"Anna watch out!" Elsa woke startled as she recalled her small hand reaching for a bright orange-haired girl. The orange-haired girl was named Anna, someone she identified as her younger sister. But Anna never existed. Elsa was the lone heir to the throne of Arendale and it has stayed that way ever since the king and queen were lost at sea.

Elsa always longed for her family to grow another member, but she knew it could only depended on herself if she decided to marry or adopt a child. However she was only 20, a family of her own seemed to only be a figment of her mind. In addition, Elsa had another obstacle in her way: her magical powers.

She longed for a family that would accept her as she was, magic and all. Maybe if the king and queen were still around, Elsa would be at peace with herself.

But Elsa would have none of that because she was still only a princess with magic she could not even control. She knew that because she had trapped her country in Winter for a decade.

In that tenth year, Elsa neared 21 and was destined to become the queen of Arendale.

Elsa's mind felt heavy after awaking from her dream. She dreamed of Anna often, although Anna herself was never meant to exist.

A knock rapped upon the door. Elsa lifted herself from her bed and responded. "Come in."

A maid walked in, holding what Elsa recognized to be her coronation dress. "Is everything alright princess? I thought I heard you speaking?

Elsa smiled faintly. "Just a bad dream, I'm fine thank you."

The maid returned her smile. "Are you ready for the big day?"

Elsa's stomach began to churn as she exited her bed. She replied with a heavy breath, "yes."

"It's alright to be nervous," said the maid as she began to tidy up Elsa's bed.

"Right, thank you"

"Would you like anything specific for breakfast?"

"Anything will do"

Once the maid finished tidying up, she said, "I'll leave your undergarments here,"

"You're excused," replied Elsa routinely. She breathed another sigh of anticipated exhaustion: but it's only for today...

X

"JACKSON OVERLAND FROST," boomed a voice through a telecommunicator Jack held in his hand. "ABOUT TIME YOU PICKED UP THE COMMUNICATOR."

Jack winced from the sound of the voice. "Is this how you treat your favorite guardian North? Talk about manners…"

"Speak for yourself," grumbled Nicholas St. North. "I do not welcome excessive snow near my workshop on Christmas Eve."

"That was only ONE year North, the elves had fun didn't they?"

"We had to dig bodies out of the snow," reminded North.

"Alright fine, you got me," surrendered Jack. "What's up? I don't get calls from the great Santa Claus often. Did I get on the naughty list this time?"

North laughed dryly. "I would if I could. It's concerning the snow in a country called Arendale. It's been snowing for nearly a decade and getting presents there is becoming increasingly difficult."

"So…?"

"I need you to stop lingering there," said North.

"Are you kidding me? You're blaming me for all those winters?" said Jack exasperated. "I haven't even touched the snow in Arendale in decades and you think it's my fault?"

"Who else could it be?" North seemed to be getting impatient.

"Alright I'll go check it out," said Jack obliging, he understood that North was busy and continuing the conversation would get them nowhere.

"Don't cause trouble for people in Arendale."

"Relax, North, what's the worse that can happen?"

"Do it right Jack"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yessir"

X

"Let us welcome, Queen Elsa!"

The grand doors to the ballroom opened nearly blinding Elsa with all of its glimmering lights and crystal chandeliers. She absolutely dreaded this moment, so many people in one place only meant an increasing danger of accidental ice if anything unexpected were to happen. However, Elsa fared well for the first few hours giving her a sense of relief.

People were kind and warm to her by giving her proper congratulations and greetings. Elsa's heart began to warm, this isn't too bad.

"Greetings Queen Elsa," spoke a red-headed young man. "I'm Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles."

"Hello Prince Hans," responded Elsa.

"Congratulations again"

"Thank you"

"Do you mind if I keep you company?"

"I don't mind, but wouldn't you like you enjoy the ball with the other guests?"

"But the queen deserves to have some fun too-wouldn't you agree?"

"I have plenty of it by seeing my guests being merry." Elsa smiled faintly.

