First Meeting

The metal casing holding the window panes was covered in frost, and even as Elsa, turned to face the window and watch, frost spread across the glass, almost as fast as if she had put it there. But this she knew wasn't her. She bunched her hands together and walked to the window. There was only one other person she knew of with power over ice and snow.

"Jack Frost," she whispered, looking at the window. "The only one in the whole world with the same curse as me. Except for him it is no curse. Are you out there now, Jack Frost?" As she said the last line her voice lifted slightly, as if to actually call outside. And strangely enough she got an answer.

Jack had heard his name. He was sure of it. His seat above the window gave him a nice view, so he had stopped for a second. Then he had heard someone below him say his name. Maybe. But he had to see. He swung down and landed crouched on the window sill, looking into the room, and right at the girl looking out at him. No, she couldn't be looking at him, no one had seen him ever, in about 80 years. Yet this girl jumped back like she had just seen someone jump off her roof, and her eyes fixed on him. She didn't say anything for a minute, and neither did he. Then Elsa took a deep breath and spoke hesitantly "Jack Frost?"

"You...know my name. Can you see me?"

"Of course," her brow furrowed like he had asked a silly question, but for him it was the most important answer he had ever gotten, and the only answer. "So you are him, Jack Frost!" She smiled and her face lit up. The smile shook Jack out of his shock and made his face light up in an answering smile, bright and full of excitement.

"Yep, the one and only Jack Frost, at your service, Princess." He did a bow and she laughed at the title.

"I'm Elsa."

"Princess Elsa." He announced it in a falsely regal tone, as though he spent his whole life making fun of heralds.

"Please, just call me Elsa."

"Well, you may call me Jack." He leaned on his staff and remembered who she was. He had seen her many times, she was the girl who had powers similar to his own. She was definitely not invisible, but she was always in this room, on her own, he had seen her here for years.

"I just knew you were real, you had to be." Elsa caught herself just before she gave herself away. Maybe they could just talk and she could find something in what he said that would help her control her curse.

"I am real, just very few people ever notice me."

"That's crazy." She shook her head and stepped closer to the window. They continued talking, starting with something simple like the weather, and moving on to anything that caught their interest. Neither talked much with other people and both just enjoyed the company. Elsa leaned against the window, forgetting in their talking to watch where her hands were. Her gloves weren't always keeping the power in anymore and as she leaned against the window they rested on the sill. Nothing happened for a long time as they talked, then there came a knock on her door and she jumped, spinning around to see who it was. As she spun she caught the glove on her left hand and it slipped off, leaving her hand free as it touched the windowpane behind her and a thick frost covered the window completely. She turned back and quickly snatched up her glove from the floor, then realized that Jack must have seen her power. The window was so thickly covered that she couldn't see through it. There was only a second to feel the bitter disappointment, of knowing that he must have seen her curse and left. He could control his power, why would he want to be around someone with the same power who couldn't control it? The knock came again and Elsa turned from the window to greet her parents. Almost an hour later, after her supper Elsa took the candle sitting on her table and held it to the window. It was another hour before the window was cleared, but by then she knew for certain that Jack was gone. In fact, Jack had left after a few minutes of hearing her talking with her parents. He called to the wind and travelled down to the town, then alternated between feeling happy beyond belief that someone had finally seen him, and sad that she had seemed to forget him within a few seconds of another person coming in.