AN:/ Okay, okay, this chapter has Elsa actually meeting "Jack Frost" briefly. Anyways, enjoy.

CHAPTER 2: Death of the Royals

Three years had passed since Elsa's "incident". Her parents were unaware of her using her powers around commoners but had been aware of her being around villagers. It was perhaps the first time in a while that the royal family had a dinner together. Anna was beaming about seeing Elsa poking fun at her being out of her room. Elsa smirked every so often.
"Elsa, you do remember our trip to Burgs?" her father asked.
"Clear as day," Elsa smiled.
"And there was a boy you were around?"
"Yes."
"Ooh a boy?" Anna asked interested.
"Go back to eating your cake," Elsa said bitterly.
"Anna, you should go to your room," their mother said.
Anna looked at her parents confused before going outside of the dining hall.
"There was the boy, Jackson Frost. And the town felt the need to inform me of information," he said.
"Yes?" Elsa asked cautiously.
"Sweetie, he died a week ago by falling into a pond," her mother said.
"He was nothing more than a commoner," Elsa said.
"Of course but his sister said that the three of you were friends," she said.
"It was nothing more than a walk in the woods," Elsa stated. "May I be dismissed?"
"Yes, of course," her father said.
Elsa walked out of the dining room. Anna ran up next to her. She had hidden behind the door and heard the entire conversation.
"I'm sorry— Elsa," Anna said softly.
"Anna, he was nothing," Elsa said.
"If they felt the need to tell you, I think he must have liked you—perhaps even loved."
Elsa turned herself in front of Anna pausing their tracks.
"Anna, knowing someone for less than a day does not mean it's love. Admiration, infatuation, curiosity or lust maybe, but not love. I never would have met him again later on anyways. He's of lower rank, nothing," Elsa snapped.
"But Elsa."
"He. Is. Dead. There's no reason to ponder the feelings of a dead man."
With that Elsa ran to her room and slammed the door behind her. She flopped onto her bed and cried. How she hated herself for not doing anything to prevent his death. Her gloves were still on her hands but she saw a heart form on her window through her blurred vision. She stumbled over and rested her hand over it.
"I'm sorry Jack, I'm so—so sorry," Elsa said through her tears.
Her fingers traced down the window until she had sat down next to wall. The tears kept coming.
"Jack," she choked out.
And she curled up into a ball and cried. He wasn't around, he was dead, those silly thoughts she'd once had as a child would truly be nothing more than thoughts.

There hadn't been any report on a body of Jack. For a while Elsa thought he might be alive. But it was foolish thinking, he was dead. Days, weeks, months went by until Elsa accepted his death. She'd woken up crying and screaming in the middle of the night for a while. Anna came in from hearing her scream every night she did but Elsa snapped at her to go back to bed insisting it was nothing.
One day her parents came in to see if anything was wrong.
"Mother, father it's nothing," Elsa insisted.
"Is it anything to do with—" her mother asked.
"No!" Elsa protested.
"Elsa," her father started.
The ice started spreading around them.
"Please, please go away. I don't want to hurt you," Elsa said hurt.
"We love you Elsa," her mother said sadly.
And with that her parents left. They loved Anna more than her. She was alone and to them—a monster.

It was the middle of summer. Anna had just turned fifteen only a while back. The King and Queen of Arendelle had been requested to a meeting to one of the nearby kingdoms. Anna wasn't to thrilled but had hopes it would help their kingdom. Elsa on the other hand paid attention to her gloves before her parents came down the steps leaving for their ship.
"Do you have to go?" Elsa asked.
"We'll be back before you know it," her father said.
"We love you girls, and we'll always be with you," their mother smiled.
Anna smiled sadly and Elsa nodded smiling. The sun shone bright and everything seemed to be going in order. Anna had persisted in walking with Elsa to their rooms.
"Do you think it's a marriage proposal?" Anna smiled.
"Perhaps negotiations in trade," Elsa said.
"I mean it's probably going to be for you, as you're eighteen and can get married and you're really beautiful. I mean how could anyone not want to marry you?"
"I have duties here to attend to. I'm not going to give up the throne and my family for someone who will strip me of my privileges."
"I can just see it now! A large ball, and chocolate their will be chocolate right? And I could be your maid of honor too? Please, please, please?"
"Enough Anna. Taking care of our people comes first. Family is a priority. Anyone else comes after our family and people."
"No need to be bitter about it."
"I said enough Anna, stop being so naive and stubborn! There's no such thing as a happy ending for anyone!"
"But mother and father—"
"Anna, don't let fantasies block your judgement."
"But Elsa!"
"Good day Anna."
And with that Elsa closed the door to her room behind her. She doubted it would be a marriage proposal. Father had always been so persistent in wanting to keep her in Arendelle and take on the throne. Marrying her away didn't seem like something they'd do.

