Bitter Sacrifice

by clara-linh

Jack Frost had accepted his loneliness; it was the only life he ever knew. But one day, his life was changed forever when he stumbled upon a magnificent ice palace and the woman responsible for it: Queen Elsa of Arendelle. But nothing would be easy for the two. Both of them would have to sacrifice everything if they ever wanted to be together.

1. Prologue

Author's Note:

Welcome to Bitter Sacrifice!

Thanks for taking time to click on my story and I really hope you enjoy it! Follows, favorites, and reviews (yes, even constructive criticism) would be lovely! The prologue is just setting up Jack's character, but Elsa will be introduced in chapter 1! Just a warning, I will probably not have a regular updating schedule, but I will add new chapters as soon as possible! I realize the prologue is extremely short, but future chapters will be much longer. Well, without further ado...here's Bitter Sacrifice!

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I lay floating just above the treetops; staring at the moon, and wondering why he gave me this fate. Sometimes the loneliness just becomes too much and I honestly don't want to live like this anymore. I'm not even sure that this, whatever this is, can be considered living, especially because I'm not technically alive anymore.

When I woke up after I, well, after I died, the first place I went was to find a home. Of course, at the time, I didn't know I was already dead. But it didn't take long to figure out the rules of my existence. I couldn't be seen, or heard, but I could be felt. But to everyone else, my touch is just a little tickle, or the breeze blowing against their skin; nothing more than that. And whenever I'm around, the air gets just a little chillier. I am Jack Frost, after all.

There are some perks to being Jack Frost, too. Seeing as my job is to bring winter weather, I am obviously able to create frost and snow. It's also pretty great to be able to fly. You have no idea what you're missing. Being immortal is both good and bad. You don't have to worry about dying, but it's heartbreaking to see your loved ones grow old right before your eyes. And that's about as far as the good stuff gets; the pros by far don't outweigh the cons.

Nobody ever thinks about what it's like to be Jack Frost. Nobody knows what it's like to be invisible. Sure it was fun at first, pranking my old friends and enemies, but when nobody has even seen you in nearly one hundred years, the isolation is overwhelming.