(Spoilers for Frozenahead! Enjoy. Tell me what you'd like to see in the next chapter. ~Doverstar)

7-year-old Elsa's eyes popped open. Her little hands were shaking. Another nightmare. She'd dreamt everything was frozen. She'd dreamt her family was made of ice. She'd dreamt it was her fault.

She pushed the covers off and started to get up. She wanted her parents' comfort.

She stopped at the door. No, she couldn't go out.

Ever since the accident with Anna a year ago, she'd had to stay away from her younger sister. It must be early, early morning now. Anna would be awake. If the sun was awake, so was Anna. Elsa couldn't risk being asked to play or even have a snack now. Anna could be hurt again.

But it was one of those nightmares where you've just got to make sure everyone's really all right. Make sure it was only a dream. Yeah.

No no no! She wouldn't go out, not even to the hallway. Papa said to avoid Anna. She would avoid Anna.

She heard the familiar sounds of footsteps outside.

A whisper at the door, in a singsong voice. "Elsa? You awake? Elsa?" Her voice was sleepy.

Elsa bit her lip. She wondered if she should pretend to be snoring.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" came the usual excited hiss. The one question that made Elsa want to spring up and hear her little sister giggle, see her hug Olaf.

But she still remained silent.

Anna waited. Elsa could see the shadow of her sister's feet beneath the door.

"Okay, bye," Anna mumbled, disappointed.

The shadow left the floor.

Elsa crept back into her bed. Hearing Anna's voice had calmed her a little. She tugged the covers around her.

If only she could go out and talk to...no, stay here. Conceal, don't feel, don't show it. Nobody was safe if she didn't stay in her room. Especially not her little sister.

Ice crept along the sheets where she gripped them. Fear pulsed through her, and the ice spread a bit.

"No no no no," Elsa whispered. "Conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel, don't feel, don't feel...don't..."

Her voice broke. It wasn't fair. She was so scared. So alone.

"I don't wanna be alone," she whispered aloud.

Her hands were numb with her inward chill. It stung her cheeks. Was she freezing herself now? She deserved it! The white streak in Anna's hair told her that every day.

The chill was getting worse. It whistled about her nose. The tip of her nose tickled.

Elsa saw pool-colored dots dance before her eyes. Was she getting sick because of the ice? Was she going blind? And no one would know until the sun came up! She'd go blind on her own! Or maybe she was dying. By herself in her room, before her parents could help her. All because she couldn't conceal. Terror shook her little heart.

It was growing stronger. Not the chill, the tickling on her nose. It made her want to laugh, it got so bad.

The windows blew open gently. Elsa stiffened and pulled the covers over her nose. The tickling didn't stop. She watched the window anxiously.

A boy dropped in. He had feathery white hair, like hers, but...frostier. Like frozen feathers sticking out everywhere. He wore a brown shawl and peasant clothing. In his hand he held a long, curved stick.

His eyes were the deepest blue she'd ever seen. How could eyes so warm belong to a person so cold?

Elsa sat up in curiosity. This was actually a welcome change. Better than laying there wondering if she was freezing herself to death. Maybe he could help? Or maybe she'd hurt him? Like she hurt Anna.

She wanted to call for her Papa, but the boy seemed to sense it and held a finger to his lips, eyes huge, shaking his head slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said. "Don't scream. That's it."

Elsa blinked at him, eyebrows dipping. "Who are you?"

"I'm..." The boy's eyebrows raised where hers dropped. His lower jaw bobbed and shock made his face even paler. "I-I'm, uh-I'm-can you...hear me?"

Elsa nodded uncertainly. "Yes," she said. "Why aren't you whispering?"

His mouth fell open. "You can hear me?"

"Uh huh." Elsa nodded again. "Please, you're being too loud-Anna will hear you!"

He ran a hand through his hair, panting. "She can hear me. She can...hang on, so-can you see me? R-Right, right here-" He waved a hand. "Can you see me?"

Elsa's nervousness dissolved. This was too interesting. Anna would be bouncing around him by now, firing questions and trying to steal his stick.

She lifted a cautious hand and twiddled her fingers to wave back. "Yeah."

"No way!" He let out a whoop. "Yes!" He backflipped, right there in her chambers! Wow!

Nevertheless, Elsa flinched. "Shhh!"

