A/N: Welcome (and feel hugged)! This is the second chapter of "Frozen Touch or Kissed by Jack Frost" and I must say I'm glad it is. I had some problems to think of this one.

Firstly because it is mainly written from Jack's point of view and his feelings are pretty much important ('cause he's alone with them, y'know).

Secondly because I had to find a fitting theme to write about. I had so many ideas of how to continue and until I settled for this one, I tell you, it took quite some patience with myself.

I want to thank you for your reviews, dear kind fellow writers and I am sorry that I cannot name you right now! I am on my way home for Easter, to be more specific: I am currently sitting at a train station. So there's no internet for me, I'm sorry! But be sure that I will mention you the next time.

University is taking its toll on me, so please don't hate me for mistakes or OOCness. Personally, I hate OOC-things, so please tell me when you find some (or even when finding mistakes, for I hate them as much as I hate OOCness!)

Again, don't own, don't mean to. Have fun!

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Chapter 2: Nightly events

Jack was still irritatedly nibbling his inner cheek. The little girl had been going to bed a little while ago, after exclaiming that she didn't believe in his very existence. Jack Frost, a non-existing myth? Ha! He was the living proof against it! At least... somehow living.

He had to show her that she was wrong. It was common that nobody ever believed in him, but he couldn't accept that a child with breathtaking magical abilities – the same as his – wouldn't believe in other kinds of magic. It bothered him.

So he thought about possible measures to let her see, to let her know she wasn't alone – to show her that her powers were amazing and not to be feared. But this was a difficult task. At first, he had to make her believe in him (which he didn't know how), then he had to gain her trust (which he also didn't know how) and at least he had to proof that icy powers very pretty fun (that was the easiest step).

His eyes wandered to where Elsie was sleeping. She didn't move, nor did she make any sound. 'She's probably exhausted.' he thought. She had been up in the middle of the night, crying for that matter, and oh so frightened, the stress seemed to have strained her energy. After all, she was just a kid.

Jack sighed while he gripped his staff tighter to lean against it, still observing the girl. "How do I make you believe without frightening you?" he mumbled quietly, scratching his head. He thought of refreezing her windows to write 'Jack Frost is real!' on them, but this would certainly only scare her. She had already frozen her windows, she might just think she did it again, with a little bit of extra writing this time. So a big no to the bold method.

Nevertheless, he touched the glass separating him from the warmth inside, causing round cold patterns to enclose the surface. Suddenly, the glass started moving, swinging to the inside of the room and Jack jumped in surprise. Gladly, the wind caught him (he never let him down) so that he was spared the although not deathly but still painful fall down to the roads. When he regained his focus, he found the window open as if to allow him entrance.

The wind brought him closer again, leaving Jack to curiously – and hesitatingly - peek inside. Should he just enter? To say the least, nobody would see him doing so, right? Right. There would be no consequences for him, right? Right. Taking his staff in both hands, he leaped inside the chamber and looked around. For a castle's room it was pretty simple. There was a dresser, a neatly organized desk (full of boring books without pictures, he dully noted after taking a closer look – a.k.a. opening every single book) and the bed in which Elsa lay. To be honest, he was a bit disappointed.

He slowly shook his head. He had a mission to accomplish, after all. He just... had to discover said mission first. He looked back to the blonde's sleeping form and walked over to her. She still hadn't moved or any other thing to indicate she knew what he was doing – that he was there – and a little taken aback he noticed something else. With every step he drew closer, the air didn't get colder as he expected, but warmer instead. With two thoughtful furrowed brows he lightly bent over her to get a better look at her. "You're a very interesting girl, Elsie." he murmured while thoroughly studying her face.

She didn't look like other sleeping children. She didn't seem one bit relaxed, just asleep. Jack never knew that there was a difference between relaxed and asleep until he saw Elsa. Her facial muscles sure weren't working in the moment, but still... her sleep looked somehow forced. It was curious.

A strand of her from her bangs was sticking to her face in an unnatural manner, a clear indicator of sleep. Jack quietly chuckled when he imagined her with the rest of her hair sticking out in every possible direction. He knew his was doing it too, but that made him even more charming he always concluded. 'That's just the way things are.'

Reflexively and still grinning, he reached out to stroke away the thing that could disturb her slumber once more but just as he was about to touch her, he stopped himself. The grin slowly left his face. No, he didn't dare. Every person he had tried to touch had been running through him quite literally, what if it was just the same with this girl? What if he would just reach through her face? No, he couldn't, wouldn't have it! He could live with the fact that he was invisible at the moment, but he refused to be nothing but thin air – especially for Elsie. She was the first person in years whom he wanted so see him, to talk to him – whom he felt connected with. He wouldn't ruin this feeling with this simple gesture, even though it might have seemed childish.

So he let his hand sink again and gripped his staff tight to remind him what he just had brought himself not to do. Jack instead leaned in and softly blew against her hair, making his breath carry the bangs back to where they belonged. Maybe though he had underestimated the cold of his, because when it hit the girl's skin she wrinkled her nose. Jack had to stifle a laugh. Bunny had done the same thing some years ago when Jack had hit him with a thick snowball.

"Quite the rabbit, aren't we?" he teased before standing back up and sighing. Elsa needed to sleep. Other than the nose-action, she still hadn't moved at all, so it would probably be best to let her be – at least for the time being. He wouldn't promise for tomorrow night, though. Or tomorrow in general.

