As the doors to the balcony closed, Elsa looked at her work with pride and faintly noticed the cool breeze that brushed her fingertips and sent an unfamiliar chill throughout her body.

"I swore I..." she stopped, mid-sentence, and watched as flakes of snow materialized and began swirling around until sole figure formed through the cluster. Almost instinctively, an ice knife materialized in her right hand as she stepped towards the quiet figure covered in a sheath of snow. It twitched slightly.

"What the-" the figure shook once more and part of the snow "face" slid off to reveal a pair of eyes, of which color Elsa thought reminded her of a frozen ocean, that blinked with the change in lighting. Slowly, more and more snow slid off of the figure to reveal a boy with hair the color of fresh frost. He smiled at Elsa, withdrew the staff from behind his back and looked around at the walls of the castle. Elsa wasted no time.

"Um... who are you?" she flashed the knife at him for good measure, making him laugh in response.

"Isn't it obvious, Elsa?" She flinched when he suddenly knew her name. She looked him over, he was wearing what looked like frostbitten clothes, he had a weird staff and he was barefoot! It was probably negative eight degrees outside! He has to be insane, Elsa thought.

"No, not crazy, Elsa." he smiled. Elsa lunged at him and secured him to the wall with ice, now she was scared.

"Who are you!" she yelled. The room began to glow an ominous red, indicating her frustration, as she screamed the question again, "Who are you?"

"The name is Jack Frost." he emphasized every syllable of his name.

"No," she gasped. As soon as she uttered the word the room began to change back to it's original icy blue and the ice that imprisoned Jack began to melt, "that's not possible." He's not real, he can't be. I mean, he was just an imaginary friend I thought of to pass the time when I was alone, it can't be, she argued with herself. She didn't even realize he had finally been freed until he had her backed up against the doors to the balcony.

"Remember the lake in winter?" he asked her. I used to tell "him" about it all the time, Elsa realized. Her mind raced as she struggled to remember what she had purposefully forgotten. She used to love to skate, she'd go everyday if she was able to. But she hadn't gone skating since the death of her parents. Now, all the memories of before that had been locked down were opening up and she remembered. She remembered the frozen lake in the woods. She remembered the boy with eyes the color of a frozen ocean. Jack placed his hand against her right her cheek, glad she didn't flinch. Elsa didn't realize her eyes were closed until they shot open with the realization that he was kissing her. Their lips parted for a split second.

"Elsa," he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer all the while his hand still on her cheek, "remember me." He plunged his lips back to hers and she began to remember. The boy with eyes the color of a frozen ocean was named Jack. His sister, Hazel, and Anna would play by the edge of the lake while Jack and Elsa would skate the day away together. They liked each other. That was when they were little, when they were best friends. Then as she grew and so did he, their feelings for each other became stronger and more clear.

"Jack," Elsa whispered against his lips, "You loved me." He smiled against her, and the memories continued.

Jack and Elsa did everything together: skating, fishing, even babysitting their sisters together. Then things became serious, their feelings became stronger and soon Jack made a decision.

"Elsa," Jack was extremely nervous, "I need to tell you something." Elsa looked up at him worriedly.

"What's wrong?" she asked. He sat on the opposite end of the bed and began.

"Elsa, I've been courting you for a while now, and I feel it's getting serious. And, well, I feel maybe we should... take the next step." Elsa looked confused. She wasn't, of course, she knew exactly what he was trying to say. She just really wanted to here him say it.

"Elsa, I wanna make love to you." She didn't speak. She didn't move, only stared at him in awe. She had thought about this, countless times, but the outcome was always the same. She was ready. Finally, she took a giant leap of faith in herself and did something crazy.

"Come here then, Jack. Let's make love."

And they did.

Reality came crashing back when she felt Jack's hand skim down her dress to grab her ass, sending chills around her hips, through her spine and all the way to her head and she was sent into another memory. The memory was of that fateful day, that day when Elsa's world finally came crashing down. The day Jack cracked the ice of the lake, fell into the freezing waters and was never seen again. Until now, and the things he was doing to her broke her out of the memory.

"Jack!" she yelled at him when she realized his hand sliding up her right leg and underneath the skirt of her dress. He stopped, shocked.

"Elsa?" She grabbed his hands from their current locations and held them up to her eyes.

"You're supposed to be dead." she sobbed.