" he asked, smiling at her.

Elsa nodded. "Yes," she said.

They stood, Jack turning to set Anna's letter on the settee that they had been sitting on and Elsa crossed to the door, picking up the bouquet of flowers that had been sitting in a vase; they were tied together with a green ribbon. Opening the door, then stepped out into the hall and began their trek through the palace out to the graveyard.

Today was Tuesday, Anna's favorite day of the week; she had always claimed that it was least loved day of the week and thus aimed to give it the attention she felt it deserved. Every Tuesday since Elsa had returned, they went out to visit her grave and told her of everything she would have found exciting.

They had told her of all of the places they had traveled, across all of the different countries and continents. They had told her about technology and modern marvels, about the family and how amazingly big it was, especially about her own descendents.

Jack opened the door for Elsa as they made their slow trek through the gardens, neither saying anything as the familiar shapes of the tall gravestones came into view. They paused as they reached Anna's, her name carefully carved in old Norse across the stone face.

Elsa bent down, picking up the old flowers that she had brought last week and tossing them to the side before laying the fresh ones in their place; she would lay the old flowers in the flower beds they would walk back by on their way back.

Jack stepped forward, turning to sit with his back against the stone and smiled up at the dark stone as Elsa carefully knelt down properly on her knees.

"Hey firecracker," he said, patting the stone. "We finally read your letter today. I bet you've been waiting for me to do that."

Elsa chuckled. "It was a very nice letter," she said. "You always wrote nice letters."

"Well," Jack drawled out. "There was that one that you left for Elsa just before you met me."

"Jack," Elsa chastised.

He grinned at her. "Yeah, I suppose that was over two hundred years ago now," he said.

He looked down at the grass covering the ground, picking at a few blades. "It was a pretty good letter you left me," he admitted. "I only wish I had read it sooner."

He paused, taking a moment to think before he looked up at the sky. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're still putting me in my place, all these years later," he asked wryly. "You wouldn't have it any other way."

As if in a silent answer, the last of the morning clouds across the sun finally broke, brilliant sunlight spilling slowly over Arendelle in a wave of yellow warmth. They both chuckled, Elsa turning her head up and sighed happily, closing her eyes as sunlight filled the area around them.

He could almost imagine her cheery form sitting at the top of gloomy gravestone, looking down at them with a happy smile, bouncing up and down as she excitedly waited to hear more of their stories.

"No," he said, smiling. "No, you certainly wouldn't."