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Snowmen.

An Anna x Jack Frost story

Anna was bored. Her sister Elsa had once again declined her request to build a snowman. It was the first snow of the winter and she'd been so excited, so sure that this time, they would do it like they were children. However, the door to Elsa's room stayed shut.

The strawberry blond girl strolled through the halls, pondering if she would get in a lot of trouble, if she went out alone. She deemed it fine and climbed onto the windowsill for a better look of the world. Arendelle was beautiful.

"I'll go!" she whispered in excitement and jumped back to the floor. Giving in to temptation, she ran to her sister's room.

"Elsa!" she knocked on the door. "Let's go build a snowman!" There was no reply. Anna sighed and turned to go, her only white strand of hair falling out of her braid. It escaped her notice that the nearest window to her slowly frosted and a boy's pale face peeking through it.

Jack Frost had been to Arendelle many times, but not once before had he bothered to visit the lonely castle. This time, however, he had heard the townspeople talk about the two princesses living there and curious to have some royal fun, he'd asked the wind to take him there.

The girl he'd seen through the window exited alone and when she started gathering snow for a snowman, her smile wavered. Frost landed next to her. Peeking over her shoulder, he grinned and froze the ground. Anna didn't notice the ice and fell, hitting her head.

"Ow," she cried, standing up again. Jack pinched her cheeks, which immediately reddened. "Who did that?" she called out childishly, but there was no one around. Jack made faces at her and created a small road of ice, before giving her a slight push. Anna slipped again and tumbled forward, sliding over the frozen stones. She giggled, letting it go as it did. Jack grinned, enjoying the sound of her laughter. He flied forward, sprinkling snow over the girl's head and widening the icy path, which ended with a pile of snow. Anna landed in it.

"Cold! Cold! Cold!" she exclaimed, jumping quickly up. She brushed the snow off and hugged herself, trying to stop the shivering. Her gloves had come off and her fingers were turning red.

Jack stared at the freezing girl with a newfound fear. Whenever he'd played with other villagers, there was always someone to get the children back to warmth in the end. Anna was out alone.

"Come on!" he muttered. "You're cold. Go back inside then!" As sad as it made him, Anna's adorable sneeze made him want to protect her.

Anna put on her gloves and ran to her unfinished snowman. She tarted packing up the snow. Frost facepalmed and froze the road to the castle's door. Wind pushed Anna on it and the young man made sure she reached it safely.

The girl jumped up, looking slightly angered. "No!" she yelled. "Let me finish my Olaf!" Frost turned to look at the snowman and started finishing it up. Anna stared at the snow moving by itself and giggled, running forward.

"Will you come again?" she asked eagerly. Frost threw a snowball at her.

"I'll take it as yes," she grinned. Another snowball flew her way, but she managed to duck before it hit her.

"Okay, I'm going!" she laughed, backing away slowly. Jack watched her go with a tiny smile on his face, glad the girl couldn't see it.

Anna turned to him, before entering. "My name is Anna," she smiled sweetly. "What's yours?" Frost's answer went unheard.

After a long time, Anna was genuinely happy. She finally had a friend! During the dinner with her parents and Elsa, she could not wipe off the ridiculous smile Jack had brought.

"What's got you so cheerful, Anna dear?" her mother inquired. A pea fell off Anna's place, escaping her fork.

"I played with the Winter Man," she said, leaning under the table to pick the unfortunate vegetable up. "We built a snowman."

"You mean Jack Frost," Elsa stated calmly. "From that one story you loved." Anna nodded, recalling the name.

"Jack Frost," she grinned. "Right. I forgot. I played with the Jack Frost."

"It's just a story, Anna," her father said gently. The girl nodded absentmindedly. The smile didn't leave her face for a second. She finished her dinner quietly, which was rather unusual for her. When she returned to her room later with a mug of hot chocolate, she knew in her heart: Jack Frost was real.

Jack didn't want to go. He finished Anna's snowman (and a few more), but even though the night was falling, he had not stepped out of the castle's grounds. He flied around, checking in through the windows. When he was making his last tour, he noticed an open window. He flew closer and yes, there she was.

Anna. She was sitting on her bed, wrapped in blankets and she was holding a cup of chocolate. It was still steaming.

"Anna!" he whispered, flying in. "You shouldn't keep the window open in winter. You'll catch a cold."

"Close it then," she snickered. Jack froze, hearing her talk to him.

"You see me?" he was baffled, but closed the window behind him. "How?" he stood near it, looking as if he had been caught causing mischief. Anna grinned and called him closer. Jack flew, landing right in front of her. Their noses were almost touching.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" she whispered, her breath evaporating in the cold. Jack was speechless.

"Jack Frost," he whispered back, eyes shining. "That's my name." He was mesmerized by Anna's eyes. "And yes, I would like to build a snowman."

End of Part One