Jack
I am so tired of being alone. Seconds, minutes, hours… they all dragged on like years, and before I knew it, forty years had passed. Nothing but the cold and wind for company. Passing through people, never being believed in. I give people fun! Snowball fights, snow angels… I AM fun! No one even knows my name.
Who am I? I'm Jack Frost. I know because the Moon told me so. But what is the point of a name, if no one even knows it?
I am so tired of being alone.
Elsa
When I was a child, I saw a boy outside my window. My parents had thought I was being silly, but even once Anna saw him too. He made patterns of ice on the glass, he gave me reassuring smiles when I accidentally froze my door shut. There was a time when he was the only one who made me feel safe with my power, because he had it too.
After accidentally harming Anna, he disappeared. Maybe because I knew I needed to hide it. Needed to hide him. Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it show. This was my mantra for so many years.
I saw him once more as a teenager. The day of my parent's funeral, I locked myself in my room and cried. I had never hurt that bad. I remember feeling like it was my fault. I had heard a knock on the window and saw him, creating a snowflake on the glass. I remember feeling angry. Perhaps it was he who was giving me these powers. Him, and his snowflakes.
I hated him.
A/N: Well hello there! Thank you for reading my introduction to my first story posted :)
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