Chapter Two

Elsa ran her hands around the icy walls of her palace. She still couldn't believe it. All this time, she was holding back a power that was capable of creating something like this. She walked up to her ice window, which was identical to the one in her room…well, her old room. The only difference was that now Elsa didn't have to worry about turning the window into ice because, well, it was made of ice.

The view from her window was marvelous; tall, snowy mountains covered the scene for miles. Anna would love this, Elsa thought.

At the thought of her sister, the events of yesterday night came rushing back to her. The coronation. The ball. That creepy guy Anna wanted to marry. The revelation of her powers to the entire city. Her hands clenched into fists.

The Snow Queen shook her head. You promised you'd let it go, remember? Yes, she remembered. What happened yesterday is all in the past now. And isn't it a Queen's job to protect her people at all costs? As long as Elsa stayed away from Arendelle, she was free, and more importantly, Anna and the townsfolk would be safe. Sure, they'd be a little worried without the Queen, but they were safe. That's all that mattered.

She gazed out the window.

Dude. This is impossible.

Jack flew around, weaving in and out of the valley of snowy mountains, in search of the girl, Elsa, the girl like him. Pitch said she was alone in the mountains. But there was one problem.

"WHICH ONE?!" Jack shouted into nothingness. What was he expected to do? Check every cave in every mountain, searching for a little girl? That would take months. And Elsa didn't have months, not if she was alone in this winter weather. Unless, you know, she wasn't affected by the cold either…

Jack just couldn't help himself. Every time he thought of meeting her, it gave him an unexplainable thrill. Will she like me? What kind of person is she? We'll have so much fun! I'll teach her how to master her powers, and she'll be so happy she'd play with her sister again and…sometimes he'd have to remind himself that she probably wouldn't be able to see him. But that didn't stop him from muttering her name under his breath, smiling. Elsa. Okay, Jack decided, he'd make her believe. He didn't know how, or when, but he would do it, if it saved her from drowning in her own fear.

Then something from down below caught Jack's eye. There were two people and a…what was that, a reindeer? One was a big blonde guy and the other was a girl with strawberry blonde hair in two braids. They were hiking up the mountain full of snow, for some insane reason.

Jack took a closer look at the girl. Was that Elsa? No, it couldn't be. Elsa was at least ten years younger than her. But where were they headed? His eyes followed the direction they were going, and then he saw it. It was the tallest mountain, and there was something on it…was that…a castle? Yes! A castle! Little Elsa was bound to be in there! It was the only logical explanation. Kids are attracted to stuff like this. Really, if you had to choose between a cold dark cave in the mountains or a castle, would you really think about it? Jack flew towards it at full speed. Only when he got up close to it did he realize it was made of ice.

His jaw dropped and his staff almost slipped out of his hand. Sweet mama…do you SEE THIS? It was the most beautiful thing anyone could ever see. The ice was clean cut, and it sparkled like it was showing off. The details on the staircase, the windows, and the gates made it even more amazing. Jack floated around the castle, running his fingers around the glass in awe.

Who could have made this? Certainly not Elsa. She's too young to be capable of something like this…but you never know…

Up above him, there was a window. It dawned on Jack that the interior might be as great, or even better, than the exterior, so he flew up to check it out. Even the window looked cool. But when he looked inside, he saw something he didn't expect.

A young woman with white blonde hair was gazing out the window, admiring the scenery. What was she doing in the castle? She's definitely not Elsa; when he pictured her he thought of a little girl, about eight years old. Jack leaned in, squinting his eyes for a closer look, when suddenly the woman whipped her head around and stared at him.

There was no doubt about it; she saw him.

Jack's heart started to pound as she stared into the woman's big blue eyes. Can she…see me? Does she see me? He shook his head, disbelieving. He looked back at her, only to see her figure scurry away from the window, into the castle.

She saw me.