She moved closer to the figure, taking caution in each step as she felt her hands go numb. Oh no, I better not show it. Conceal, don't feel. Elsa took a deep breath as she approached the figure.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as confidently as she could, puckering up her lips.
"I-I'm Jack, Jack Frost, and you are?" He replied. Elsa took the time to notice his blue eyes and white hair, similar to her own.
"Oh, I-I am Qu-Queen Elsa of Arendelle." She stammered. Why am I stammering? Who is this boy anyway? She felt her hands turn icy and feared what was going to happen next. Suddenly, the fountain nearest to them froze and she closed her eyes in fear. To her surprise, Jack didn't even flinch the slightest. She opened her eyes a little bit.
"So…you have ice powers too?"
"Er…yes, I've had them ever since I was born." Elsa couldn't believe how easily it was to talk to him, he was just so…similar to her. She yelped as a bolt of ice flew on the right of her, but she didn't jump. Jack lowered his staff. She heard the sound of hooves on ice and she gasped.
"Oh no…they're coming! Listen, I need to go-"She started as she started to run. She felt an icy hand grab her wrist. She was able to hear Han's voice already.
"Running away, queen?" He laughed, emphasizing the last word.
"I know what is happening; I came here to protect you. Do you trust me?" Jack interrupted.
"Wha-" Her last words were drained by the howling wind as she felt a weight in her stomach and realized that she was in the air.
"North Mountain!" Jack shouted over the ripping wind.
"Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine." They arrived on the snow piled mountain as Jack carried Elsa, bridal style, so that she landed on the ground safely. Regardless of the cold, her cheeks turned bright red.
"Wow, you made that?" He asked as he pointed to her first creation; the ice castle.
"Yeah, you can come inside."
"Move away! Now!" He shouted. Elsa was not used to taking orders from someone.
"Don't order me around, I-" But Jack jerked her away from the black sand that was creeping toward them, daring to come closer and closer…..
"Pitch." Jack spat.