It was a peaceful winter morning in the kingdom of Arendelle. It had been months since Anna's birthday in the spring, and she was out in the countryside, spending time with her fiancé, Kristoff. The snow Queen, Elsa of Arendelle had spent all night saying a big "farewell" to the two, for they would be gone for quite a while. She was completely exhausted, and relished the soothing scent of her pillows and blankets. Sleep never felt so good in her entire life.
"See you next year, Anna," Elsa muttered in her sleep. She had been saying that for the past couple of hours, and it was completely imprinted in her mind. "See you—"
A rattle on the windows snapped her awake. The giant purple curtains kept her from seeing what, or who it was. A bit startled, she gingerly got out of bed and opened the curtains to take a look. A sigh of relief escaped Elsa's lips when she realized that it was just the wind. That's a pretty strong wind; to rattle my windows like that. She closed the curtains and settled back into her bed. But then, not even a minute later, she hears the same sound on her windows—except, this time, a man's voice comes with it. The voice sounds like he's laughing; having fun.
Shocked, more than before, Elsa got up and opened up the window to peer around. Nobody. But there was a scent; something masculine and sweet at the same time. Somebody was definitely there. The chilly wind entered her room, so she closed it quickly. Elsa was immediately paranoid of hearing the noise a third time, so she waited behind the curtains to catch him; then send whoever was messing around into the dungeon for violating the Queen's privacy.
And sure enough, it came again. The powerful wind blew against the windows, and the man's voice reappeared. "Aw, come on! You threw the snowball first."
What? Who has the ability to sneak past the castle gates and throw snowballs in my yard? Elsa angrily thought. She swiftly opened the curtains to see… and she saw a white-haired boy, who looked just a tad younger than her, flying with the wind, with an armful of glistening white snowballs.
It wasn't your average morning view, so Elsa was staring for longer than she wanted to. The white-haired boy was throwing his snowballs at a younger boy, with dark-brown hair. Elsa immediately recognized the younger boy as the royal maid's son. But where was the royal maid?
The white-haired man spoke again, drifting through the air. "What, you ran out of ammo?" he grinned. "Do you need time to make more?"
"Jack, it's not fair," the dark-haired boy muttered. Queen Elsa snapped out of her thought. Jack! So that is his name! Not wasting any time to change out of her nightgown, she quickly put on a cape and ran out of her room to report it to the guards.
The halls were still quite empty because of how early it was in the morning. But Elsa ran into the royal maid—whose son was out in the snow, playing snowball with that Jack.
"Your Majesty!" the royal maid exclaimed. "What are you doing so early in the morning?"
"Your son is in my courtyard, playing snowball with this… this…" Elsa realized that it would be harder to describe the white-haired man than she thought. "…this man with white hair, a blue sweatshirt, a wooden staff… he can also fly…"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness… I don't quite understand what you are saying."
"Neither do I," she said. "But get the guards and arrest that man. He can be dangerous."
"Alright." The royal maid rushed away. A little while later, Queen Elsa and her guards raced to the palace courtyard. Elsa could feel the doubt from the guards as they ran, but her beliefs were confirmed when she heard laughter outside. The guards busted the courtyard door open and glanced around.
To the Queen's surprise, nobody was there; except for the royal maid's son. He was asleep, propped up against a wall. There was absolutely no sign of a snowball fight; only footprints from the boy's boots that traced around the snow.
"There's nothing here," a guard said, turning to the Queen. "Your Highness, are you sure you saw a flying white-haired boy around here?"
"Yes! I am sure!" said Elsa, distressed and confused. "Ask the little boy here."
As they all hurried back inside, Elsa then realized that the boy had no memories of having a snowball fight. But strangely, he was laughing and giggling more than usual. Elsa was escorted back into her room, and told to sleep more. She let out a sigh as she stripped off her cape, and her nightgown, because of how sweaty she was with all the running. She climbed back into bed with only her underwear and bra on.
Elsa's window was open. Somebody came here. She rushed out of bed to close the window. Her heart was racing—she was afraid. Maybe a robber or a murderer came to take advantage of me, she thought frantically. She was about to yell for the guards, until a warm hand that belonged to a man closed around her mouth, muffling her scream.
She thrashed in his arms, but was soon exhausted. "Shhh," the man said. The voice was oddly familiar. Her heart raced with fear even more when she realized who the voice belonged to.
"Jack! Are you Jack?" she screamed, her voice still blocked out by his hand. But he could hear.
"Jack Frost. That's my name," he whispered, his hand still on her mouth. "Look, I don't like doing this, but if I let go of your mouth, I trust you not to scream. Okay?" His voice, astonishingly, was soft and smooth, and Elsa found it hard to fight against him; especially when he smelled… really good. Something masculine and sweet. He smells really nice.
When he let go of her, she quickly backed away from him, only to realize that she was covered in nothing but her undergarments. But the strange man that called himself "Jack Frost" wasn't staring all over her. He was looking at her right in the eyes.
Those are some dreamy eyes, Elsa thought. His eyes… they're almost exactly like mine. A deep sea blue.
But the dreaminess was short-lived. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Elsa asked, her voice sharp. Jack Frost didn't even seem to be the least bit intimidated. He only smirked cockily.
"Didn't I just tell you?" he answered. "My name is Jack Frost. I'm here because the little boy Gertrude challenged me to a snowball fight. Of course, I had to accept it, because not many people can see me. Or rather, not many people believe in me."
It took a moment for Elsa to process this strange story. "W-what? See you? What do you mean?"
"I'm a Guardian," he replied, still grinning. "If you believe that I exist, you see me. If you don't, well you don't."
"Well, I've never heard of you in my entire life. How can I still see you?"
"Because we share the same quality," he said, raising his staff to touch the ceiling. Elsa gasped when she saw a beautiful ice pattern appear. She was immediately reminded of her own powers, which were almost the exact same as that. She released a small ice ball to the ceiling, revealing her own icy pattern. They were both beautiful together.
"You have the same powers as I do," Elsa exclaimed. "But… how can you fly?"
"It's hard to explain, but I'm friends with the wind. And the moon." He took a single glance at her puzzled face and decided to switch the subject. "Anyways, I'm sorry for intruding—"
"Yeah, and you know that I can call the guards right now, correct?" Elsa snapped. "They can take you to the dungeon."
"Call them all you want; they'll never see me," he said, taking a look around Elsa's large room. "Anyway… I apologize for intruding your castle, uh… garden."
"It's the palace courtyard," she corrected. "And not only that, but you are intruding the room of the Queen."
"Oh, I'm well aware that you're the Queen. Quite attractive, too," he reached his hand out toward her, only to find his nose right in front of Elsa's glowing hand; ready to freeze him. He laughed, not even afraid, and added, "You're cute when you're mad."
"You touch me, and I'll make sure you'll touch nothing ever again," Elsa said poisonously. She suddenly remembered that time, when she was still in her ice palace, when Hans' men began to attack her with their crossbows. She was forced to show violence through her powers, and almost killed one of those men. The memory was painful. "You may have the power to fly, but you've never seen what I have been through," she added, and turned her back on him.
There was a silence in the room. Jack Frost stopped smiling, and thought of putting a hand on Elsa's shoulder to comfort her; because she was obviously in pain. But he decided not to.
"Please leave, Jack Frost," Elsa said, her voice cracking.
Jack breathed heavily out his nose, and left out of the same window he came from. He took one last look at the crying Queen, then flew away with a gust of wind. But his soothing scent still remained, and so did the ice patterns on the ceiling.