Jack had been reluctant to return to the princess castle the next day - after all, had just met her, and ice in your hands could be just a piece of your mind wanting to show that he was not the only spirit of winter after so many years alone, having only children who could not even see him as a companionship.

Even so, come back the next night as promise. If it really was a piece of his head, the maximum would be absolutely nothing would happen - the girl, not being another spirit of winter, she wouldn't believe in Jack Frost.

He knocked the glass of the bedroom window and waited Elsa. Knocked again, and no answer. Moved closer to the glass and realized that it was dark as if something was hiding his vision. "Maybe the curtains are closed", he thought.

Jack was almost convinced that it really was a piece of his mind when he saw something bright blue - a light beam very quickly across the room. The beam of light illuminated the room for a few milliseconds, and Jack noticed that the curtains were not closed and there was someone there. He went to the window and pressed his hand softly - as if for support. The window opened, and Jack was in the room.

He felt the temperature drop compared to the outside. The large room was covered in snow - the wooden floor, the bed with pink quilt, the wooden chest with the lid open, full of toys. The darkening of his vision was the snow that covered the place - it was snowing inside the room.

Sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed, was Elsa. She wrapped her knees with her arms folded, like crying, but Jack realized that there were no tears.

Then he saw that most of the furniture in your room was frozen. He walked to the door of the girl's room, and saw that the broken door was frozen - so the door would not open.

In some places the room had piles of ice on the ground - were probably made of the light beam.

He walked to the girl on the floor and sat beside her. Immediately she pulled away.

"Go away." She said, and by the tone of her voice, Jack felt her pain. He moved closer to her. He felt so unknown responsible for that moment that he wanted to hug her, saying that everything was fine and that she could trust him, as he did with his sister - but he did not. Instead, he created snowflakes so perfect that they looked like glass; miniature snowman and small birds that flew around the girl.

"The snow, with all the violence, also has beauty. You can destroy..." Jack makes a move with his staff and dismantles all snowmen, as he had crushed them. The girl stared at him. "As you can also create." He reassembled the snowman, and this time, they were more real than before. "It has its flaws..." Jack started a small snowstorm in the large room of the princess, covering everything with a fresh layer of snow. "It also has its qualities." The snowflakes were delicate and precise. They landed softly on the whitish- blonde hair Elsa, melting on contact. The storm had stopped. - You want to tell me what happened?

The girl hesitated for a moment - was about to confide in a stranger.

"I just don't understand why I'm like this ... I cannot play with my family without freezing them. Or play with someone without hurting the person, like I did with my sister Anna..." the simple memory seemed to hurt the girl, making it snow again. "Go away. Please."

Jack understood the pain of the girl - the pain of seeing children and not being able to play with them, just doing tricks and more tricks that lost grace over the years.

"Elsa. Look at me." Jack sat in front of Elsa, looking straight into her eyes, at least what he could see in the dim light of the moon outside. Then held his staff, and its tip, a light bluish white light shone. "If you do not know to control your emotions, you'll freeze everything you see ahead. This will consume you. Breathe with me. Come on, calm down."

She stared at him and breathed slowly.

"Why froze the door latch?" Jack asked quietly.

"To my parents do not come in." She replied. "Thaw the latch" Jack asked."There is nothing to fear."

"I do not know how!" She replied, embarrassed. "I was born with the powers and still not know how to thaw."

She was born with the powers. Jack felt stupid for not having thought of it before - explained how she still had family and was so new. It would not be impossible, since he was a chosen by the moon to represent the winter.

"Elsa?" Jack called "With great power comes great responsibility."

"I do not want the powers, nor that responsibility, Jack" she complained, almost despairing.

"Don't worry, Elsa" He had raised. "Let's have a little fun before."

The girl felt the snowball hitting her face, and heard the laughter of Jack Frost. The girl stared at and for the first time, noticed the boy - seemed to sixteen or something around it. His hair was as white as snow, and Elsa had found a fun fact. He wore only a blue jacket and brown pants - was barefoot. She wondered mentally if he felt cold feet.

The war snowball began almost instantly, and Elsa for the first time since moved away from her sister forcibly took a bit of fun.