It was one of those nights of winter when the snow takes over. The castle towers were covered by ice; the streets, buried. But Elsa did not bother at all. In fact, she rather liked. She felt like she was part of it, despite having been isolated from the outside world in his room because of his powers. She like the snow 'till the moment which she remember the day she hurted her sister; the day on which the fear of hurting anyone, even her parents, was born.
The girl, who was sitting in the inner sill of her bedroom window, closed the curtain. Her eyes were fogging up again; She was missing the days playing in the snow with her sister Anna.
She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Asked silently replies to the moon, what it was, why the moon chose to make her a monster .
She was almost falling asleep when heard crackling in your window. Crackle... like something was banging on the window. Maybe it's just the tree branches hitting the glass, Elsa thought. The crackling grew stronger, and suddenly the window opened. Elsa had protected his face from the storm that came , came to the window and closed. The curtains stopped swinging.
Elsa lay back in bed, and the crackling started over again. She remembered the stories her mother always told her: Jack Frost, a snow spirit, sometimes stops his work for a while and play tricks on some people. It must be Jack, Elsa thought sarcastically. He will come in here and throw me several snowballs, and then leave. I wish that he could really exist - maybe I could better understand why I am like this, it would be much easier if I knew that there are people like me out there.
Elsa turned to the side and tried to sleep again. The window opened and with it more storm entered. The girl began to chafe.
- Well, whatever it is that's doing this, that is not funny! - She closed the window with such force that come knocking. She realized how stupid shout it was - after all, she was alone. The window opened again. Elsa get so angry that she decided to freeze the window to not open again.
- Oh, not so funny. - The white-haired boy said with a mischievous smile. Elsa contained a scream. The boy frowned.
- Who are you? - Elsa asked, knowing the answer. The boy was scared then. As with the movement of the lips without using the voice, he asked: can you see me?
The girl, gaping, nodded. The boy smiled relieved.
- My name is Jack Frost. And you are...?
- Elsa, of Arendelle...
- Humm... So, Elsa, I got lost in my own stormy and I got here.
- In Arendelle. Jack Frost. Here. - Elsa couldn't believe it. The solution of their problems was standing in front of her!
- So, child. Why are you staring at me? - The boy was shaking his stick of wood, and small flakes of snow fell.
- You... I can also... We are the same! - Elsa was stirred. Since childhood she wanted to find someone like her - despite having twelve. Jack had an expression on his face who does not understand anything, so Elsa knit together his two hands and a spiral movement, creating a perfect snowflake .
- How did you... - Jack began to wonder, and then looked up - beyond the ceiling, as if to the moon - and the expression of confusion turned into anger. He could not believe that the moon had another victim of immortality .
- What are you looking at? - The girl asked. He did not answer - Jack ?
- Elsa... - Jack started to speak, but Elsa heard knocks on your door and the voice of his mother wondering who she was talking. He started to move, as if to leave. Elsa held his arm, asking him to help her to control her powers and emotions. Jack began to feel responsible for the girl - was chosen by the moon. He just did not understand how she had been chosen as being new. - I'll be back tomorrow.
The bedroom door opened, and in a flash, Jack Frost was gone.