She felt heat on her cheeks. Her head was stirring. Her eyes creaked open to find herself in a drafty cottage. Where am I?
A blanket had been cascaded over her and she was placed next to a burning fire. Elsa had slightest idea how she got here. Or who started the fire. She looked around to find anyone in sight.
She frigidly let out, "Hello? Is anyone here?"
No answer. Her fear grew, but knew she had to stay if she ever wanted to survive.
The cottage didn't look abandoned. Dark purple drapes dressed the windows. Silver trinkets placed just about everywhere. The fireplace was centered between two large shelves scattered with books. Who lives here?
Suddenly she noticed something familiar on one of the cottage's windows. Close to the spirals she could make spread across the window. She watched in amazement and wondered what else could do this like her. As she followed the frosted spirals, she heard what sounded like footsteps behind her. She turned grimly to see what was awaiting her. No one appeared, it was just her.
Elsa began to speak, "I don't know who you are, but I'm not afraid of you."
No, she was terrified.
No one answered.
As her fear engulfed her body, she closed her eyes and shot an icy blast across the room to hit anything that could harm her.
As she opened her eyes she was shocked to see that the icy blast formed the silhouette of a man. The figure was covered in fine ice and the creases of his face were faint.
Elsa had no idea if what she was seeing was real. For once since she had harmed her sister, she let her mind go and believed the icy figure in front of her was real.
As she moved in closer the figure became clearer. Each step she took, the finer details became. This is real.
Suddenly melted ice trickled down the figure. The ice had melted, but now a man with pale skin and white hair stood in front of Elsa. He gasped for air and turned back and forth seeming just as confused as Elsa. He peered down to Elsa with a grin on his face.
"Can you see me?"
Elsa wearily responded back, "Yes."
The man busted into excitement, "She sees me! She sees me!"
She ran behind a tall chair not knowing whether she could trust this man. After he gallivanted throughout the cottage in complete excitement he noticed the young child was missing.
He looked around the room and spotted her behind the tall chair shaking in fear.
He tried to console her, "It's okay, there is nothing to be afraid of."
She wasn't convinced.
"I'm sorry I got excited, but people don't always see me. Please come out?"
Elsa moved out from behind the chair very slowly. Don't be afraid.
He smiled, "There you go." He gestured for her to come closer.
Elsa took a step closer to him. He sat down waiting for the young child to speak. Elsa sat down keeping a good distance away from him. Yet, she couldn't stop looking at his face. His eyes were a vibrant blue. He had high cheek bones and a framed chin. He was wearing a russet cape and had no shoes. Intrigued, but also intimidated, she found him interesting.
He smiled and asked, "What is your name?"
She lightly said, "Elsa…"
"What a pretty name."
"What's your name?"
"Well, I'm Jack. Jack Frost."
Jack paused for a moment, "Elsa, can I tell you something?"
"Yes."
"When I was up in the sky before I found you, I was following what looked like the ice crystals I make."
Elsa took a deep breath and asked, "What do you think it was?"
"Well, when it all started to become chaotic I looked down and saw you. Elsa, are you like me?"
Elsa wasn't sure what to say. Her father had told her to conceal her powers from the world so no one would know. Could Jack be trusted?
"Elsa, you don't have to be afraid, you can tell me."
Jack's soothing eyes made Elsa feel safe. Just tell him. He's like you. It's okay Elsa.
"I have ice powers, please, please do not tell anyone." Tears came running down her face.
"Oh Elsa, don't cry."
Jack enveloped Elsa's little body in his arms as she buried her face into his chest.
"I've been told to never let anyone know of about my powers, not even my sister."
"What's so bad about ice powers?"
"You don't understand, I've hurt people."
Jack looked into her eyes. His heart grew for the tremendous guilt this little girl held in her heart. He knew she needed to rest and carried her over to the fire. He laid her down and wrapped her in blankets. Jack touched his hand to her head.
"Goodnight Elsa."
"Goodnight Jack."
As Elsa drifted, Jack rested himself on top of the cottage's roof. He smiled to himself. The air was crisp. His heart heavy. The moon hung over him.
"I found her."