Elsa's POV


I sigh as I slip out the stable doors, leaning back against them as I push them closed and grasp the front of my shawl in my right hand. That was close. Way too close. I know I must have left some evidence of my sorcery behind, I just have to hope that the stable boy- That Jack doesn't try and make some sort of connection.

I hear him mumbling as he picks the broken lantern from the ground, and I frown as I run back towards the house, my slippers becoming slick with from the puddles of rain that have gathered in the short amount of time I had been in with the horses.

Most of these puddles freeze as soon as they come in contact with me, and I find my frustration at this causing tears to pool in my eyes as I collapse onto my bed minutes later, my chest heaving with the effort of running. I hate that Jack is now once again alone in the stables, and that he probably hates me and think that I am some sort of witch, and I hate that evidence of my actual witch-y tendencies are lying all over the courtyard.

I blink the tears away as I crawl into bed, still clad in my soaking wardrobe. I just have to pray that by morning, everything melts.


Jack's POV


I watch Elsa's slender figure as she disappears outside, shutting the door tightly behind her. I hear a sigh then, almost of relief, followed by her dainty steps as she careens away. I frown, using my hand to shove the broken lantern into an empty feed bag. That's the first time I have met the future Queen, and I find myself wishing she had stuck around a little longer.

But hell, I find myself wishing that about almost anyone these days. Not many people want to bother with snarky, white-haired Jack who never seems to have a moment of spare time to talk to them.

I honestly thought I would be a little less... Invisble as a human. But it turns out you're always invisible. Unless, of course, you're royalty.

To be fair, I did bring this newfound and quite hated humanity upon myself. I was a stupid, self-centered little boy who felt that people needed to appreciate him in order for him to have a bit of worth in life. So, when given the opprotunity to make that happen, I jumped on it.

Meaning I, Jack Frost, allied with the Boogie Man. I don't know what possessed me to work with Pitch, but I suppose it was my burning need to feel... Something. Anything.

So together he and I started taking over the States, but the Guardians fought back. The fought long and hard, and one day Pitch retreated, leaving me standing alone in the middle of a street, face to face with some seriously irritated Guardians.

Of course they stripped my of my title right then and there, told me I would never be one of them, stripped away my immortality and tossed me to reality. The only thing they couldn't take from me were my powers, although I think they left me keep them just to make things even more torturous. I had these magnificent gifts, but if I used them I was almost certainly garunteed a beheading.

I hear a startled gasp erupt from my own mouth as I slide on a patch of ice, dropping the feed bag I had been carrying as I try to regain my balance. "What the...?" I mutter as I looked to the reason I slipped, noting a large patch of ice that has spread over the ground.

I look around a few times, as if waiting for someone to pop out laughing, then pick the trash back up and toss it outside. I sigh again and shove my hands in my pockets as I kick at a puddle, raising a brow as a chunk of ice slides away from my toe.

This weather is freaking weird.

If I were still Jack Frost, I would send Arendelle back into a bit of winter. They've had it far too easy this year- I suppose those Guardians just can't keep up without me. I don't blame them for what they've done, however I do fully intend on getting back into their rankings, somehow, someway.

Of course that means escaping the family I have been cursed with, finding a cause worth saving, saving it and proving to them that I'm just a stupid kid who occasionally makes awful choices.

And on top of all that I have to manage to keep my job and occasionally eat a bread crumb or two to keep from starvation. And I'd also like to maybe talk to a person every once in awhile.

I groan, kicking a stall door and muttering an apology as it's resident horse snorts at me. I continue muttering to myself about my plans, the ice and Elsa as I fall back into the hay, where I attempt to get at least a few more hours of sleep.


Author's Note- Sorry for all of the grammar/spelling mistakes, my spell check isn't working and I seriously don't have the time to go through and fix everything manually... College has been crazy. Mostly boys. Boys are stupid, or at least the boys I have dealt with are stupid. If you are a boy, I have nothing against you. If you are a girl who likes boys, you should be a lesbian from this point forward. If you are a boy who likes boys, well God bless your soul because you are one amazing individual. And now that my rant is over, I thank you very kindly for reading! This part is pretty lackluster I know, I just wanted to get some things clarified, things will pick up soon I swear! Again, sorry for the various mistakes. And also sorry that it took this long for me to write another chapter, hopefully I can update more frequently! Reviews are cherished, follows and favorites are loved! Carry on my wayward readers!