Melting the snow.
She who never loved…
He who never felt it…
Elsa stood on the balcony of her ice tower, looking down at the craggy cliffs below. Elsa felt relieved. Anna was safe. "I hope she won't come after me," Elsa muttered.
"Who?" Someone asked. Elsa spun around and saw. He had white hair, blue eyes. "Who are you?" She questioned, "How did you even get here?"
The man chuckled, "I'm guessing you don't know. I'm Jack Frost."
Elsa nodded, "May I ask how did you get here?" Jack Frost grabbed her and started to, fly! Elsa was scared, really scared.
"Humans can't fly!" She screamed. "Well I'm not human." Jack simply replied. Now Elsa was horrified.
"Let go of me! Right now!" Elsa screamed kicking her legs. Jack once again chuckled and let go.
Elsa screamed. Falling, falling, which Elsa knew wouldn't go well. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was going to happen. Her body stopped for a brief moment and started to fly north. This wasn't how humans would fall. But Elsa also wasn't exactly human.
She opened her eyes slowly, realizing she fell asleep. "I'm alive!" She said joyfully. "That was just…a dream!"
"Jack…" Santa called threateningly, "What did you do…