The boy was grinning with perfect teeth, but through the grin he managed to whisper excitedly, "Oh, right, right, sorry. Sorry, it's just-you really see me?"

Elsa pushed the covers away. "Sure."

He seemed to calm down now, believing it. He continued to smile, though.

He crouched and blinked up at her. "Don't worry. Nobody else hears me. How are you doing it?"

Elsa tensed. "D...Doing what?" How could he know already?

"Seeing." He whispered it earnestly, as if it were a secret.

Elsa cocked her head like a bird, intelligent eyes glittering. "I don't understand."

"No one ever sees me," he explained. "I'm...invisible."

"Why?"

"The Moon made it like this. Never knew why." He shrugged.

Elsa watched him, enchanted. "But what are you doing here?"

"I came to help. Looked like you could use-" He started to walk up to her from across the room.

Elsa's heart lurched the way it had for a while now when people got close up. Her dream came back to her. Her hands shook. She raised her palms.

"No, stay back!" she ordered, suddenly nauseous.

He stopped. "What's wrong?"

"It's coming up." Elsa stared at him frantically. "I feel it-you might get hurt."

His brows furrowed. "Wait. What?"

"I-I have this..." Elsa bit her tongue. "Um...No one can hear you?"

He shook his head.

Elsa took a deep breath. Come to think of it, well, this whole thing just felt like another dream. No harm saying it in a dream, right?

"I have powers."

Up till now, it felt like something had been blocking her throat. But with those three words, she could breathe so much better than ever before.

"Oh yeah?" His voice was kind. He didn't seem surprised. "What kind of powers?"

Elsa let it go-just a little. A snowball sparkled into her hand. She dropped it on the floor as if it were poison. It began to melt.

She studied the boy's face. His smile came back. He chuckled. Then it grew to a full laugh.

"It's not, um, sorcery," Elsa mumbled uncomfortably. The little girl hasn't been expecting laughter. "Promise."

He chortled.

"What's so funny?" Elsa snapped, irritated. Boys were all the same. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because."

He lifted his curved stick. Blue light curled around it and exploded from the tip.

From out of nowhere, it began snowing in Elsa's room.

But the moment the snowflakes touched her, Elsa swallowed a yelp and drew back. Her head bumped against the bedpost as they landed harmlessly on her nightgown.

He saw the color drain from her face. "You okay?"

Snow in her bedroom. Falling everywhere, just like in her nightmare. Glowing with magic. Piling on the dresser. Covering everything. Surrounding her. Suffocating her.

The little girl made the sound you make when you're trying to get around a lump in your throat.

"It's d-dangerous," Elsa gulped. "You have it too."

Was she hyperventilating? She was gasping for breath around that lump. Tears were fast approaching. She hated being sick with anxiety. She hated being alone all the time and keeping it all in. Every breath but a long space between each word.

He looked confused. "Yeah. But it's okay; it's not-"

"I-I-can't-control it," she stammered. The poor thing was terrified. "Not safe. I can't-"

Definitely hyperventilating. Mama did that when Anna broke one of her prize sculptures once.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," he told her gently. "What do you mean?"

Elsa couldn't keep the fear from her voice. The nightmare seemed so real now.

"I'm dangerous," she repeated quietly, hugging herself. "I'm dangerous to everybody. They have to stay away. So I'm all by myself."

She started to cry. But it felt great to tell someone.

He set his stick down and walked up to her anyway. "Hey, hey, come on, that's not true."

He sat down beside her. Her shoulders shook.

"It's gonna be all right," he promised. "Don't cry. It's okay."

She kept crying. Didn't lean in. The child behaved as if he hadn't moved.

The boy tried again. "I'm Jack Frost, by the way. What's your name?" He bent his head to look her in the face.

Elsa's eyes opened a bit through her tears. She took her hands away from her eyes. "Elsa."

"Hey, that's pretty. Nice to meet you, Elsa."

Elsa sniffled. "Your name is F-Frost?" she hiccuped.

"Jack Frost. Funny, huh?" He lifted a hand and touched the bedpost. Frost patterns stretched across it.

Elsa let out a little snort of amusement. Then she slowly put her foot to the floor. Blue sparks danced across the wood and ice covered the planks before melting.

Jack grinned. "See? Magic. It's in you too. That must've been how you saw me."