Hans raises his brows. "Well then, suit yourself your majesty. I'll be at the patio if you need a conversationalist."

"Thank you Prince Hans," said Elsa.

X

Jack Frost was not having it. The snow was beyond his help and he was beginning to grow frustrated. He tried to spread the snow out hoping natural conditions would cause it to melt faster, but the snow kept building. Then he tried to migrate the snow over the ocean, but only to see it continue back to Arendale.

"Maybe I'm growing too old for this." Jack sighed, "but I'm eternally a teen! How can I ever become old?" He gazed at the falling snow above him and stuck his tongue out. The snow tasted like nothing. Jack felt betrayed as if snow had disowned his very being. But after all, what has he expecting?

Then he called North back. "North I don't wanna do this."

"What are you saying Jack," replied North unimpressed.

"For once I think I understand how the elves felt that year. Tell them I'm sorry."

North was silent for a good few seconds before he responded again. "Did you hit your head on something?"

"No I did not," said Jack feeling offended. "I think someone else is causing the snow and It's not me."

"Alright, I'll talk to Manny about it. But for the while being, stay out of trouble you hear? Don't bury my clients into the snow."

"Fine," said Jack. "Tell him I said hi."

"Stay out of trouble"

"North, sir, I heard you the first time."

Then the call was cut. Jack then stood up and half-smiled, he wasn't going to let this snow dampen his outgoing spirit.

X

Jack sauntered around the main town building snowmen in front of each house. After he had finished building them all, he felt his spirit dampen again. Children were already retired to their beds and adults were beginning to blow out candles. He'll probably have to wait till tomorrow to be able to do anything.

Then he realized that there was one more house that he had not built a snowman for, the castle that sat little ways beyond the town.

X

Elsa looked out of her window that night and gazed at the bright moon. She was tired from the ball but her relief was real. Her powers did not misbehave, and that was a moment of realization that made her heart light.

Coldness then seeped in from her patio, did her maid leave the door open by mistake? A deep dread began to fill her, she can't have caused another snowstorm...right? She then opened the hanging curtain to see an unexpected surprise. It was a boy with glowing white hair building what seemed to be a snowman on her patio.

Elsa knew she should be calling a guard, but she felt mercy upon the boy. Although he looked suspicious, he didn't seem like someone with ill intentions.

She gingerly opened the glass door which caught the open gaze of the boy's bright blue eyes. "Excuse me, may I ask what are you doing?"

X

Never in his life has Jack seen such a beautiful lady. Her white blond hair gathered snowflakes and her blue shawl complimented her pale skin. Her flushed cheeks reminded him of a matryoshka and her pale eyes looked as clear as smooth ice.

But the lady spoke to him, which was a completely unexpected. Jack exclaimed, "you can see me?"

"I suppose so?" said the lady raising an eyebrow in concern. "Who might you be?"

Jack crossed his arms and spoke to himself. "But she isn't a child, and she doesn't know who I am…" He felt shivers climb up his back, it can't be one of those Christmas ghosts North mentions to him from time to time right? "Sorry, may I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"You're not a ghost right?"

"I believe I am still alive and well," responded Elsa calmly. "And I'll a return the question to ask who you are."

Jack scratched his head. "Well...they call me Jack Frost."

X

Elsa stared at the boy in disbelief. Jack Frost? The folklore of a man that freezes the world during winter? Before another word was said, the boy yelled out, "watch out!"

She looked up to see an avalanche of snow falling from the height of the castle to her patio. The boy was the one to push her away before the...ice?

Elsa was shocked to see that the snow was not powdered but shards of ice that was now impaled into the building.

The boy, called Jack Frost, had cushioned her fall was now looking at her with wide eyes. "Was that...you?"

Dread had filled every part of Elsa's head, she had hidden her powers for so long and now someone had witnessed her ice magic for the first time. She pushed the boy away from her and could not look at him in the eye. "Please don't tell anyone."

X

Jack looked between the beautiful lady and the ice sculpture she had made. He knew now, she was the one causing eternal winter in Arendale.