Frost glazed the windows to a room high in a king's palace. Swirls and intricate patterns laced the glass, and someone – hair like snow itself – sat on the windowsill, staring at a world they – for all they thought – would never come to know. It was cold, but they didn't feel it. It was snowing, but they didn't care. It was lonely, and a small hand pressed itself to the pane in hope.
There wasn't anything to be said, nor was there anything to do, spare play with snowflakes as they kissed at their skin. Power over something as cold and lonesome as snow and ice… it was, undoubtedly, a terrible curse. No warm embraces from a sister, and no kisses goodnight from parents…
Jack Frost watched his princess with a sorrowful expression, legs dangling from the windowsill, staring in at her as she sat alone in her room. Elsa's coronation would be soon; and no longer would she be alone. The princess he'd stayed by since the start would be queen, and no longer would he be able to stay to watch over her.
She'd never believed in him; never had they spoken, and never had they touched. Every now and then, Jack would delude himself into thinking she was looking at him, but she was simply looking out of the window, onto the kingdom she would soon own. It hurt for her not to see him. More so that she always seemed so lonely, so isolated and in dire need of a friend she could be with without fearing harming them. Jack Frost could be all that to her, and more, should she have believed in him for only a second, but never…
He still hoped, though.
What else could he do but that? If he stopped, he felt as though his heart would shatter, shards of his icy heart would lodge in him, causing constant pain as he looked on at the beautiful young woman. He couldn't stop believing, or else he wouldn't know how to go on.
Jack had long since fallen hopelessly in love with Princess Elsa. He'd watched over her; a guardian angel to the girl since a young age. Never had he heard such a beautiful voice, and not once had he seen someone wield such power over the same elements as he. It would have been foolish of him to let her leave his sight, and so he stayed; nothing more than a ghost of her power to Elsa and her parents, but he remained in the background, helping her and protecting her. He provided beauty whenever possible. Jack had discovered when she was but a baby that Elsa was immune to the icy temperatures he held power over, and so he could create beauty in his own way for her.
Frost in gorgeous patterns, snow in pretty shapes, and the wind would carry swirls and curls of snowdrift, all to entertain her. As she had grown older, the fixation on that which she once deemed perfection became a curse to her. She no longer wanted her power. She no longer wanted to see the snow or the frost. She no longer wanted Jack's powers… but still he remained by her side. He followed her with blind faith. It was all he could do; she couldn't control her gift, and so he helped her control it for her.
Icy blue eyes licked over the room within the palace; she was growing tired. Another day had passed without any significant event, and now he was perched outside her window, in the same place he sat every night, a relentless guardian. Tomorrow would be her coronation, and she would be Queen. And Jack would watch as she revealed her beauty to the world with pride and joy in his heart, glad that she would finally be in the company of others, and she would be happy...