Elsa screamed and threw her pillow to the other side of the room. It was frozen solid, and she watched through teary eyes as it shattered against her bedroom wall. She felt ridiculous as she stroked the side of her face in an effort to warm it, knowing that no warm could come from her with her icy cold hands. She stopped immediately, dreading what would happen if her hands connected with her tears. Elsa ran over to perform her regular routine, when things like this happened. She got her gloves and quickly put them on, snatched a match from her bedside cabinet and struck it on the bricks of the fire place, lighting the dry logs within.
While sitting on a small wooden stool in front of the fire she faintly remembered hearing from within her reclusive anti-paradise, a couple of servants talking about a young man falling into a frozen river by a small village in the mountains. She thought of the pain he must have endured in the severe, bitter coldness. Although she was only twelve, she was incredibly mature, her wiseness hardly contrasted by many far older than her.
Elsa was one of two princesses, Anna being the second and youngest of the two, of Arendelle. It was a beautiful kingdom that sat comfortably in the western isles. The kingdom did look small from afar but its boundaries spread far out over the mountain that shrouded and protected it, and across the deep fjord that made it in accessible to those with out a boat. Many, in the past, had tried to take it from those who lived there. But with the will and courage of the people they would fail miserably.
For almost all of her life, Elsa had been by her self, locked away from the outside world. She hid from those her powers could hurt, which in her mind was everyone. She had to live with the fear and pain her powers could, and had, caused.
She sat alone in silence when all of a sudden she heard a tapping from the window. She quickly looked to see a teenage boy floating at the window. He had hair as white as snow, with little flecks of frost sprinkled throughout it. He was pale, and was wearing a brown cloak that was frozen around the edges. He wasn't making any movements to show that he wanted to hurt her, he just floated there. Smiling. Elsa walked curiously to the window, and the boy waved. Still smiling. Elsa was scared by the sudden movement and julted back. The boy could see her distress and waved his hand in front of the window, creating sparks of frost that were so beautiful they looked like flowers. Gradually these flurries and swirls formed words.
"My name is jack!"
It said. Elsa looked amazed to see another like her, Jack could see her happiness and repeated the previous procedure. The words disappeared and created new ones.
"Why are you sad?"
Elsa could see that Jack meant no harm in fact would almost understand her, so with out delay she opened the window to let him in. He flew in and landed on the window sill.
"I'm Elsa, I really shouldn't be letting you in," said Elsa, worried "only my parents are aloud in here and I don't want to hurt you,"
"Why would you hurt me?" Jack asked.
Elsa ran to grab her stool and sat in front of him.
"I was born with special powers that made ice and snow out of thin air! Much like you can! But they're getting stronger and I am afraid of them and what they can do, what they could turn me into!" She explained.
"Why?" Asked Jack inquisitively.
"Because they're dangerous," Elsa said.
"What's the danger in a bit of fun?"
"You obviously have not known the pain I know. when I was young my sister and I were really close and I told her everything! Even about my powers. When she got older she would come to me every night so we could play in the snow! We would go to the ballroom, I would make it and ice rink and I would make snow gently rain from the ceiling! It was a lot of fun!" Elsa explained.
"But?" Asked Jack, not quite understanding.
"But one night I struck her, only her head so she still lives but... If I had struck her heart she wouldn't be so lucky," Elsa stopped.
Feeling the gut retching feeling she felt when it happened, she backed herself away into a corner.
"you need to leave, you're not safe here. I'm a monster! You need to leave!"
Elsa curled up in the corner crying. Jack went to her and hugged her and Elsa some how felt warm.
"You don't need to be afraid Elsa, your powers aren't evil and you aren't a monster! You need to stop concealing them! Let it go... It's ok,"
Jack kissed her on the forehead and noticed she had fallen asleep. He picked her up, grabbed a new pillow and tucked her in.
"Goodnight Elsa," he said "Sweet dreams,"
He turned to the window and waved his hand. The window swung open and he flew out. Jack came back once again the next week, and they talked of the kingdom and how beautiful it was. Elsa found it some what difficult to make conversation with Jack as most of the time he wouldn't know what she was talking about, never the less they talked way through the night and Jack found out new things that he could learn from experience. He felt gracious towards Elsa for her help and Elsa in return felt pride in jack. He made her happy like no one had in years, and for the first time in her life she felt warm.
Jack did not return the next week. Or the one after, in fact he didn't return to Arendelle for at least another six years.