It started raining days later. A messenger had come to the castle.
"Your highnesses, your parents were lost at sea and presumed dead. They never made it to their meeting. A funeral will be held in a few days time," the messenger said.
Anna gasped and Elsa panicked. She dashed back to her room as soon as the messenger left. Elsa ripped off her gloves and cried. Her parents were dead. Why couldn't she prevent people's deaths!? Ice and snow formed around her room as she cried.
"Mother. Father. Jack," she cried out.
It felt like so long ago since she'd heard of Jacks death. She wanted to believe he wasn't dead but he was. She had to keep Anna safe. Elsa curled up on the floor and cried. Keep Anna safe. It was up to her to make sure the kingdom stayed on its feet. Keep Anna safe.

A few days later the funeral occurred. Elsa stayed in her room. Her powers could hardly be contained at this point. If she went out she could hurt Anna. And she had to keep Anna safe. The rain kept pounding away. Must have been after the funeral when Elsa heard Anna walk over to her door.
"It's just you and me, what are we going to do?" Elsa heard Anna say. "Elsa, do you want to build a snowman?"
Then she heard Anna's footsteps fade. Elsa sobbed into her knees. She had to keep Anna safe. Their parents couldn't protect them anymore.
"Elsa," she heard a familiar voice say.
"I'm hallucinating," Elsa laughed through her tears.
"You're named Elsa."
"Very funny."
Then Elsa looked up wiping away her tears. She almost screamed. It looked like Jack. Except he had white hair and icy blue eyes that radiated warmth. But his clothes were that like Jacks. He held a shepherd's staff in his hand.
"I know you—don't I?" He said curious.
"I don't—I don't know you—GET OUT!" Elsa screeched.
She threw a ice shard at him but he waved his staff and the ice turned into snowflakes.
"How did you—how did you do that," she choked out.
"I'm like you, I guess," he said.
Elsa stood up as did he. He looked at her in fascination.
"Jack—Jack Frost. The Man in the moon lead me here," he smiled.
"There's not a man in the moon," Elsa said bored.
"How else do you think I got my snow powers?"
"I was born with mine."
"Well I just woke up one day and here I am."
"You look—so much like a dear friend of mine."
Elsa walked closer to Jack. She stroked the side of his face finding it warm. He held her hand where it was.
"You can, actually see me now right?" He smiled.
"Of course I can, I just don't know how you got in my room in which the only reason I haven't called the guards in is because you—" Elsa rambled.
"They won't see me. You're the first person who's been able to see me."
"Oh, so I'm hallucinating you?"
"No, no, no, I'm real but not many people believe in Jack Frost. I'm just surprised that you can."
"You remind me of someone I once knew, I guess that's why I can."
He pulled her into a hug. Elsa circled her arms around him. He was warm. So very much warm.
"I know you, I know I do Elsa. And for once, for once I don't feel alone anymore," he whispered in her ear.
"I'm not alone, not with you," Elsa smiled sadly.
And they stood their, embraced together. Silent tears fell down Elsa's face. Her parents were dead, and so was Jack. But here—here she'd found someone like her, someone who resembled Jack so closely and it didn't feel so lonely.

Elsa woke up in her bed in her clothes from the day before. Her room was covered in ice. Then she remembered how she'd lost control over her powers the night before angered and saddened by her parents deaths. She sobbed into her blankets.
"Elsa, please don't cry," she heard Jack plead.
"Go away Jack, leave me alone," Elsa choked out facing the wall.
"But I don't want to leave."
"Go. Away."

She heard the window open and close. Elsa flipped herself out of her bed.
"Stop!" She shouted grabbing her head.
The Jack she was seeing wasn't the Jack she knew, it was a figment of her imagination. Her parents were dead. Jack was dead. She wanted to world back to how it was only a few weeks ago. Before her parents were dead.