It all came so quick to her. The pain, and the guilt of his death. Jack, the boy who went to her window every day to bring her treats. Elsa, a lonely girl, trapped, isolated, alone. But it was safer that way in her eyes, but she was still afraid on her own. And Jack made all of that go away. Him and his big brown globes, filled with mischeif. Him and his cheeky grin that drove her wild. And he was gone. According to his little sister, he had fallen through ice. Once or twice, the girl invited Elsa to lay flowers by the pond he'd drowned in. But Elsa didn't have the courage to join her.
Instead she just sat alone at the window, hoping for him to come running out of the woods like he'd done so many times before. But it would never happen. She knew that it wouldn't. And not even the gloves could hold back the ice anymore.
Elsa eventually began to ignore everything. She brought curtains in front of her window. She didn't even smile when Anna came to her door.
She was in too much pain. Too much dispair.
And when her parents died, she exploded. She ripped the curtains down and threw open the window. And she climbed out. Out to the pond, and she sat.
Elsa sat, alone, and she cried. For her Jack, could never return.
300 years later
Jack flew over the trees of Arendelle, up the mountain. He'd found it not too long ago, the ice palace.
It was a little shaken up when he found it, a chandaleir smashed on the ground. He cleaned it up. Really, he didn't know how it got there, but he loved it.
Well, as much as he could. Jack had only visited the palace once before. It was empty then, but now he felt something different. Something off. He crept slowly up the beautiful ice stairs.
That's when he heard it, someone speaking. A woman?. He peaked his head around the corner. Sure enough, there was a woman standing there. A sparkly blue dress and a long white-blonde braid.
"That's quite strange." She spoke again, Jack shuttered, there was something familiar about her voice. "The chandaleir isn't broken…"
"That's because I fixed it." Jack strolled in casually, expecting her not to hear him.
But yet, another surprise, the woman spun around as fast as she could and suddenly, Jack was pinned to the wall by ice.
"Woah! Wait, you can see me?" Jack didn't even care about the ice sticking him to the palace walls. He was too interested in the woman.
"Why wouldn't I? Wait- It doesn't matter… what are you doing here?" The woman frowned at him.
"I- Well- You could say that I live here" Jack stuttered.
"Nonsense. This is my palace. I made it. I've lived here for- well, it's mine."
"What's your name?"
"It doesn't matter"
"Please? If you're going to drive ice through my heart-" Jack stopped, seeing her features change at the mention of ice in his heart. The ice that held him to the wall disappeared and he slid to the floor. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked.
"N-No…" She said, rubbing her temples. "M-My name is Elsa…"
Jacks eyes widened, he now knew why her voice was familiar to him. "Elsa? As in the princess of Arendelle?"
"No, actually, as in the Queen." Elsa turned and faced him. "And how do you know that?"
"Elsa, don't you remember me?" Jack jumped up and took a few steps towards her.
"Should I?" She asked.
"It's me!" he flew up into the air and landed, "Jack, it's me, Jack."
Elsa seemed momentarily shocked from his flying, then she scoffed. "I know why you're here. That man in the black robes sent you to torture me, didn't he? How did he figure out about Jack though? Is he stealing memories from the tooth fairy?"
"Man in black robes? Pitch? I don't work for Pitch, wait- how do you know about Tooth?"
"I don't believe you." Elsa glared.
"No, I'm- Jack Frost! I'm a Guardian! Not a nightmare, or a trick either."
"Jack Frost, as in the story?"
"Oi! Is that so hard to believe?"
"No… I just-"
"Elsie, I swear, it's me!"
Elsa stopped and stared at him, tears began to spill from her eyes. "J-Jack? Can that really be you?"
