Preface
The sun is warm on my skin even though the ground and everything around me is covered in white. The snow glitters in the sun's light making everything sparkle. I wear a cloak lined with fur, but I'm not cold. The cold never bothered me.
I walk away from the palace, my home, my prison. I barely ever go outside anymore. I hardly ever talk to anyone. I'm isolated, from everyone, including my sister. But, it's the only way to keep her safe.
The grounds behind the palace are overflowing with trees- our very own forest-but I say to the path in front of me. When I get to where I'm going-a small circular clearing-I sit on the bench between two trees and start down at my gloved hand. My father gave me the glove yesterday to try and help me control my powers. Now, when I touch things it doesn't freeze. I pulled the fingers until the glove slips from my hand. I stare at my pale skin. I slowly reach my hand to the bench seat and place it on the wood. At first, nothing happens. Then, ice crawls out from beneath my palm freezing the bench seat. Ice leases outward until the whole bench is frozen.
It happens in a matter of seconds but I quickly snatch my hand away and tug on my glove.
"I know how you feel," a male voice whispers.
I jump, and jerk around looking for where the voice came from. I don't see anything though. Maybe I just imagined it. I mean, who else would know how I feel, who else would have this kind of power? Jack Frost? I almost laugh.
"Did you hear me?" The male voice asked astonished.
I turned back around quickly. Before me stands a boy of about nineteen. His hair is white just like the snow, his skin this is a shade lighter than mine, and his eyes were the color of a frozen sky. Very faint freckles adorn his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He wears a white shirt under a dark blue cloak, brown pants that go to the middle of this calves, and no shoes. At the top and the bottom of the cloak is a decoration of white lines that looks like ice has started to freeze it. He leans on a gnarled cane about 6 inches taller than he is.
"Yes, of course I can hear you," I tell him.
He startles, "How is that possible?"
"Well, you're standing right in front of me and your speaking," I say obviously.
The boy leans in closely to me, his eyes peering into mine. It's as if he can see right through me. "You believe in me," he smiled widely.
"What," I ask.
"Wait, do you know who I am?" The boy asked me. I shake my head at him. "I'm Jack Frost." He tells me.
"Really?" I asked astonished. I mean, I believed in Jack Frost. I had to; he was the only other person who was like me. But, I always have this knot of uncertainty about whether or not he really did exist.
Jack nods his head at me. He holds out his hand. I put my hand in his tea slowly listed up to his lips softly in greeting. "Well, as you know, I am Jack Frost and who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
"My name's Elsa," I smile at him slightly.