A/N: I probably should not be starting this with two other fics barely finished, but this has been in my head ever since I saw Frozen a couple days ago. I make no promises on how often I will update this, but as long as you guys keep reviewing to keep me in check, I shouldn't go too long.

~Destiny

Jack Frost enjoyed the feel of the light of the moon on his face as he flew through the air. He itched to have some fun, but the area he was in was currently in the middle of summer, and he was trying to be good. It was time to relax a little and to see if the Man in the Moon had anything to say. He never did.

A cold blast knocked him off balance without warning, and he looked around frantically to see what had hit him. His grip on his staff tightened as his eyebrows furrowed together, "Huh. I did not do that."

The kingdom below was covered in ice and snow. As he watched, drifting closer to see what was happening, a figure on a horse ran from the castle and into the rising levels of snow. Something was wrong, and Arendelle needed help.

Jack followed the figure—he thought it was a young girl—until he figured out that she was riding towards the big mountain in the distance. He considered the different possibilities before deciding that whoever caused the storm was on the mountain. With a small burst of wind, he flew ahead to check it out.

When he got to the mountain, he was astounded by what he saw. A castle made purely of ice stood high, reflecting the light of the moon. Jack circled above it, admiring the handiwork.

"The cold never bothered me anyway."

The strong voice caused him to look down in surprise just in time to see the end of a dress disappear into the palace. He drifted down to stand on the balcony and peered through the open door. There was definitely a young woman in there. Her white hair was in a messy braid, and he was pretty sure that she had made her dress out of finely worked ice and snow. Inching closer, he listened for that voice again.

"Freedom. Finally free." She sounded happy and sad at the same time, "I'll never hurt anyone again. Anna is safe from me."

Who was Anna? He shook his head and walked up behind her, "I need your name." Ice shot from her finger tips, creating a throne for her to sit on, "You have winter powers. You have to be able to see me!"

But she didn't. She sat down with a sigh, "Elsa, the queen of isolation. This is for the best."

"Have you not seen what you have done to that kingdom back there? You will ruin all of their lives."

The ice patterns on the throne grew more intricate the longer her bare skin touched it. Her eyes grew sad and angry, "Why can't I control this curse?"

So that was the problem. Elsa had lost control. Maybe she didn't know what she did, "I can help you." With a twirl of his hand, he made a little wind to tickle her ear.

She jerked back, "What was that? Who's there?" Elsa remembered hearing about the spirit of the mountain. It had been a bedtime story back when she was able to share a room with her sister. It was nothing but a fairytale in the happy part of her life.

"Elsa, I can help you."

The voice had to be part of her imagination. Isolation acted quickly if she was starting to go crazy already, "I don't believe in the spirit in the mountain anymore."

Spirit, huh? Jack grinned. He could use that to his advantage, and he had a plan to help the girl even if she couldn't see him, "Elsa, you need to learn control. I can help."

"How? You're not even real, and I'm talking to thin air!"

"Just watch." Jack blew towards the center of the room. Snowflakes danced into a form that resembled himself. She needed a figure to associate with, and seeing was believing.

Elsa's eyes grew wide, "Okay, so the spirit in the mountain is real and talking to me. Oh, this is just great."

Jack chuckled, "All stories start out with a little bit of truth to them. What do you know about me?"

"It's just the usual fairytale kid stuff. You only help those in need, and you bring winter to Arendelle when it is time for the earth to sleep."

He thought to himself, "Maybe I am the spirit after all. I haven't really messed with the people of Arendelle. They just always seemed too peaceful, and it reminds me of a place long forgotten… Almost like a home."

Elsa continued, "You are also a trickster, which means I cannot trust you. How am I supposed to know that you can really help me? You could be the reason I was born with this curse for all I know!"

That stung him. Her powers were a thing of beauty. The palace was a prime example of that. Jack could not understand her anger, "What you are able to do is not a curse if you are able to control it. Why did you isolate yourself? What are you scared of?"

"Are you kidding? I have kept my powers a secret from everyone until today, and that was a disaster. Not even my sister knew." She sighed, "Anna used to know, and we had so much fun together… But one little accident and it all went away. My parents made me cover it up, and I have been so scared of hurting someone again ever since."

He scoffed, "What crappy parents."

Ice shot out from the ceiling, forming dangerous looking icicles, "What did you say about my parents?"

"Whoa, calm down." The snow figure raised its arms, "I meant nothing by it, but your parents covered up the problem rather than help it. You have no control because you were taught to fear the power that you have. We have to get you over that fear if you are going to get any help."

Elsa thought about it for a moment, "Okay, so what do we do?"

Jack scratched his chin, "We start small. Being this far away from Arendelle should help, but try not to use your powers unless it's with me."

"Spirit?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a real name that I can call you? I would like to at least feel somewhat sane."

"Jack. You can call me Jack."

"And you can help?"

"I know I can."

She smiled softly, "Thank you for finding me, then, Jack."

"My pleasure, Elsa."