Do you want to have a snowball fight?

The night had long held the sky, and now it was time for the sun to reclaim its home within the world. All night they had talked, Jack and Elsa. She was albeit a tad apprehensive to share everything with him, but after seeing him display his power over wind as he rode the currents hours ago, she had felt, just not alone. He could have been cursed with a gift too...

"So you're telling me you did that to Arendelle?" Jack asked.

Elsa nodded, her eyes cast downward.

"Well can't you stop it?"

"I can't. I don't how..."

Jack phased off for a moment, staring at the girl before him.

"Maybe I can help."

"How could you help?" She asked.

Jack slowly pulled up his hand, curling his icy tips into a fist. He clinched the knuckles together, before opening and releasing a small display of snow spiraling towards Elsa. It curled around her form, lightly tugging at her hair and pillowing up into the air before dispersing into a showering rain of fractals.

Elsa held her breath as the snow slowly twinkled down, her ice blue eyes widening in shock.

"Y-you're...like me?" Her voice was soft in a whisper, she lightly reached out to touch a floating sparkle of snow, and it reacted to her touch. Glowing brighter and making the fractal shimmer.

"Like I said. I'm the spirit of winter." Jack said. "I can help you, learn that is."

"But wait; can't you just stop the storm?"

"Afraid I can't. You're magic interferes with mine and they cancel each other out..."

Elsa seemed defeated for a moment, her eyes downwards and distraught.

"Jack?" She asked.

"Yes?"

"If you really are the spirit of winter...does that mean you're..."

"Dead? Yes. 317 years to be exact."

"How is that even possible?" She asked.

"Ask MiM. He's the one who runs the whole thing."

"MiM?"

"Man in Moon. Here, come with me."

Slightly grabbing her wrist he gently pulled her from their seats, ushering her outside into the balcony. He pointed upwards to the moon, now barley falling pass the horizon.

"The Man in the moon. He's the one who made me well...me!"

"Man in moon...do you think he knows anything about my powers?"

Jack shrugged. "He might. But North might know."

"North?"

"Santa Claus. You know big man, fat belly, long beard, red suit and funny little elves running around?" Jack said while he mimicked the elves prancing with his hands.

"I stopped believing in Santa the year I hurt Anna..."

"Well, he's real, same with the tooth fairy, the sandman , and the Easter bunny."

"They are all real...? Even the Easter Bunny?"

"Oh yeah, he's real alright. Really rumpy, real annoying, and real full of himself."

Elsa giggled slightly, bringing up her hand to her crimson lips. She hadn't laughed like that in a while, years in fact.

It was...nice.

"Hey...do you...wanna have a snowball fight?" Jack asked.

Elsa's face scrunched up in confusion, what on earth?

"I'm sorry wha-"

Her sentence ran short as a snowball flew directly in the center of her face, blue sparkles of dust flying amongst the debris. Her eyes were wide as plates, the mountainous disks of iris forming blank sheets of blue.

"Catch me if you can!" The childish 300 year old belted as he took off down the stairs and out into the snow.

Elsa stood there, unmoving before with lack of better words, not thinking, she ran after him. She wasn't thinking about all the troubles at the moment. She wasn't scared of her powers, she wasn't thinking of Anna or Arendelle. No, she let all that go for a brief moment because, due to a certain Winter Spirit, she was truly free, even if it was for a moment.

Sorry this is so short! But if it's consolation, I wrote chapter 3 as well and it's A LOT longer. Thinking about uploading that later tonight, what do you think? :D Anyways, I'M FINALLY ON WINTER BREAK BITCHES! Hahaha. I'm so ready to sleep these next two weeks. Well anyway, hope you guys are doing well!

As always,

R&R