Knock Knock

"Elsa…" a rough voice said softly, "Please… I know you're in there…" it added, cracking a little with the hopelessness and sadness in that voice. Brown eyes looked up at the white and blue door, waiting for a response but there wasn't a single sound from the other side of the wooden frame. With a sigh that sounded almost more like a whimper the boy turned away, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he went down the hall. The castle was dark and quiet as the kingdom was in grieving over the loss of the king and queen. The young prince was uninterrupted as he meandered as much of the very small staff they had was still cleaning up after the funeral.

As he passed his room he picked up the wooden staff he had left leaning against the door. Feeling over the smooth wood he continued down the dim halls in silence. It was cold but it didn't really bother him as he went barefoot down the hall. They never had guests so it didn't matter much that he never dressed as a prince should. He came to the hall leading to the room that had been his parents and he paused at the family portrait hanging on the wall. Looking over it his heart ached as he looked up at the faces of his parents. Beside his father, was him, looking similar to the two of them with his dark brown hair. His older sister stood out with her pale blonde locks and icy blue eyes. The painting of the portrait was actually one of the last times he had seen his sister for longer than brief moments. He sighed, wrapping both hands around the staff as he glanced down the hall back towards his sister's room. Swallowing hard he started to walk back, knowing he had to coax Elsa from her room somehow.

Once he faced the white door again his voice caught in his throat. He could hear the smallest sound of sniffling from the other side. It gave him a bit of hope as he realized that at least she was actually in there. After a few seconds he actually reached out and knocked again.

"Elsa, I know you're upset but Arendalle needs you" he said "I need you…" he added silently but didn't say it. "You're old enough to be queen so they expect… well they expect you to step up… they're already planning the coronation…" He told her. Well, he hoped he was telling her. Currently he was just telling the door, but he quickly perked up at the sound of shuffling on the other side.

"Jack… just… go away..." a broken voice said and he stared blankly at the white wood in front of him.

"Ignores me for this long and all she has to say is go away?!" Jack thought bitterly, gripping the staff tighter as he calmed down.

"Fine, but they'll just be back to bother you about it later. Just thought I'd let you know my queen" He hissed at the door then turned sharply and walked away again, agitated and frustrated at his sister's stubbornness. Well if she didn't want his help then he was more than happy to leave her to her own issues. Clearly she didn't need his help anyways. He looked up, seeing the snow out the window and it brought a small smile to his face. Placing a hand on the glass he could feel the coldness of the ice-like surface. The snow brought back memories of Elsa and him playing as children, but he quickly banished the thoughts as it just brought back the annoyance with his sister.

Back down the hall the white door opened a little right after he had left. Elsa looked out, disappointed to see he wasn't standing there anymore but he didn't really blame him. Becoming queen terrified her and now that Jack had come to tell her, to try and help her, it was becoming a reality. She didn't know what to do but that wasn't his fault… none of this was ever his fault…

"Jack…"

Notes: This takes place after their parents deaths, but both of them are older than in Frozen. Elsa is about 18 and Jack is around 17. If you didn't notice it or haven't seen it, this fic is based off the Jack & Elsa - Frost Killing Hour: A Family Tragedy youtube video: watch?v=1mQSPYDc2aY By based off I mean based off! Jack is Elsa's brother but it won't really follow the rest of the video =)