Arendelle was quiet and peaceful, not a foot or sound heard throughout the castle except for the swift movements as Jack Frost tried his best to spread his winter magic across Arendelle's ground. Jack loves to see children play in his own snow; the guardians never understood how helpful he was to kids. He tried his best to shrug it away and continue to spread his snow but he halted. Jack's eye was caught by the large castle in Arendelle where the king and queen slept. He flew into the air as light and controlled as a bird and flew to a window to see what was inside. The room was large and filled with stuffed animals, the walls were painted a snow-white, in the center lay a large beautiful rug and a young girl sleeping on a queen bed but overall it was very spacious. He sighed, seeing his breath slowly fog in front of him. He didn't understand why people needed big castles if it would always be empty.
He gently lifted the window, frosting it with his touch. He crawled inside and stepped on the wooden floor that creaked. He winced and froze on the spot, hoping the girl wouldn't awaken. To his surprise, the girl didn't wake up but the wind's gust slammed the window and the girl who was once asleep quickly sat up holding her white and blue quilt she was covered with as tight as possible. Jack was waiting for the same response he always got, the child would look around, not see him, and would go straight back to bed but she was looking straight at him. He glanced behind him to see if the young girl was staring at the wall, maybe she was insane. He stayed frozen, looking at all her features, she wore a blue night-gown, and her hair was white and braided to the side with a blue headband, her skin almost as white as snow, her blue eyes stayed locked to his.
"Jack Frost?" the girl whispered.
Jack looked at her with disbelief, could it be true?
"You can see me?" Jack said feeling his hands become shaky.
"You exist?"
Jack observed her expression and realized she was terrified, you could see her fingers turning red from how tight she was holding her quilt. Jack stood up straight and put on a smile.
"What's your name?" Jack asked
"Elsa," the young girl said releasing her quilt from her death grip.
"Well, Elsa, take my hand and follow me," Jack frost said reaching his hand out to Elsa
Elsa hesitated, she couldn't tell if she was in a dream or if this boy, who claimed to be Jack Frost, was a bandit trying to rob the castle. She reluctantly put her small delicate hand into Jack's hand and followed him out of her room into the castles hallway.
