Jack could see her, and he watched her like you might watch a reality show. When she was very young, Jack laughed as she laughed; smiled as she smiled. Jack saw her power- her artful magic. She was human, she grew older and wiser than her years, but she had the same talents he did. Jack sometimes felt jealous and bitter towards her, but then he would stop, and be happy for her, because he would never wish the fierce loneliness that gloomed over him on anyone- not even his worst enemy.

Years went by, and one night- it changed for Elsa. She wasn't happy after that night. She never laughed or smiled anymore. She grew and aged still; she became a beautiful young woman, an adolescent with an air of sadness and loneliness. Loneliness grasped her heart, and refused to let go, and Jack watched with desperation- recognising the sadness, the bitter, harsh loneliness.

Elsa had hurt her sister- really hurt her; her parents had confined her to her bedroom because of this, and refused to share her gift with anyone. As the years flew by, things changed. Her parents died, her sister stopped believing in Elsa, and the dream of her sister swinging open her bedroom door and hugging her so tight, their worries vanished. Of course that didn't happen, because Elsa refused to leave her bedroom. Even with her parents gone, Elsa remained in constant fear of someone finding out her secret. She enclosed herself in her room, and watched as snowflakes flurried down from the ceiling, and the walls became harsh and still with drapes of blue-white ice.

Jack longed to comfort her. He could identify so much with her, and when he was most lonely, he wished she could see him, and then they would at least have each other. At least then, she would know that she wasn't all alone- that there was another person who had the same gift and curse. But she was mortal, and she couldn't see him. He sat right in front of her, he spelt out his name in the carpet of snow, but she never saw anything. She just cried, and sat with her back pressed against the door, ignoring her sister's calls and requests.

Eventually, her sister- Anna- stopped visiting Elsa's door, and then it was only Jack who stayed with her- but to Elsa, she was all alone. One day, Jack saw Elsa stand from her position at the door. She wiped tears from her eyes and opened her door, having to pull it with all her strength because she had unintentionally iced the door shut. Jack stood too, and he followed her all the way to the Castle Library. The ceiling was tall and bare; the four walls were gigantic bookshelves, with thick, leather-bound books inside.

Elsa silently collected any books she could find on snow and ice; magic and sorcery; mythology and legend. She carried them all to her bedroom, and closed the door, and it was just as it had been before. Once again, she was alone, and no one had even seen her leave. Elsa flicked through books for a long time, and when Jack grew tired, he took a book in his own hands, and- of course- Elsa didn't notice the floating novel. Jack found an entire chapter dedicated to himself, to Jack Frost and all that made him the myth, the legend, the creature he was. Jack, frustrated with being ignored, placed the book down on the first page. The large subtitle stood out- Jack Frost.

He knew she would see it, and be driven to read all about someone who was so much like her. Jack hoped she would believe in him, and as he stood in her open window, he looked back and hoped that the next time he visited her; she would see him as clearly as he saw her. And she wouldn't be alone anymore. Neither would he.

A/N: This is really just a bit of fun, but then again- that's why writers write! For pure enjoyment!

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Kate, xxx