Elsa nodded numbly. "How'd you get it?"

His smile faded and he shrugged. "Just woke up one day in the woods and sorta figured it out on my own."

"Did they tell you not to use it?"

"Who?"

"Your Mama and Papa."

Jack gave a small grunt that may have been the beginning of another laugh. One of those laughs grown-ups do when they think something isn't funny at all.

"I don't have any family," he admitted. "Nobody's even talked back till now."

Elsa nodded. She got it. "So you're all alone like me."

Jack blinked those warm blue eyes. "What do you mean? We're not alone!" his voice was soft but cheery. "Not anymore, right?" He elbowed her gently.

Elsa didn't reply.

Jack nudged her again. "Right?"

Elsa looked at her lap, trying to hide a shy smile. He'd hit that spot in your side that tickles. On purpose?

"Well? Right?" He did it again, twice, nudging her back and forth. "Riiight?"

Elsa finally giggled. "Right."

She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Hey, who's Anna?" Jack asked suddenly, running his hand along the frost he'd put on the bedpost.

"My little sister." Elsa blew a stray white bang out of her face, opening up now. "She's four. And funny. And loud."

"Sounds like a real cutie." Jack grinned. "Does she, uh...?" He let a snowflake flutter out of a palm to demonstrate.

"No." Elsa's smile faded and she shook her head. "It was always just me."

"How'd you get these powers, anyway?" He cocked his head at her.

She shrugged. "Mama says I was born with it."

"That's rough." Jack stood up and began wandering around the room. He left his staff on the floor.

He made his way to her vanity. He touched the top of her tiara. "So you're a princess, huh?"

Elsa nodded again, this time with a smaller smile.

Jack turned on his heel and bowed to her. "Your Majesty."

Elsa laughed. "That's what all the grown-ups call me!"

Jack's head came up mid-bow. "Really?"

Elsa chewed her lower lip, trying not to laugh again for fear of alerting Anna. There was something very entertaining about this tall, strange boy.

"Yeah, like those dukes and boring mustache guys from the other kingdoms."

"Are you calling me boring?" Jack raised his eyebrows.

Elsa shrugged.

"Uh oh." Jack straightened up. "We gotta fix that."

He picked up his staff and tapped it against the floor. Ice danced over the ground of the room.

Elsa blinked at him, fresh fear assailing her as she watched the magic.

Jack skated on his bare feet around the bed, then stopped in front of her. "Coming?"

Elsa pulled her legs up from the side of the bed and tucked them beneath her. "Uh uh."

"Aw, come on," he coaxed. "I won't let you fall. Promise."

Elsa lifted her head. "I wouldn't fall! I can skate."

"Prove it!" Jack slid backward to give her room.

Elsa shook her head.

"Don't be scared," Jack held up both hands. "It's not dangerous."

"Yes it is. It's always dangerous!"

"Look, it's not your magic. It's mine, right? It doesn't hurt anybody."

Elsa's eyes dropped to the floor nervously.

"Neither does yours," Jack ventured. "Just have some fun. You'll see."

Elsa rested her chin on her knees. Fun didn't matter anymore. Fun was what got Anna hurt. Fun was dangerous too. Especially with her particular brand.

Jack crossed his arms. "It's okay if you can't skate."

Elsa's eyes drifted up indignantly. "I can!"

"No, really, it's fine."

"I can skate!" Elsa insisted.

"Whatever you say, kiddo."

"I'm the best skater in Arendelle!"

"Sure."

"In the whole world!"

Jack lifted his chin. "Not better than me."

"Yes huh!"

"No way!"

Elsa slid one foot tentatively onto the icy floor.

"Take your time," teased Jack, skating back and forth, his arms locked behind his head. He held his staff in both hands over his freeze-dried mop top.

She crossed her eyes at him. He stuck his tongue out at her.

Elsa wobbled a bit. She stumbled forward.

"Careful," Jack warned. "Takes a minute to get-"

She zoomed past him, braid flying, hands folded behind her back.

Jack twisted around to watch her push off the nightstand and twirl back toward him.

She spun a little too fast; she would've crashed into him if he hadn't caught both hands.

"I take it back!" he whistled. "Wow. Pretty fancy stuff, Elsa-but can you do this?"

