It was a cold, frosty, night. Elsa curled up tighter in her four poster bed. She didn't want to get up. A creaking, rusty sound came from the back of her room. Footsteps. More footsteps. She tiredly opened her eyes. One blue eye peered around while the other slowly surveyed the dark shadows along the wall.
Suddenly, a young girl materialized out of the darkness.
"Elsa?" The young girl whispered. "Are you awake?"
Despite the ungodly hour, the young girl looked wide awake. Her auburn hair was tied back into messy pigtails, obviously done by herself. She wore a yellowish green silk nightgown with a thin, green bow around the front.
"Anna?" Elsa slurred. "What do you want?"
"Well," Anna lay down on top of her sister. She spread out her arms. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake!"
"Go away, Anna. I'm sleeping, we can play later." Elsa turned over in her big blue bed.
Anna pulled her feet up to her chest and jumped off. Her dirty slippers pounded Elsa's legs with every bounce.
"Anna, stop!" Elsa pushed her off the bed.
Anna landed in a heap on the floor. Despite the fact that she had landed harshly, she bounced up full of energy.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" She leaned over Elsa and spoke the magic words.
Elsa opened one icy blue eye, grinning.
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Anna pulled Elsa's tired, cold hand through the palace. She pushed open the door to the large, dark ballroom.
The girls giggled and laughed as they tiptoed to the center of the room.
"Do the magic, do the magic, do the magic!" Anna excitedly chanted.
"Shhhhhh." Elsa shushed Anna with a wave of her hand. She then slowly curled her fist. When she opened her frozen fingers, a white wintry blast shot through the room. Snow fell from the ceiling, covering the ballroom in a frozen blizzard.
Elsa pointed her fingers toward a heap of snow. She brought the snowflakes up in a graceful twirl and watched as they slowly packed into three spears. The shape of a snowman quickly took form.
Elsa ran behind him. "Hi, I'm Olaf. She waved his stick arms around, causing Anna to giggle. "And I like warm hugs." She pushed him around some more.
Anna ran up a mound of snow. "Catch me!" She leapt off.
Elsa quickly created several tall ice pillars to catch Anna as she fell.
"Wait! Slow down!" Elsa couldn't keep up. She threw her hands forward to try to catch her sister. But Anna was going too fast. Elsa slipped on the icy floor and hit Anna in the head.
Anna fell to the ground with a clump.
"No!" Elsa ran over to Anna. Black ice spread across the floor with every step she took. She knelt over her sister. Anna was breathing unsteadily. She was ice cold and her face was ghostly pale.
"Mama! Papa!" Elsa shouted. "Come quick!"
The ballroom doors burst open. In came a woman with dark hair in a silk robe, behind her following a tall, regal looking man in a dark tunic with shining gold epaulettes. They both bared great resemblance to Anna, but not Elsa. The only thing she shared was her mother's shining icy blue eyes.
The man scooped up Anna and checked her pulse. The woman placed her hand on Anna's forehead, as if she were sick with fever.
"She's ice cold." The woman said. The couple shared a glance, worried and afraid.
"I know where we need to go." The girl's father announced. They fled, leaving only a weeping child in her icy lair.
The young girl threw her head against the ground. Icy crystal clear spikes shot up around her head. The room turned dark and frosty. A teardrop slowly rolled down Elsa's cheek and froze when it hit the cold, hard ground.
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Elsa opened her eyes. She didn't want to stay in the horror fill room and longer. She slid out of the room, ran down the dark hallways, and fled out of the castle. It was colder than she had anticipated, but the cold never bothered her, anyways.
She ran for the mountains, not knowing nor caring what may befall of her on her perilous journey up the great, icy stone. She fled through the dark woods, reacting to any noise anything could possibly make. She leapt across a black pond, freezing the water with her icy cold touch. She slipped in the middle of pond, and let herself fall, too exhausted to keep going.
She lay there for minutes, even hours, drowning in the deep silence of her despair. A loud cracking noise broke the melancholy silence, leaving Elsa paralyzed with fear. She sat up, observing her surroundings.
Tall, dark trees rose up from the frosted shores. The black pond was large and oval shaped. It was surrounded by forest and large shrubs.
Elsa followed the sound. She located a small patch of the pond breaking away. A shadow arose from the icy depths. It was dark, but she could nearly still make out the image of an elder boy with pale white hair. He wore a dark blue sweater with a hood and strings. Brown pants that cut off at the knee in a jagged pattern covered his long legs.
He had a tall branch in his hand, covered with frost. He flipped it out and about, as though he were testing its durability. He heard a small squeal from the center of the pond and jerked his sleek head toward the sound.
He noticed a small girl in the center of the pond, draped in a blue nightgown, staring at him with icy blue eyes. He started skating towards her. The small girl huddled into a tighter ball.
"Who are you?" She asked him in quaint, scared, voice.
He skated slower, noticing she was afraid.
"It's alright, I won't hurt you." He held out his hand. "I'm Jack." He grinned. "Jack Frost."