DARK. That's all I remember. Just pure darkness and more darkness. It was cold, so cold. And the moon, was so Big. Incredibly big and bright, but it was comforting. My name, is Jack Frost. The man on the moon told me so. Other than that, I don't know anything about myself. The man on the moon hasn't told me WHO I am. He doesn't talk much. But he is the one that created me.
Jack awoke from underneath the thin layer of ice that covered him and the deep murky pond he lay in. He felt his body rise from underneath the sheet of ice and was suspended only for but a moment in mid-air. Gently the wind or some great force he couldn't comprehend set him down. He was a white haired young man that was clad in a frost tipped brown cape with a worn black vest over a light grey woolen shirt. His trousers were also frost tipped, and ending three quarters of the way down his calves. He walked around barefoot.
Instinctively he reached out for a hooked and knurled branch that lay beside him. As his hands grasped this rod it starts to pulse and glow blue, with small hints of frost curling around its length. Curious, he stood up and tapped the end of this peculiar branch on the surface of the pond. To his astonishment he starts to see frost patterns swirling and spreading outward from the branch's point of contact. He ran laughing as he circled the pond with his staff dragging behind him. He then starts to tap on a couple trees with the staff and his bare hands; frost curled over both. He continues to run laps around the pond, when he felt himself being launched in the air. "I-I'm flying," he stammered before crash landing in some nearby trees. Righting himself he jumps down and bounds for the town he was able to see from his treetop perch.
He walks by a small band of burly and heavily cloaked men, tired from the day's work of ice harvesting. Jack sped up his pace a bit and waves at one of the men, who paid no attention to him. "Ok ..." Jack mutters. This time he tries to make some sort of eye contact with another one. He gets the same result. Jack then asks casually "Hey guys, can you tell me exactly where I am?" Before he could continue, one of the ice harvesters walks straight through him. Shocked, Jack starts back, and is at a loss for words.
Conceal it. Don't feel it. Try to control it.
Elsa muttered this to herself as she paced her room. She held both her gloved hands to her chest and tries desperately to calm herself. She had another nightmare, again. In turn she would wake up in a panic, and freeze her room with snow and shards of ice everywhere. Her parents were at their wits end. They couldn't figure out what could possibly be distressing 15 year old Elsa. To their dismay she never told them her nightmares in detail. Elsa feared that even touching upon the subject would cause more distress. She questioned herself, "what is there to be afraid of, it was just a dream... the same terrifying one like many nights before." she trailed off. There were two scenarios that would play out. The first consisted of her losing control of her powers on her coronation day. In turn she would be chased down by the guards and townspeople brandishing weapons. Every time she would be cornered and just about to get a fatal blow until she wakes up barely able to breathe and in a frozen room. The second was more haunting, rather it was terrible distortions of her one specific memory. It starts off where she is having a snowball fight with a familiar young man and his younger sister. She slyly throws a snowball his way; to her horror it turns into a rapidly forming chard of ice being followed by another uncontrolled blast. The young man is hit straight in the chest; being shot rapidly backwards into a wooden beam inside what looks like to be the royal stable. Powerless, she watches his unconscious form become rapidly engulfed in ice. This was the more terrifying of the two. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting, maybe even killing someone with her curse. Again.
While she drifted off into a tired and fitful sleep, a dark shadowy figure watches her with a grin.