Authors Note: The creatures mentioned here are from Norwegian/Scandinavian folklore and does exist. I had a hard time finding a good translation for them, if anyone know better words I'd be happy to change them.

Vetter/underjordiske. Bytte-barn (a child stolen from their parents in the night and traded with one of their own, the child grows up causing mischief and grief for their parents.)~

"Conceal, don't feel…" She repeated for herself. Slowly. Sitting on the edge of her bed, clutching her hands tight to her chest. Elsa couldn't sleep. She had just had her regular nightmare...

She and Anna were having fun, as they had back then. Sneaking out in the night to the great hall to have fun. They were too scared to go outside the castle doors to play, besides the guard would more easily spot them there. But there were no one in the great hall at night, no one to disturb them. Elsa played with her magic, built a snowman for Anna, they were having so much fun! Then everything went wrong, and suddenly Anna was lying on the floor, shivering. Staring at Elsa with giant, scared eyes. Then her mother and father came into the hall, staring at Anna's dying form in the snow. The snow Elsa had created. "Elsa! What have you done! This has gone too far!" her mother would yell at her.

Feet shuffled over the snow quickly and her father fell on his knees in front of Anna who didn't move anymore. "You killed her…" he said in a quiet, sad voice. Her mother gasped, ran past Elsa and shoved her away, hard. Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Then they turned on her. "Monster!" they screamed. Their shadows growing large. "MONSTER!" they would wail at her and they came closer as more dark shadows joined them, they wanted to tear at her, beat her. NO! Elsa didn't want to be here anymore! Anna couldn't be dead! They had only been playing! Her parents didn't understand! "Mama! Papa! Please!" she shrieked as she fell backwards in the snow. "You are no child of ours! You're a monster! A Wight! A Tradeling! We should have known with your –powers- no, witchcraft! You don't belong with us! You belong with the Wights and the Huldra!"

Just as the shadows and her parents were about to beat her down for good, she usually woke up. It was so hot in here, Elsa thought. She went over to the window and opened it up. Staring out over the snow covered mountains. Longing, yearning. What wouldn't she give to live up there? Up there she couldn't hurt anyone. Up there she would be alone and free. "I'm not a wight," she said out loud to the moon. The moon didn't respond, only smiled down at her. "I'm NOT! I'm not a Tradeling either!" Elsa scoffed loudly. "I'm Princess Elsa of Arendelle!"

"A princess you say?"

Elsa jumped high, almost falling out of the window. She recovered herself and scrambled down to the safety of the floor. "Who said that?!"

"I did."

"Show yourself! I- I command it!" Elsa's voice stuttered just a bit.

"you don't sound too sure of yourself. Aaaanyways, I'm not too good with authorities."

A small gust of wind blew past Elsa's white hair. It felt so cold. The side of the windows trailed up with snowflakes and ice. Wait! She wasn't doing that! She wasn't using her powers! This wasn't possible, or... was it?

"Boo!" a voice was heard from behind her, Elsa shrieked and jumped sky-high. Pressing herself against the wall, trying to make herself as small as she could.

The boy in front of her laughed loudly. "I scared you good didn't I? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack, I just couldn't resist!" he was barefoot wearing torn, brown pants and… a strange kind of vest, no, sweater, with a hood. It even had pockets in the front. Elsa had never seen anything like it. Around the boy was a cold air, there were even ice particles stuck to his sweater and the strangely bent stick he had in his hand, hanging nonchalantly over his shoulder. He had white spiky hair, even whiter than Elsa's even.

"I'm Jack Frost, nice to meet you."