Chapter 2: The Queen and the Spirit

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was a young boy who looked not much older than me who was, not standing, but floating in midair. I blinked a few times as if I was overtired and had to wait for my vision to refocus, but he was still floating there when I opened my eyes! Finally I came to my senses and my defensive reflexes kicked in as I willed myself to speak.

"Who are you? And how did you get in my chambers?" I firmly questioned.

I watched cautiously as the boy gracefully landed on the ground and walked towards me, stepping into the sunlight streaming in from my now slightly opened window. As he took long strides towards me without saying a word, I took in his appearance. He was wearing an odd dark blue cloak of some kind with designs along the collar that appeared to be...frost? His long, lanky legs were dressed in brown trousers that hugged against his skin and stopped mid-calf with strings wrapping around his calves. He carried what seems to be a contorted shephard's staff, which was straight until it formed a crooked curve at the top. The staff looked like it was covered in frost as well, as there were swirling designs of crystalized white infusing with the dark wood.

It wasn't until that moment that I looked up directly at his face. I gasped inwardly. He was...gorgeous. Wait, what did I just say?! He had a strong jawline and boyish looking features, including ears slightly resembling that of an elf. His complexion was fair, but even more so than my own pale face, his skin seemed almost pure white in the sunlight. Then my gaze locked onto his eyes. Oh...those eyes. They were the most beautiful color of blue I had ever seen in my life, they were most a silvery type of blue that stood out against his pale face.

As I was looking him over he cleared his throat and spoke up, "My name is Jack, Jack Frost." He said with a sideways smirk.

That smirk...oh my. I briefly caught a glimpse of his perfectly white teeth, just about as white as freshly fallen snow. I couldn't help but instantly feel intrigued by this young man who now stood in front of me in my own bedroom. Then I wondered back to how he was floating and, more importantly, how he had found me and found his way into my bedroom!

I remember back to the stories my mother would read to Anna and I when we were children, the Guardians of Childhood. I remember that they were a group of magical beings that restored the wonder, hope, and dreams of children everywhere. Although if I did remember correctly, Jack Frost was not one of those Guardians. So then how did I remember that name?

Finally, it came to me. Of course! I thought, how could i forget my favorite story? The story of Jack Frost was the tale I begged my mother to read to me every night. It absolutely fascinated me to think that someone else in the world had those same special powers as me. That maybe I wasn't alone.

I broke myself from my memories and felt my cautious self return as I composed myself and remained my usual emotionless expression.

"Jack Frost?" I questioned, "As in the Spirit of Winter, Jack Frost?"

"The one and only, at your service, ma'am." He bowed dramatically, before returning to grin at me again. I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.

"But the Tale of Jack Frost is just a myth...?" I said skeptically, furrowing my brows together.

He feigned hurt and said, "Ouch! I am very real you know! See, I'll show ya!"

I watched as he tapped my window with his staff and frost rapidly spread across it, leaping and bounding across the glass as though it had just been set free. He then turned to me before creating a snowball out of thin air and tossing it into the air. I watched as it burst into a million tiny snowflakes that scattered around my room. I felt my eyes go wide for a moment before I returned them to their normal unattached state. I held out my hand and a delicate snowflake landed on my index finger. For any normal person, the snowflake would have melted just by the heat from direct contact of skin, but I wasn't normal. It stayed intact and danced along my fingertips, as I willed it to using the unusual temperature of my hands to my advantage. I then realized what I was doing, or more importantly, who I was doing it I'm front of, and immediately stopped playing with the snowflake. I hoped he didn't see that. I looked up to see that he was too busy playing with his own little group of snowflakes to notice, and mentally sighed of relief.

"So you really are Jack Frost?" I asked, more to myself than him.

"Yeah that's me, creating snow and spreading fun."

I just nodded slowly before replying sharply, "Yes, well how did you get in here, Jack Frost?"

He chuckled and said, "You must like saying my name." He winked at me, and I had to control my wavering knees beneath me.

"And, well let's just say, the window was open." He nervously ran a hand through his silvery white hair.

