There once was a tale, of a spirit of snow,
Who fell in love with a queen.
Her heart of ice, his skin of cold,
Their love lost in between.
Neither one sure how they came to be,
Their powers of frost, a gift or curse?
For them both, they come to see,
In life, there is much worse.
In Arendelle, the tale began,
Just as the snow began to fall.
With it brought a mysterious man,
Who no one saw at all.
It was uncommonly cold, so the people say,
Too soon were the warm days gone.
But still they rejoiced, for on this day,
Their princess had turned one.
The man heard the people talk, listening to their stories,
His curiosity rising.
He hurried off to the castle, leaving behind him, flurries,
To find what they found interesting.
The castle was white, and coated in frost,
"Something you don't see everyday," the man remarked.
He walked inside, too quickly lost,
Regretting his mission he had embarked.
What about this place had drawn his attention?
Why did he need to come inside?
It may have been best to move on, his first intention,
His time, he had no need to bide.
With a sigh, he retraced his steps,
Hoping he'd find his way out.
When suddenly, something did perplex,
And make him turn about.
A single snowflake, pure and white,
Blew past him from the open door.
It was beautiful, glimmering in the light,
But, perplexed him even more.
It wasn't he who had created it,
So where had it come from?
He peeked inside, and there did sit,
A baby girl, on the floor, sucking on her thumb.
The man couldn't help but smile,
Watching the young girl play.
Still he thought, all the while,
How did she become this way?
Her hair was white as winter snow,
Her skin as fair as well,
Her eyes of blue looked to and fro,
As another snowflake fell.
As the man did draw near,
The girl had turned his way.
For some reason, he froze in fear,
To find where her eyes did lay.
She seemed to stare straight at him,
But made no sudden sound.
All she did was smile on a whim,
As the man looked 'round.
No one else came in the door,
He thought, "Can she really see me?"
As he knelt in front, her eyes flicked once more,
To where he bent his knee.
She simply giggled, smiling brightly,
As he brushed a snowflake above,
As the snowfall began, she moved up slightly,
But her balance was lost among.
The man quickly caught the child,
Holding her as he sat on the floor.
"You should really be more careful," he said as he smiled.
The girl giggling once more.
Then voices came,
From out in the hall, they grew near.
Quickly, he placed the girl down, just the same,
Hesitant, unclear.
Just then, a man and woman entered the room,
The girl smiling in response.
They smiled, "Elsa, how you drive away our gloom!"
The invisible man smiling nonce.
"Elsa..." he whispered to himself,
"It's a beautiful name for you."
The girl smiled at him, herself,
"I should tell you my name too."
"My name is Jack,"
He told the young girl.
Then, just before he turned his back,
He winked, "One day, I'll show you the world."
With a final farewell, the man flew off,
His introduction on deaf ears.
Despite the lonely times, he was content enough,
To watch that girl through the years.