Wow. It sure took me a while to upload the next chapter... let's just attribute it to my wanting to leave you in suspense rather than blame it on my laziness and lack of concentration, shall we? ^.^
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What is this story?
(hehe, get it? ^.^ "Let's go kiss Hans! Who is this Hans?")
... *crickets*
Pft, I didn't think it was funny either.
Chapter 1
Jack's pov
I don't know how long or how far the wind carried me. I didn't really pay attention.
Do the magic, do the magic!
I didn't know where the words came from, but I didn't care. I smiled and urged the wind to carry me faster as I used my staff to create a flurry of intricate snowflakes all around me. As I passed over a village, I flew closer to the ground, watching children's faces light up as the snow drifted down around them. I flew higher, the wind as my guide.
I took a deep breath. Flying was one of the best things on earth. It is... exhilarating. The wind flies by, whistling a song in your ear, as you see everything below you. You feel like you're on top of the world. The cool air fills your lungs and joy fills your head, so much so that sometimes you worry you're going to burst. You feel rejuvenated and alive.
Eventually, I came upon another village, but this one had an enormous castle settled in a bay, out on top of the water. To my surprise, The castle walls seemed to be coated in a thin layer of ice. The wind slowed down and I took that to mean this was where it wanted me. Why the wind would want me to go anywhere, I didn't know. Maybe the Man in the Moon told it to bring me here... I thought, but quickly dismissed it. The Man in the Moon and I were not on good terms. It told me I was Jack Frost over 100 years ago and hasn't spoken to me since.
I landed lightly on my feet in the middle of the market place and observed my surroundings. This was a busy market place. Hundreds of people bustled around, trying to buy this and that, trying to sell this and that. Someone behind me walked right through me and I sighed. The women shivered and wrapped her arms tight around herself.
"My sister's making it a bit cold today, don't you think?" She turned around and looked right through me.
"Kristoff? Sven?" She looked around again and began walking in my direction. She held her hands at her sides, clenched into fists. Her head was lowered. She looked comically furious. I wanted laugh. She kept walking and muttered, "How I manage to repeatedly loose a 6 foot tall man and a 1500 pound reindeer on a consistent bas-" I, standing barefoot on the cobblestone, had unknowingly coated the ground around me in ice. Her foot slipped and I watched as her eyes widened and her hands started flailing wildly. I saw this going one of two ways. One, she falls face first into the cobblestone or, two, I, being the great guy I am, form a pile of soft snow beneath her.
I swung my staff toward her, commanding a big pile of snow to form beneath her. She landed gently in the soft white mound, looking quite confused.
"Anna!" A big, burly man with blonde hair, who I assume is Kristoff, came running over.
"Anna, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, would be better if you had been there to catch me."
He chuckled. "You are such a klutz. I can't even leave you alone for 2 seconds."
I walked over and stood next to him as he was helping her up. I chuckled and said, "You've got something in your teeth," to the man, but, of course, he couldn't hear that.
Anna smiled. "You've got some carrot stuck in your teeth."
He blushed slightly and picked it out with his finger.
"So you ran off and abandoned me to get some carrots for you and Sven, huh?"
"He was giving me the face!" Kristoff said and pointed to his face as he made a pouty face. I assumed he was mimicking Svens face.
"That reindeer has got you wrapped around his finger." She held up her pinky to make a point. The man seemed unimpressed. He stood up straighter and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Sven doesn't have fingers."
"Oh, you know what I mean! Speaking of Sven, where is he? And wasn't Olaf with you?"
I found it weird that Anna had just forgotten about my snow. Disregarded it completely. Guess people forget about snow as easily as they forget about me.
"I'm back! I stopped and picked you some flowers, Anna!" To my surprise, a short snowman come shuffling over, speaking. Speaking. He even had his own personal flurry. In all my immortal years, I had never seen anything like it. It was awesome. I laughed and floated in the air on my back, hands behind my head, staff balanced on one knee. "You've got to tell me how you're doing that." I said to the snowman, but he just put his... uh... branches behind his back, looked at the ground, and kicked a rock as he said, "Some of the petals got a little damaged from my flurry, but they're still just as pretty as you!"
"Aww, thank you Olaf!" Anna took the flowers and sniffed them.
"Well that was ridiculously corny." Kristoff stated plainly.
"Kristoff!" Anna slapped his chest and frowned at him.
"What's corn?" Olaf the talking snowman stared up at them in what can only be described as wonder.
I liked these people. They were weird and different and klumsy and fun. And I had to admit, Olaf was adorable.
Ugh, I can't believe I said that. I need to go do something manly.
And just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger, a reindeer came trotting up and plowed right into Kristoff. They started rough housing.
