Hey there! This is Puck and Kyo, here with a new fic! Sorry to say, but, simply put, I plan this fan fiction to be sad, long, and full of Jelsa. Love that ship! Okay, let's begin!

Jack's POV

He stood there, watching her. She was just like he was. Alone. Confused. Blessed, no, cursed, with the same magical powers he was. She had once cherished her powers. She had once played with her young sister, the girl with the red hair, now with a white streak. But now, she sat in her room, alone. She once had been young, but now, she was at least his age. Or, at least, how old he appeared to be, for he was really much, much older.

Snow fell, in her room. He cracked open the window, which was fogged over. It was hard to see the inside. But now he saw her clearly, she was sobbing. Crying. She was so clearly in pain.

He had watched her pain before, wishing he could help her. She couldn't control her powers. They were strong, sprouting from her hands, not a staff or other item. He had watched her parents try to help her. Try to understand.

They didn't understand. No one understood. No one ever understands what it's like to have powers, powers that are unexplainable, defying the world around them, destroying what you think, what you thought, what you knew.

Her parents were gone now. And she was all alone.

He knew what it was like. He knew he could help her. But of course, no one could ever see him. He was used to it. He sighed, and floated into the room through the open window.

He flew towards her. She suddenly looked up, and screamed. He looked around, what was wrong?

"Who are you?"

He looked around again, who was she talking to?

"And what," she said, "are you doing in my room?"

Elsa's POV

There was some guy in her room. He had on a dark brown cloak, dusted with snow. His hair was white. He starred at her, as if he thought she didn't know he was there. He kept looking around.

Wait, was he floating? What was this? Was she going insane? That must be it. It was probably from being cooped up in this damn room! But it was necessary. She would never want to hurt anyone. She would never want to hurt Anna.

"Are you talking to me?"

"EEK! You're real?!" She jumped back, terrified.

"You can see me?" He floated close to her. He was carrying a stick.

"Of course I can see you! What are you doing in here?"

Jack's POV

She could see him. That was.. just… Wow. She could actually see him. It had been lifetimes since someone could see him. He reached out to her, and she pulled away.

He suddenly realized how creepy this probably was for her, to have a random guy appear in her room. He took a deep breath.

"Alright," he said, "My name is Jack Frost."

She snorted. The snow in the room was fading away, melting.

"What?" he said, eyebrows creased.

"Jack Frost?" she said, "As in, the guy who makes frost? Please."

"Yeah!" he was starting to get defensive, "That's me! And I'm here because I want to help you, um, girl!"

He had just realized he didn't even know her name.

"My name," she said, almost as if she'd read his mind, "Is Elsa. And I don't believe you, 'Jack Frost'!"

He floated to the ground, holding his staff. He walked up to her, and looked her in the eye. She glared right back at him. Then, he pulled away, pushed his palms together, made a flower out of ice, dusted in snow, and held it out to her.

She starred at it. He smirked.

"Believe me now, Elsa?"

End of Chapter