She woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of something hitting her window. She looked in that general direction, and saw nothing. There was no one, nothing that could have made the noise. So, she dismissed it and decided it would probably be best to go back to sleep, until she heard it again. Her eyes widened as she realized she really was hearing something, so the young princess Elsa got up to go look out her window as she heard it for the third time. This time, though, she saw snow splatter across her window and fall down as it melted against the warmth of the window. She never expected to see a teenager with white hair down below. As soon as he saw her, he held his next snowball and stopped before throwing it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he said, but she couldn't hear him through the window. She could tell he was saying something, though, so she opened the window to the cold chill of the winter air.
"Say that again?" she said, looking down at him. "I couldn't hear you."
The boy grinned, then laughed, and shouted, "I said I didn't mean to wake you!"
"SHHHH," Elsa yelled back. "You could wake the whole castle!"
"Guess you'll have to come down here then to keep me from shouting!"
"Or just let the guards hear and come for you," she said sternly.
"Come on, lighten up! Who do you think you are, the Princess?" he said, getting another one of his snow balls ready in hand.
Elsa started to speak, but before she got the chace to spit anything out, there was the feeling of wet snow on her face. Usually, she would be upset about this, but in this particular instance she felt overjoyed. She started laughing, enjoying the wet snow on her face as she licked it from her lips before looking down at her attacker.
"You want a snowball fight? I'll give you a snowball fight!" she yelled down at him. "Catch me as I jump!"
The boy stuck his arms out right under the window with the intention of catching her.
"You sure you can catch me?" she asked, slightly hesitating.
"You can trust me," he said. "I won't let you hurt yourself."
So, in complete confidence at the boy, she jumped out the window and fell into his arms. He smirked a bit before putting her down, and just before he could properly introduce himself, Elsa had made a snowball in her hand with her powers and smashed it into Jack's face. She giggled and laughed as she ran behind the trees.
"Okay, I'm down here. Now, you have to get me! But, I must warn you, you picked the wrong girl to start a snowball fight with."
The boy smirked, "No, I promise you, you have chosen the wrong opponent!"
He then made a snow ball and threw it in her direction, but she dodged it. He kept on throwing them at her, but he could not figure out how she was able to dodge every single one of his throws, and with every throw, they got deeper into the woods on the edge of Arendelle.
"Are you all done yet?" Elsa asked with full confidence.
"I have to admit, girl, you're pretty good," he said, but not quite ready for defeat.
"Oh, I'm better than you could ever imagine I am," she said, making a snowball in her hand with the powers and magic she was born with. "Now, it's my turn for the attacks."
She then started throwing the snowballs at him one by one much quicker than any normal person could make snowballs, and the boy was having a hard time figuring out how she was doing it, until he looked closely and saw she was making them out of thin air. He found himself dumbfounded at these powers, and never realized...
The boy took his staff and froze the snowballs in place and looked over at Elsa, confused, excited, nervous, scared, and every other emotion you could imagine whirling around inside of him.
"You have magic over the snow and ice!" he said, scared to walk closer to her.
Elsa then broke out of the trance she had been in and became afraid by his accusation. He knows... She thought to herself as she looked down at her own hands. How could I have been so reckless? I'm never to use my powers around anyone, and somehow this boy got me to use them in a simple snowball fight...
"Who are you?" yelled the boy, unsure of what to do or how to react.
"I could ask the same for you," Elsa yelled back at him. "You got me to use my magic in front of you, and I can't even do that in front of my own sister! What did you do to me?"
With every word she spoke, the weather started picking up. The winds got more powerful, and the snow thicker.
"I asked you a question, who are you?!" Elsa asked again, looking up away from her hands and at him. The boy started to realize that her emotions were what was causing the weather to pick up. So, he started walking closer to her.
"No, stay back!" she said, taking a step back. "I'm dangerous!"
"Not to me you're not," he stated, getting closer. He was only a few feet from her now. "There's no need to be afraid of me. My name is Jack, Jack Frost. I was surprised when you came to your window and you were looking right at me...no one has ever seen me before, and at first I thought it was a fluke. Maybe you were looking at the snow in my general direction, so I thought I would yell up at you."
Elsa got a little calmer as he spoke to her.
"Then, you actually talked to me. You could see and hear me, and now I know why. Your powers, you have power over the ice and snow just like me."
Elsa was scared, yet comforted at the idea that there was someone out there with magic like hers, magic that she had been taught to fear, magic that she had been told to conceal for her own good.
"Now, it's my turn," he said, looking from her hands to her eyes. "Who are you?"
She hesitated. Letting him know her identity could be dangerous. What if he was a spy? What if he planned to kidnap her? Could she trust him? As these thoughts started swirling around in her head, the winds and snow started to pick up again.
"It's okay," he said. "You can trust me."
Then, they heard the sound of horses, dogs, and footsteps. Jack had no idea what was coming, but Elsa knew that they had discovered she was missing and started the search party.
"If you know what's best for you, you will leave now," she said sternly, taking a few steps away from him.
Jack looked at her with confusion plastered all over his face.
"What you hear is a search party. They've noticed my absence and have followed my trail out here. When they see you with me, they will think you kidnapped me."
He looked her at disbelief, and there was a moment of silence as he contemplated what she just said. "Before I go, please tell me. Who are you?"
She was looking ahead, as calm as ever, but sternly announced her name. "I am Princess Elsa of Arendelle."