Well, that was enough weird for me. I started walking, exploring. Every now and then I'd tap something with my staff and a coating of ice would appear on said object. It wasn't too out of the ordinary, fall was ending and winter was approaching, but still, you'd think when people saw it happen, they'd be a little freaked out. But no, the just kinda shook their head and went back to what they were doing. Not even a, "wow, that was odd."
"Strange town." I muttered as I went on my merry way. I flicked my staff to my right, creating a small pile of snow. That should get someone's attention. I thought. Looking back on it, I think I just wanted to be noticed. It didn't work out that way. Two children running by spotted the snow and began making a copy of Olaf.
"Queen Elsa is the best!" One of them exclaimed cheerfully. I think it's safe to say I was a bit confused. Even a bit angry. The children saw snow appear right out of thin air, not a cloud in sight, and they still didn't see me! They didn't even blink. In fact, they started talking about how wonderful their queen is. Their queen doesn't have anything to do with the snow I created! Out of frustration, I sent a snowball flying at each of the children, but that just encouraged them to start a snowball fight, using their copycat Olaf as a shield.
Despite my frustration, I had to smile. As I walked by, I took a deep breath and blew out ice cold snow right above their heads. Their faces lit up and they started jumping around excitedly, trying to catch the snowflakes with their tongues.
"What's there to do around this town?" I wondered aloud. Then I remembered the castle that appeared to be frozen (Don't mind me, just a bad pun passing through). I suddenly had an intense urge to go check it out. I felt the wind nudge me forward, toward the castle.
"Ok, ok! I'm going!" I chuckled. I decided against flying. This town was bustling with energy and there was so much to see. And much to hear. Eavesdropping is a lot easier when you can literally stand directly in front of the person and they don't see you. I took my time walking, wanting to hear what the townspeople had to say. About what? It didn't matter. Anything. I kept my ears open for anything interesting.
Many people talked about Queen Elsa. Some complimented her beauty, others her strength. I wanted to meet this queen, the one the wind had told me about. Maybe she would know about the eternal winter. I was beginning to think that was just a myth, because things seemed perfectly melted here, but then again, I'm supposedly a myth. I was beginning to think there was no such thing as a myth. I'd already met the Easter Bunny.
I also heard disturbing things about Queen Elsa. People said she was dangerous. People said she shouldn't have the throne. Some people even wondered if she killed her parents for the throne. Ok, I thought, now I'm extremely curious.
I found the castle easily; it stood tall and strong, reaching for the sky. The gates to the castle were open, to my surprise. Kings and Queens weren't usually that open.
We are never closing them again. The wind brought yet another strange whisper to my ear. Was it telling me something about the castle? Because of it's fleeting nature, the wind can be seriously confusing at times, never giving me the whole story, only bits and pieces, fragments, and only what it thought sounded nice.
I ventured through the castle gates. People were milling about here and there, engaged in conversation.
"Don't mind me, just passing through." I announced. I looked down, expecting to see the swirling, intricate designs of ice that formed wherever my feet touched, but was surprised to see that the ground was already covered in ice. Smooth. Flawless. I frowned.
"This town is seriously weird."
I decided to investigate. I wanted to see this Queen Elsa, find out why there was so much controversy about her role as Queen.
I flew high up and around the castle until I found an open window. I let myself in, carrying an icy breeze with me. I began wandering the empty halls. The whole place was so big I could easily get lost in it's seemingly never ending corridors.
I was beginning to think I would never find a single living soul in that castle, when someone called out behind me.
"What are you doing in my castle?"
I turned around to face whoever had said it. It was a girl. No, a woman. She was beautiful. Her eyes were icy blue and her hair was almost white. Not as white as mine, more of a platinum blonde. Her facial features were soft, and she wore purple eye shadow. She had wide hips and a thin waist. She was stunning. I even dared to call her perfect. Her dress was... exotic, to say the least. It was a beautiful blue that match her eyes, off-the-shoulder long sleeves, a slit up one leg, and a cape trailing behind her. For some reason, it reminded me of snowflakes. I squinted. There were actual snowflakes in her hair.
"I asked you a question." She sounded angry. I wondered why.
"Sir, I leave the castle gates open but if you hadn't noticed the actual doors were closed."
I couldn't stop looking at her. She was beautiful. I wished she could see me. I wish I could talk. I wanted to know why she looked so sad, even if she was trying to hide it.
"Why aren't you answering me?" She questioned furiously. Who was she so mad at?
I looked behind me to locate the intruder, but there was no one there.
"No, don't look behind you, look at me. Who are you and what are you doing in my castle?" My eyes widened. She... She couldn't possibly... Was she talking to... me?
"Can... Can you see me?"