He skated on one foot, then the other, hopped from one to the other four times, and circled her once before coming to a stop and smirking down at her.

Elsa put her hands on her hips. "Watch me!"

One tickle-nudge and you've won the heart of any little girl.

She copied his moves, hopping five times instead of four, and adding a curtsy when she stopped beside her new companion.

Jack's face was a picture of delight. "Now that was skating," he praised. "What else can you do?"

Elsa showed him she could do one half of Arendelle's formal waltz on the ice. "It's much easier doing it skating, though," she informed him.

Jack rubbed his chin. "Looks kinda dull," he observed. "Let's liven it up a little."

He did the other half with her, but much faster than she'd been taught, though she caught on quickly. He twirled her three times in the middle, spun her in close, then out with one arm stretched. At one point they knocked into the wall, and the hook in Jack's staff knocked him on the head, which set Elsa into a fit of giggles.

He gave her a piggy-back ride, then they had a race from one end of the room to the other.

Elsa was laughing so hard by now that Anna surely must have heard her. But no one knocked on the door. It was still dark out.

They sat on the bed to rest for a moment. Elsa dangled her legs back and forth off the edge.

"You're really fast," she panted. "Your legs are long."

"Is that why I beat you?"

"You cheated!"

"What?"

"You did!"

"Oh, really?"

He tickled her and she let out a shriek of hysteria.

Suddenly, in her joy, white sparks flew from her flailing hands.

Elsa stopped laughing and Jack drew back. She gasped and jammed both hands under her own arms. Her brows dipped and the mirth in her eyes was replaced with a dark kind of stillness.

She started shaking. "That was r-really strong," she mumbled.

Jack paused. Then he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's not gonna hurt you."

Elsa squeezed her eyes shut. "Jack," she whispered, "I'm scared."

"No! You?" When she didn't respond, Jack shook his head and got serious again. "How come?"

"It's dangerous." Hadn't she explained already?

"Not to you," Jack assured her. "It's your magic, Elsa. You control it."

Elsa didn't look at her friend.

Jack leaned closer, trying to make her open her eyes. This little girl needed him. It felt so good to be needed.

"You can control your fear too." Long as you keep-"

"I can't." She sniffled.

"Sure you can. Look at all the fun we had. You controlled it then. You weren't scared. You were great."

"I didn't use it then!"

"So use it now." He got up. "We'll do it together." Jack set his staff on her bed.

Elsa glanced up at him and crawled off the bed. The ice melted from the floor.

"Follow my lead. You can do it." Jack held up both hands and cupped them.

Elsa mimicked him.

Jack blew into his hands. A snowball appeared.

Elsa's fingers trembled. "What if I hurt you?"

Jack gave her a half smile. "I'll be all right. It can't do anything to me." He tossed the snowball up and down. "You're not the only one with powers, remember?"

"But I can't..." Elsa's heart still pounded. She dropped her hands. "I can't-"

"Hey, don't start that again. You're doing good so far, okay? You've got this, Elsa. Just have fun. It's for fun."

She closed her eyes and lifted her hands again.

"Come on. Don't be afraid."

Elsa swirled her hands around the growing ball of light in between them. Snowflakes skittered out from it.

"There you go. You're doing it!"

She took a deep breath. She remembered all the snowball fights she'd had with Anna, before the accident. All the pretend games with Olaf, their favorite creation. All the snowbank slides. It's been a blast. She wanted to do it again.

Jack watched the girl eagerly. "That's it," he murmured. "Let it go. Use it for something good. Something you'll like. Something-"

"Fun." Elsa's eyes flew open.

The light flew to the ceiling and popped like a firework. Snow caked the room. Steep mounds appeared. Little forts in the corner by the toy chest.

Elsa turned around and around, energy surging through her. "I did it," she whispered in surprise. No one was injured or unconscious. It was beautiful! Just like she remembered.

"Hey, who's this little guy?"

Elsa glanced over her shoulder and saw Jack crouching in front of a lifeless snowman twice her size. He turned and beamed at her, letting her know she'd done well.

She walked to his side, still a little starstruck. "That's Olaf. I used to make him for Anna to play with every day." She folded her hands in front of her and added proudly, "He likes warm hugs."

"Yeah? Sounds like we've got something in common," Jack decided. "I like warm hugs too."

Elsa blinked. "You do?"