"Sleep well, Elsie." he said, smiling softly, before he turned around and started for the window. He would try to get some information about the powerful girl throughout the next day. Maybe he could use this information to decide which method he should use to make her believe in him.

Jack glanced over his shoulder back to her while he was closing the window behind him, still smiling. For now, he had a purpose in his formerly lonely life and this purpose seemed to be a very interesting one. When the window was shut, he got caught by the wind and was taken out into the night. Until the sun rose, he assumed, he could still freeze everything over.

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Elsa's sister was absolutely adorable. Her name was Anna, she was the younger one, had red hair worn in two braided pigtails and was downright jolly. She was a little sunshine, always smiling and laughing and trying her hardest to have fun. Trying to.

Jack had watched her for a few hours (he had sneaked into the castle through an open window) and knew now that Anna, too, was a loner. There weren't other children to keep her company, the only other people to enter the castle in fact were a few servants. And Elsa – Elsa never left her room. Anna had complained about this while talking to her parents and Jack soon saw that this was true.

Food was delivered to her front door and after some minutes, the blonde girl would open it and quickly get a hold of the tray on which the food was organized. And as suddenly as the door opened, it closed again. This was the most you would get. The winter spirit was surprised to see that when Anna knocked on her sister's door to ask her out to play, Elsa wouldn't even answer.

When the red haired girl left – a disappointed and sad look on her face (Jack would later make it snow a little in order to lighten her mood again) – he stepped in front of the door and examined it. He felt like opening it but he didn't dare. After all, Elsa would probably think that he's invading her personal space (what he would be doing then) and he still didn't want to scare her away.

So he just touched the wood. His eyes widened when he felt the warmth he had experienced the night before again. He didn't know what he expected the door to feel like, but it certainly wasn't warmth. 'She's sitting right in front of it!' He couldn't explain it in a different way. Jack had thought about the way the air had risen in temperature around him last night when he got close to Elsie, a thing which never happened in his presence. He was the ice and the snow, to say the least.

To proof his assumption, he slid his hand down the wood, past the handle, when he felt the wood warm up even more. There, she was sitting to his feet behind this door. He knelt down, fixing his gaze on where his hand laid. Where Elsa's head began. Sighing, he closed his eyes and hoped to let the girl somehow feel the comfort he was offering. She was so sad.

Maybe she didn't want to be in there at all. Maybe she wanted to go out and play with her sister but she didn't, fearing her powers would overthrow her somehow. Maybe... Elsie was hiding. Hiding from her parents, from her sister – from herself.

"If you'd see me, I could help you control your powers." he said, totally aware of how stupid this was. Yes, if she would see him... but she didn't. 'Not yet.' he told himself, vigorously shaking his head to ban the blooming doubts from his head. He would not give up on this. He never gave up, he was Jack Frost.

So he stood up again and opened a window across the hall (after checking if there was anyone to be suspicious of course) to step outside the castle. The sun was slowly sinking back into the horizon, painting the kingdom in beautiful colors like red and orange and violet. Even the snow was glittering brightly in the dying day and Jack used the wind to get to the castle's roof. The fall of the sun and the rise of the moon never failed to amaze him, so he took his time to see the sun off and to greet the moon when he came into view.

"Manny, so it's you again." Jack grinned when he shouldered his staff and walked from left to right and back. The moon slowly shoved a cloud away in response and the winter spirit couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, I'm still here. And I bet you know exactly why, don't you?" Another cloud now tried to shield the moon away, causing Jack to laugh. He knew what this meant: I do not know what you are talking about.

The young man flashed him a quick, knowing smile, before turning his attention back to the kingdom (he had heard a few servants call it Arendelle, so he would stick with this name). The people of Arendelle were preparing for bed, thus blowing out the candles, causing the streets to get darker by the minute. So was the castle.

Jack deeply inhaled and started for the edge of the roof on the other side. Somewhere there was Elsa's window and maybe he would be able to get inside her room once again. It was worth a try, after all. When he glanced down the walls he recognized the windowsill which held him the night prior – it was the one beneath the only still lit window.

"Help me do this, would you?" he mumbled, shortly peeking up to the big shining orb in the nighty sky. Then, with determinedly furrowed brows he jumped; the only indicator of his save arrival a quiet thud. His staff helped him gain balance when he turned his gaze towards the room the window belonged to.

He saw the princess sitting on her bed – well, he saw her back. She faced the door, her nose buried in a thick book. Jack couldn't make out which book she was reading, but it seemed to be interesting, for Elsa was totally absorbed in it. She had unconsciously covered her blanket in a thin layer of ice, nothing more. It seemed quite harmless. In regard of the previous night, she almost seemed to be at ease.

The winter spirit couldn't help but smile. It was good that she didn't worry at the moment (it would make things easier for him, too), maybe there was a way to show her that her powers weren't as disastrous as she thought.

"So, no mid-nightly screaming tonight?" he asked, leaning onto his staff to be a little more comfortable. A windowsill wasn't exactly a pillow, you know.

Then it happened. Elsa jumped slightly and turned around, directly looking into his face. 'Nothing new.' Jack thought, until the girl's eyes widened. He curiously raised his eyebrows and shot a glance over his shoulder, only to see nothing.

When he turned around again, Elsa's finger was accusingly pointing towards him. Before he could turn around again to see what the heck she was seeing, her voice – dull but nearly painfully clear – reached his ears.

"Who are you?"

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