It was sunny, calm and beautiful day in the Kingdom. Queen Elsa had a smile painted on her beautiful and frail face; fake of course. Life had changed, and the honest truth was? Elsa didn't trust herself anymore. She found herself blaming herself for her parents death all those years ago. In a way, I guess you could say Elsa had become depressed. She had no-one, no-one apart from her little sister; Anna. Yet Elsa's biggest fear was harming her sister, like she did years ago. She needed someone, before she did something ridiculously dangerous and stupid. It was never easy for Elsa to make friends, she had never been as popular as little baby Anna. Elsa's friends were mostly the servants that worked for her Father in the Castle.
There was a slow rasping knock on the chamber door.
"Queen Elsa?" A familiar voice asked.
"Come in," The Queen replied.
The door crept open, a small frail body stepped into the door way; long ginger hair, stunning oval green eyes and long thick black eyelashes.
"Anna, how..." Elsa stuttered, taking in a deep breath. "How are you?"
"I'm good, and you?" Anna whispered awkwardly, her feet shuffling on the floor.
"I've been better, what is it? Is something wrong?" Elsa asked, her voice unsteady.
"There's a boy, at the front gates; he's injured, ill and asking for our help."
"And you took the matter to me?"
"We need your permission to let him in, care for him; just for a while Elsa." Anna begged.
"Do what you must." Elsa smiled, "Let him in, show him to the spare room and tend to him."
Anna nodded, smiling; her hair falling slightly out of place before turning on her heel, leaving the Queen to her thoughts once again.
"So, what's your name?" Elsa asked, leaning over where the boy was lying.
He was very handsome, short fluffy blonde hair and light beautiful blue eyes, the colour of snow. He was eighteen, maybe nineteen at the most.
"My names Jack," The boy whispered gently, his voice was soothing and sweet.
"You're badly injured, what happened?" Elsa said, bandaging the boys cuts and scratches, disinfecting them.
"I..." Jack looked up into Elsa's eyes, debating whether to tell her or not. "I was running away from something."
"I guess you and I both are running away from something then." Elsa whispered.