A/N: I wrote this for a friend and I hope you like it. It will not be continued, It's just a short one shot drabble that I hope you love as much as I do :)
Disclaimer: Nope, Not mine
I knew I was alone, I was afraid. I had never seen so much white in my life. I had been locked in my room for years, and my walls had been white at times, my floor, my ceiling, my windows masked in white. But this was all new to me, for I knew it went on forever. As far as the eye could see was white. I was terrified to get lost in it. For I knew now this was my fear, my anger, my heart. This is what I am. I am cold. I am ice.
I looked around me, the cold biting, gnawing at my finger tips but it didn't bother me at all. I stared at the vast nothingness before me and spun, trying to look for the way out into the sea. I needed to go far away so that the ones I cared about would never be hurt again. That's when I felt a snowball hit me in the back. I whirled, searching for my attacker. I heard a laugh on the wind and suddenly another snowball splashed across my cheek and nose. The storm gathered and the wind became fiercer as my fear and anger swelled. "Hello!?" I shouted into the turmoil, not expecting an answer. That's when I spotted it on the horizon. Or should I say, I spotted him. Walking toward me through the snow and the wind, his shoulders square and his staff tapping lightly on the snow and ice, he seemed to glide toward me, not even caring about the ice hitting his exposed face.
As he came closer I saw white hair and playful, ice blue eyes. He spoke to me, "Elsa?" And his soft voice reached my ears even through the howling wind. "Who ARE you?" I shouted back, barely able to hear myself over the din. He smiled then and came close enough to whisper in my ear, "My name is Jack and I like warm hugs." My eyes widened without my meaning to. I remembered all those nights I had dreamed of my imaginary friend, Jack Frost. We had such adventures together in the long hours playing and pretending nothing was the matter. How many times had I awoken, feeling as if I was watched and protected? How many times had I gazed out the window and watched ice crystals form, feeling as if they were somehow for my amusement. How many times had I built a snowman as I had once done for my sister, and pretended his name was Jack? How many times had I just cried into the nothingness, wishing for a warm hug? I realized then, that he wasn't imaginary. That he was real and had been here the whole time, comforting me, entertaining me watching over me.
This was my Jack. I looked up into his eyes and he leaned forward ever so slowly. I swear to this day, when he kissed me, the storm froze in place and as he held his mouth to mine, the snow slowly melted away until we were both left staring into each other's eyes. And then he just smiled and I knew I had found a place in this world.