Jelsa Twilight-style

We are standing in the forest. Everything is silent. The ground is covered in frost and snow. I stand under a tree. I can feel his presence behind me. Suddenly, I can feel his cold breath in my neck. I swallow nervously. I open my mouth.

"Since you came, everything has been different. It's cold, and random snowballs appear from nowhere. And you… You are cold, and pale. You move without shoes, though it's freezing."

The man behind me doesn't say a word. He only stands there.

"How old are you?" I ask, my voice trembling.

There's a while before he answers.

"17"

I close my eyes.

"How long have you been seventeen..?" I'm not sure what he will answer, but I know that he won't answer 'for about a year'.

Then I get my answer, and I'm not satisfied.

"For a while..."

He's still not admitting his defeat. I caught him. I figured out who he really is. But I just have to tell him it straight out, though he surely knows, that I know his secret.

"I know what you are…" I manage to whisper. It had taken a while, but I had figured it out. Everything matched with what I had seen. The cold. The falling snowballs from nowhere…

"Say it" his voice says behind me. It's low, but soothing. It send me chills, but I love it. I don't want him to stop. I want to listen to his voice forever.

"Out loud!" the voice continues. I stay silent. What if he wants to hurt me? What if, he doesn't want anyone to know?

"Say it!" the voice repeats.

I swallow again. I can't hold it anymore. I have to say it!

"You're Jack Frost, the snow spirit" I gasp. I said it. Now what?

"Are you afraid?" the spirit whispers.

I turn around and look at him. He's so perfect. When the light shines upon his snow white hair, it looks like pure silver. His blue eyes look straight into mine, and there's a small smirk on his beautiful red lips. I almost can't breathe, stunned by this perfect creation in front of me.

"No…" I then answer. And I'm not lying. When we stand here, and he looks into my eyes, I know that he won't hurt me. And I also know that I love him. I love him with all my heart.

"Why are you here?" I ask the Winter Spirit. He smiles at me and takes my hands. Then he slowly takes off my gloves. I gasp. No! But then I relax. This man in front of me is not human. He is a spirit and I will never hurt him. Nor will he hurt me.

"I am here" the spirit says "because a special girl caught my attention. A girl with powers over snow and ice…"

I look up at him as he takes the gloves and throw them away. His cold hands hold mine, and I touch his cold skin with my thumbs, slowly caressing it. It's so cold, yet wonderful. Then the ghost takes one of his hands out of mine and lifts it up to my cheek. He slowly touches it and then he lifts my chin up. I know what's about too happen. I close my eyes.

His lips are cold, but soft. I lift my hands up to his head, pull my fingers through his hair, which is softer than I ever could have imagined. I pull him closer, and he wraps his arms around my waist.

I know that we were meant to be, and that makes me happy. I'm his, and he's mine, now and forever.

The cold never bothered me anyway...

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