I shot him a glare, despite how cute he looked when he ruffled his own hair, and icily replied, "How dare you break into my castle and invade my personal privacy! I'll have you know that I-"

He cut me off, "Your castle?!" He asked flabbergasted.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, "Yes my castle!" I hissed, mocking him, "Do you know who I am?!"

"Well..." He began, as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "no I dont...I didn't even catch your name..." He trailed off.

My expression softened a bit, as I felt a tinge of...guilt? No less, I put on my queenly gaze and reassumed my regal posture before announcing,

"I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

His jaw dropped, "Well then my apologies, your Majesty." He looked entirely flustered and it was cute. Wait, what?!

"What brings you here, Mr. Frost?" I asked, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Well, you see since I am the Spirit of Winter, it is my job to bring winter to many places around the world." He explained.

"Yes but it is the middle of summer right now in Arendelle..." I interjected, still confused.

He laughed, "Yes, I'm aware of that! Please, the last time I 'accidentally' caused an untimely winter...well let's just say it was trouble!"

Yeah, tell me about it, I thought.

"Anyways," he continued, "I was flying around, trying to catch some fresh air and see some sights, when something caught my eye. It was up in the north mountain, and I couldn't quite tell what it was, so I flew closer to see it. And get this, it was a castle made entirely of...ice!" He said excitedly.

I immediately tensed up at the mention of my ice palace, for multiple reasons. The reason I built that palace was due to my horrific actions and inability to control my powers for the sake of my kingdom and my sister. The memory of the hurt and terrified look on Anna's face as I fled Arendelle still etched in my mind, clear as day. But the other reason being that this stranger, this Jack Frost, had no idea that the palace was entirely my doing. It was my creation. But he didn't know that, and more ironically, that's exactly where I was headed, so it was imperative that he didn't know it was mine. That also brought me back to the fact that I needed to leave, and that the whole purpose of this little endeavour was for me to relax and unwind. Not to be stressed out about strange spirits popping in through my window, all the while unknowingly playing with my emotions.

He must have noticed how I tensed up and became enthralled within my own thoughts, as he broke my concentration with his low, rumbling voice,

"Do you know anything about that? Or anyone that could've made it?" He asked innocently.

"No." I replied shortly, "I know nothing of this palace or its whereabouts, and I especially know nothing regarding it's creator."

I took a deep breath, "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way. I have very important matters to attend to."

And with that I turned and fled out the door of my bedroom, leaving a very confused Jack Frost standing there. It wasn't long, however, until I heard footsteps running down the hallway behind me.

"Queen Elsa! Wait!" I heard a voice yell.

I turned around to face the voice's owner.

"Jack, I already told you I have to go take care of some things. Why are you following me?" I replied.

"Wait, okay? Just...hear me out! We just met and you're already running away from me?!" He said with a smirk.

"Jack," I said more sternly, "I have to go. Goodbye." I turned around to keep walking, but I heard the footsteps again.

I whirled around and yelled, "And do not follow me!"

I turned back around one last time to keep on walking, only to notice that there was a layer of frost slowly creeping up the walls of the hallway.

Great.

I started walking faster and faster, until I was running down the rest of the hall, and through the main corridor near the back of the castle. I took one last look at the path I had just taken, and was horrified to see the amount of ice crawling along, following me. I had to leave now. Right now. For some reason my powers were out of control at the moment, and I had to leave before hurting anyone. Especially Anna.

I burst through the doors, ran through the garden, and towards the forests that surrounded Arendelle.

A/N: So today's chapter is a little shorter than yesterday, but I wanted to focus on the first interactions between Jack and Elsa.

So Elsa in this chapter was a little more of her defensive and distant self that she had been all those years, when she was 'concealing and not feeling.'

So why did she react that way? Why are her powers acting up? What do you think Jack will do?

And the next chapter will be either Jack's POV on seeing the ice palace and meeting Elsa or Anna's POV with some Kristanna as they plan to take over for a few days. I could also combine them...hmmm not sure yet!

R&R please! Comments, concerns, criticism, and suggestions are all welcome :)