Jack shrugged. "Never had one. But now that you mention it-"

He stopped, inhaling sharply. He glanced down. Elsa had wrapped her little arms around his waist and was squeezing slightly, to share more body heat, apparently. Her eyes were closed.

Jack had never ever been hugged before for as far back as he could remember. And that wasn't too far back. He could swear every single snowflake in his being was melting.

He had given this 7-year-old Princess a piggyback ride, took her hands to dance with her, and put an arm about her shoulders to make her feel safe.

But none of those little touches compared to this!

Jack Frost felt positively cozy.

He had no idea what to do. Well, yes he did; he'd seen normal humans hug plenty of times before. He wanted to hug his young companion back, but usually if one hugged back, the hug was over shortly after. Maybe if he stood still, she wasn't allowed to let go until he returned the embrace. Perhaps that was the rule. And he wanted to make this last. A really, really long time. This was incredible!

But she pulled away after a few seconds and stared up at him with huge sky-colored eyes.

"Sorry!" she squeaked, suddenly looking shy. "Too tight?"

Jack's initial shock started to ebb. His panting came to a halt.

He knelt down and was about to scoop her up when a knock came at the door.

"Elsa?"

"Oh no," whispered Elsa. "It's Anna!"

She ran over and climbed up onto her bed. Jack stayed where he was, knowing that even if Anna opened the door, she wouldn't see him.

He became interested, though, when the toddler voice outside started singing.

The knock came again, five times.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" came the song.

Elsa pulled the covers over her head. The snow in the room disappeared.

"C'mon, let's go and play!

I never see you anymore,

Come out the door,

It's like you've gone away!

We used to be best buddies,

But now we're not.

I wish you would tell me why!"

Jack glanced at Elsa. Elsa pulled her head out from under the covers, examined the now snowless room, and looked back at him anxiously. Anna was peeking underneath the door; they saw her silhouette.

Jack winked. He mouthed, "Invisible!"

Elsa smiled.

In the hall, the song continued. It sounded like the girl was speaking through the keyhole.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman!"

Jack bit back a snicker.

Elsa called out, faking the annoyance of an older sibling, "Go away, Anna!"

A disappointed reply. "Okay, bye..."

Anna sounded so miserable that Jack wanted to demand why Elsa hadn't accepted her sister's offer.

Then he saw the pain in the ice girl's eyes, and he thought better of it.

Elsa got out of bed again and yawned. She went back over to him and looked as though she were going to ask him something.

Then another knock came at her door.

"Elsa? Wake up, dear. Breakfast is on its way! Five minutes!"

Elsa responded quickly, "I'm up, Mama!"

Footsteps echoed as her mother left down the hall.

Sunlight came in through the window. Jack summoned a gust of winter window to blow back the curtains. It was snowing outside.

He went to the windowsill slowly.

Elsa ran after him. "Do you have to leave?"

Jack turned to her, running a hand through his hair. "'Fraid so, kiddo. Can't keep you from your breakfast."

Elsa tugged on his shawl. "Don't go, Jack."

He was surprised to see her eyes full of tears again, this time much larger tears.

"If you go, I'll be alone again." Her voice broke. "I get scared when I'm alone."

"Hey," he said, crouching before her, "you're gonna be fine. You can control it. Just remember to have fun with it. Okay?"

She wiped her eyes. "Okay."

"I'll be back to visit."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She held out her arms and he realized with glee what she wanted before he left.

Jack pulled her into a big bear hug and she threw her arms around his neck.

"You give really good hugs," she offered. "I can't breathe!"

He let go a little. "Sorry." Then a thought came to him. "Wait, you're not...y'know...freezing?"

Elsa pulled back just enough to look him in the face. "What?"

"I can only keep things cold." Jack glanced down at her. She wasn't even shivering. "You don't feel it?"

"I do." Elsa went back to hugging him with a prideful shrug of one shoulder. "But it's okay."

"It is, huh?"

"Uh huh. Feels good!" She grinned, and in that moment, no one had ever looked less alone or afraid. "The cold never bothered me anyway."

(Author's Note: Okay, next little chapter is coming up. Again, reviews are appreciated, and let me know what would be cool to see in the next chapter! This fic'll be shorter than my others, but I just couldn't bear it anymore. Had to write it. ~Doverstar)