Chapter 1: Jack's Birthday
"Happy 17th birthday Jack!" I yelled at him while sitting on the floor next to his bed. His eyes opened and he shot up, his brown hair in a mess. "Need a hairbrush there?" I giggled as he rolled his eyes and laid back down.
"Five more minutes." his muffled voice begged. I laughed and stood up. He said that every Saturday when I woke him up. "Come on it's my birthday. You have to be nice to me." His soft voice got quieter with each word as he started to doze off.
"Nope! You have to get up, remember you promised to take me ice skating!" I reached down and poked his side. He quickly pulled blue wool blanket around him for protection. I giggled as I pulled the curtains open wider.
The new brightness made Jack pull the blanket over his head. "Come on Jack, you're being worse than me, when you wake me up on Sundays." I tiptoed back over to his bed so he didn't hear me. I carefully moved my hands down and ran my fingers up and down his side. I jumped back when he sat up quickly.
"I'm up! Just don't tickle me." He slid his feet to the floor and followed me out of the room. Or so I thought. As I walked through the door, Jack cried out. "Stupid door jumped in front of me!" my laugh echoed through the hall.
"Next time watch where you're going. I'll be downstairs. If you don't hurry I'll eat all the pancakes." his eyes shot up to mine. Hungry fear changed his eyes to a lighter brown.
"You wouldn't dare." I smiled and ran down the stairs almost tripping in my purple dress.
"Hurry up and get ready then!" I yelled. I heard a groan from upstairs then footsteps walking down the hall. I swung into the kitchen and breathed in the wonderful smell of pancakes. "Mrs. Frost you make the best pancakes in the world! They even smell heavenly!" I exasperated. She smiled while putting two plates on the table piled high with hotcakes. (Hotcakes and pancakes are the same thing)
"Why thank you Elsa. You look exceptionally hungry this morning. Go ahead and eat, I know Jack won't be long." I laughed and sat in the firm wooden chair. As I chewed each bite, the delicious taste of hotcakes and maple syrup filled my mouth. After eating two Jack finally came into the kitchen.
Now changed out of his pajamas and teeth brushed, my stomach arose with butterflies when he looked at me. He smiled and walked towards his plate of steaming pancakes. His gorgeous brown hair glistened with water after being freshly washed. He smiled and crinkles appeared next to his deep brown eyes. My stomach felt like a forest of animals as I smiled back.
After eating a pancake Jack spoke. "Elsa rudely woke me up this morning. Wouldn't you say so Elsa?" he looked me in the eyes and a shimmer of fun flashed through them.
My eyes probably looked the same way as I quickly stated my response. "No worse than when you woke me up on my 15th birthday last month. I didn't forget." I smiled as he frowned at my calm response.
I finished another pancake, making my total four and Jack's only two. "Hurry up and finish I want to go." I poked his arm and stood up to put my plate in the sink. We couldn't tell Jack's parents that we were going ice skating, because they didn't know about my powers. Besides my parents and sister, only Jack knew. The pond in the woods probably wasn't fully frozen yet and if we said anything, Mrs. Frost would be suspicious.
It was actually a whole accident that Jack found out. He saw when me and my sister Anna were playing in the woods. I was only eight at the time, Anna was five, and Jack, was ten. It was early March and almost all the snow had melted. The sun was about to come up, as I created snow for me and Anna to play in. It was the morning of Anna's birthday, and all she said she wanted from me was to play in the snow. We snuck out early morning through the wooden back door of our small house. (Elsa isn't royalty in this story)
My parents hated me using my powers. They said it was a curse and that I should be ashamed to bear these powers. I would have agreed with them, but how could a curse make such wonders?
Anna and I laughed as we threw snowballs at each other. We each had our own fort of snow. While Anna was making snowballs with the snow I created, all I had to simply do was move my hands around in a sphere shape and picture it in my mind. I could make twice as many snowballs than Anna.
We were playing for a while, and the sun was almost up. I knew mama and papa would wake up soon. They would be mad if they found out I was using my powers. I knew we only had a little more time left if we wanted to get home.
While I was focused on how much time we had left to play before we returned to our house, Anna had snuck behind me with a big snowball. I felt snow smash into my head and seep down my back. "Anna! You little sneak!" I laughed as she stuck her tongue out at me. I quickly formed a large snowball in my hands. Anna's face filled with a knowing look.
She turned and started to run, but me being older I caught up quick. "No Elsa, I didn't mean it." she smiled and pretended to act innocent. I giggled and threw my large snowball at her.
It whirled through the air and hit Anna right in the face. "No fair Elsa! You can't feel the cold! And your snowballs are colder than normal snow!" she looked like an Eskimo as she wiped the snow out of her eyes.
I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore. Anna joined in and our glorious laughter rang through the trees. "I may not feel the cold but I can certainly feel snow." Anna giggled at me. "Come on let's build a snowman." I skipped away from Anna and towards the ground in between our forts.
Anna ran after me and stood next to me, her eyes filled with wonder waiting for me to fill the air with snow sparkles. "You have to stand back, or you could get hurt. Okay?" I said to Anna sternly all of our playfulness of before gone.
"But why!" Anna said her voice whining. I sighed, I hoped one day Anna would understand that my powers can be dangerous. Especially since I haven't fully got control of them yet.
"Because if you distract me while I am making the snowman, you could get hurt. I'm still not good at making things that are complicated." I smiled at Anna and she agreed to watch from her fort till I was done.
I began to twirl my hands as I pictured a snowman in my head. I tried to make it perfect with three round parts and a hat made out of snow. I focused and opened my eyes to see if it was working. The snowman looked a little lopsided, and it was made out of sideways ovals instead of perfect spheres. I sighed and then my magic started to not work.
I quickly focused again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Anna slowly walking up the snowman. Then she sprinted as I was almost done. "Anna no! I'm not finished!"
She didn't hear me and ran closer. Fear crept into me seeping all over my body. Once I started making something it was hard to stop. "Anna just wait!" she ran almost right up to me.
"Elsa it's ok! We should call him Olaf!" She giggled as if everything was fine. But snowballs were easy, building a snowman with clothes and hands completely out I snow was difficult.
"Anna stay back!" But Anna got closer and I couldn't control my magic with fear building up inside me. The blue sparkles turned yellow and ugly showing just what I could do with fear.
Anna started to slow down but she slipped on the ice I had made and slid towards me. It all happened so fast, my hands moved towards Anna to stop her on reflex.
It was gonna be too late, the yellow sparks were pointed right at her. "No!" Right when the sparks skimmed her head, a brown haired boy slides in front of me and pushes Anna out of the way.
"Anna!" The fear that was once inside me diminishes, and I run full speed to her. Thank God she isn't hurt. I hug her tiny body to me. Anna means the world to me, I don't know what I would do if something happened to her.
I lift her light body up and turn to look at the boy who saved her. "Thank you. I don't know what would have happened if I would have hit her. But you can't tell anyone what you saw." I look at him I want to hug him and thank him for what he did, but at the same time I need to make sure he doesn't tell anyone about this.
His voice is soft when he speaks, and I am comforted somehow by it. "You're welcome, and I won't tell anyone. I promise, you aren't as dangerous as you might think. What I first saw was beautiful." The brown haired boy steps closer to me and Anna. I know I need to get home, but he is the first person who hasn't run when they see what I can do. He reaches his arm out for me to shake.
It feels warm against my cold skin, somehow I feel happier. Maybe something fun could come out of my powers.
"I'm Jack Frost." He gives me a white sparkling smile, and I smile right back.
"Elsa."
