A/N: I own nothing. KC Pendragon, I completely get why people ship Jelsa, but you're right. Anna and Jack fit. However, I'm keeping this fic three-shot like planned originally. (That doesn't mean I won't start a longer Jana story!) Thanks for your review!

Snowmen.

Part two.

"Magic doesn't exist," Elsa stated. They were once again sitting in the eating hall and although Anna refused to believe her words, it strung in her heart. She grinned, but her smile wavered.

"Of course it does!" she exclaimed back. "There's magic everywhere! In everything! Even in Jack!"

"Jack Frost is imaginary," the blond replied coldly, cutting elegantly the food on her plate. Anna's face flushed.

"Jack is real!" she cried hotheadedly. "And so is love! There is magic in love!" Their parents exchanged worried glances, as Anna jumped up. Without a word, she began to run as soon as the dining hall's doors closed. She passed the servants, hurriedly tip-toeing up the stairs. Up to the highest tower of the castle.

"Jack!" she called out of the window.

"What's got your knickers in a twist, Anna?" a voice asked cheerfully behind her. Anna smiled from ear to ear. Jack was already there.

"Jack!" she was elated. "Will you show it to me today?" She grabbed his hands and twirled around the room, him flying in the air. He was smirking.

"Show you what?" he pretended like he didn't know what she was talking about.

"You know what!" Anna whined. "Your magic!" Jack landed on the old cot at the other side of the room and played with his staff.

"I have absolutely no idea, what you're talking about, Anna," he looked at the wall of stones, but a smile was evident on his face. When Anna reached him, grabbing him by his shirt in a pleading way, snow fell over them. The girl giggled.

"Jack!" she laughed happily. "Show me the flowers! Please!" Her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold, for she was wearing her dress only. Jack obeyed her wish, frosting the wall behind himself. Anna crawled closer to peek over his shoulders.

"Whoa!" she gasped. "They're still as beautiful as ever! I wish I could keep them."

"You can always try bottling them up," Jack teased her. Anna turned to look at him with wide eyes.

"Is that even possible?" she asked curiously. The boy burst to laughter.

"Sorry, no," he chuckled and Anna smiled along. "So, sweet cheeks," he patted her face, "when are we going to build another snowman?"

"Mama and papa are going on a trip soon," she confessed, biting her lip. "I'm a little scared of being home with only Elsa. It's so lonely! I wish she'd come out of her room more." Despite their small argument, Anna still wished her sister would talk to her more often than just during the meals.

Jack listened to her and kept his sarcastic comments to himself. During the years he had known Anna, she had grown into a beautiful young lady. But she was still shorter than him and it gave him a wonderful advantage.

"Jack!" Anna cried when a snowball hit her, but laughed, when he saw his mischievous smirk.

"How about we show Elsa some magic, Anna?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or are you too much of a chicken?" Anna hit him gently on his head.

"Last one to Elsa's room is a loser!" She yelled, spurting off. Jack laughed and chose another route. After all, he would definitely not lose to a girl.

"Open up!" Anna said, her voice full of fake authority. She knocked loudly on her sister's door. When Elsa opened, she looked at Anna with wide eyes. She was frozen on the spot for a second, before running past her, tears in her eyes.

"Elsa?" Anna asked carefully, but the white-haired lady had already gone. She then noticed Jack there, looking as shocked as the girl in front of him.

"I swear, all I did was frost the gloves she was wearing!" he said, waving his hands in attempt to convince Anna, who looked at him accusingly. "Nothing more!"

"I don't believe you," she whispered, knowing him enough to not be so surprised of his mischievousness. "I can't believe you."

Jack looked taken aback. "Anna, I swear!" he exclaimed, but the girl shook her head and turned. With a few deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down. When she'd done that, she turned around once again, but Jack wasn't there anymore.

"Jack?" she called, but there was no answer. Anna sighed and exited Elsa's room. She walked through the empty halls, passing the room her father and sister were chatting. She could hear Elsa's panicked cries, but could not understand them. She wished she would and for a moment, she was tempted to pull open the door and join them. However, she didn't dare, not with Jack to support her from the shadows.

By the dinner time, Anna had made up her mind to apologize to Elsa on Jack's behalf and continue looking for the boy after eating. She entered the eating hall in her formal wear, surprising her parents. Elsa wasn't there yet. Anna curtsied, which was also something unusual, but it was only when she stood from her chair at Elsa's arrival that her father posed a question.

"Anna, what's wrong?" The girl ignored it and said loudly, so everyone could hear: "Elsa, I would like to formally apologize on Jack's behalf. What he did was unforgivable." Elsa sat down, ignoring her sister. "Will you please accept the apology?"

"I don't need an apology," Elsa said coldly. "How many times do I have to tell you? Jack Frost isn't real."

"But Jack is real!" Anna retorted back. Drops of juice spilled on the tablecloth. She bit her lip, knowing one of her parents was bound to notice that.

"Elsa's right, Anna," her mother gently said. "Jack Frost belongs to a story." Anna was surprised. It was the first time her mother joined in on the debate over Jack. "I know you feel the need to have a playing buddy, because Elsa is concentrating on her duties to become a queen in the future, but this is going out of hand."

"Mom!" she cried, not believing she was taking Elsa's side. The woman smiled at her kindly and Anna believed her. Mother knows best, doesn't she? Anna nodded, her face falling. Why would either of them lie to her anyway?

She finished her dinner without ever mentioning Jack again. Her heart was aching for her friend, who had told her that only those who believe in him can see him. That did sound like having an imaginary friend.

Anna returned to her room with sadness eating away at her heart. She gave one last look through the window at the snowmen and without bothering to change out of her fancy dress, she fell on her bed. The fall nearly broke her heart.

"Anna?" Jack questioned, jumping nervously around the mentioned girl and her bed. "Anna!" The girl didn't react to his callings, so he reached out his hand to tickle her like he had done so often. His hand went straight through her.

"Anna!" he cried, but she could not hear him anymore. He jumped on the bed next her, tried touching her hair, her shoulders, her hand. He tried pinching her cheeks, but although they reddened, Anna showed no sign of noticing him. He was invisible to her once more.

Jack sighed. He had always been afraid of the day. That Anna would one day to decide to grow up and unknowingly forget him. He calmly took a seat next to her and kissed her on the forehead, as she fell asleep. Tucking her in, he made a promise to himself. Even if Anna didn't believe in him, he would still believe in her.

End of Part Two