This is it for now. Tell me what you think. Or if you have any ideas. I'm thinking about continuing this in my spare time. But if any of you saw from my previous stories, I have a bad habit of hitting writers block and giving up.
Again. Don't own any of the characters.
Jack sat on the roof of a quaint little cottage next to the sea in the Netherlands. He held a snowball, juggling it back and forth between hands. The moon was full over the ocean. It was mid spring and peaceful here and one of his favorite places to think.
It had been six years since this one person, somewhere out there, had begun believing in him. He had scoured every single country and land mass since then, in search for this one person with no luck. Not a single person had even glanced at him as he flew over them.
"The one person in the whole world that believes in me and you won't even help me find them." Jack huffed angrily at the full moon, "You could at least let me find them…" he threw his snow ball to the ground, where is splat and began to melt.
...
Elsa sat against her door, her whole room ice-covered with snowflakes motionlessly floating in the air. She heard a knock from the other side.
"Elsa? Please, I know you're in there." Her sister, Anna sighed from the other side, "People are asking where you've been. They say have courage, and I'm trying to."
The blonde closed her eyes tight, trying to fight back the tears and to keep her ice from leaking out through the door. She could not hurt Anna, not again.
"I'm right out here for you. Please, let me in." Anna sounded desperate.
"Oh, I wish I could." Elsa whispered to herself, pulling her legs up against her chest.
"We only have each other. It's just you and me…" Tears leaked down Elsa's face, she wanted so badly to let her sister in. To hold her, but the ice only grew thicker in her room as Anna said from the other side, "What are we gonna do?"
The older sister heard Anna sit down and lean her back up against the door. She thought she heard her say something else, but she did not catch the words.
They sat like that for what felt like hours. Anna only left when Kai, the servant, found her asleep there that night and took her to her room.
He returned later and knocked lightly on the door, "Princess? I know it's hard. The King and Queen will be missed dearly. I just want to let you know, we are all here for you." Then he spoke soft enough for her only to hear, "And I'm always here if you need help with your powers." Then he was gone.
Elsa stood quickly when he was gone, her joints popping from the stiff position she had been in against the door. She picked up the first thing on her desk and hurled it across the room in a whirl of icicles and emotional anger.
The object hit the wall with a bang and fell to the ground, while the icicles stayed lodged into the wall. She huffed for a moment, before she calmed down enough to recognize the object. It was the Norse mythology book her mother had given her six years ago.
Elsa lifted it from the ground and flipped to the story of Jack Frost with practice. At first glance of the picture of Father Frost, she closed it with and audible SNAP. She stepped to the window, trying to keep her anger going instead of her sadness, and flung the glass doors open.
It was a quiet night, with the whole town in mourning of her parents' deaths. The blonde looked up to the full moon, guessing his was good as anyone to be mad at.
She waved the book at the moon, "Was this all some kind of joke? I've been asking every night for Old Man Winter to come to me, to talk to me about my powers. But instead, you take the only people I have left to talk to away from me?" Tears began to stream down her face, "He was never real was he? Jack Frost was never going to come to me! It was all a farce! Wasn't it!?" Elsa became more hysterical with every word before flinging the book from the window and flopping down on the ground, "And now I'm all alone with my powers. Not even Kai can help me…"
She rested her back against the window frame, pulled her legs to her body again and sobbed into her legs.
...
Like a sudden blow to the chest, all the wind was knocked from Jack's lungs. He almost lost his balance on the roof of the cabin.
Gasping for breath, he clutched his chest and sunk to his knees. He pupils dilated with fear as he looked up desperately to the moon.
"No…" he gasped, "They are… They are forgetting about me." He clutched his staff into his free hand and pointed the hook to the moon, "Tell me! Tell me now! Who is it!?" he yelled, "...please…." he then pleaded with the moon.
But he knew an answer would not come. It never came. He looked down at the roof of the cabin as an icy cold tear ran down his cheek, "This person… is the only one…. Please…"
Suddenly, the roof around him lit up, the glow reflecting off the frost around him. Looking up quickly, the moon was illuminating him. Then, like that, it was gone.
"W-what are you trying to tell me?"
A flash of light shot from the moon slightly Northeast. Jack jumped to his feet and took off into the sky, riding the wind.
He looked kept his eyes focused where the light had died on the horizon, "Please let me be in time."
...
Elsa awoke in her spot below the window, where the glass doors were still open. Her room was still coated with ice and snow, slightly dripping now. Her eyes felt puffy and throat was scratchy and all her limbs were sore.
She pulled herself to her feet with a stretch and looked out to where the moon still hung in the sky. The blonde leaned out the window to search the courtyard below, where she could see the white dot that was her book. She would have to remember to ask Kai or Gerda to grab it for her later.
Elsa looked back to the moon, "Well, I guess that's that. Mom was wrong. He was never real. There is just no such person as-"
"Wait!" A voice called out from above her window, out of breath, "Don't say it! Please don't say it!"
In a gust of snow and arctic wind, a person flew into her window, reached out and grabbed her hands and pulled her close as he hovered in front of her. She could fell the chill of his hands through her gloves.
"Please, please, please don't say there's no such thing as Jack Frost. Don't do that to me. Please, you're the only person. You're the only one!" It was a young man. He had frost white hair that stuck up in strange directions. He was in a brown tunic with patchy brown pants and no shoes. A twisted wooden staff was strapped to his back. His blue eyes pleaded desperately for her as he clung to her hands.
Elsa was lost. She did not know what to do or say. When she opened her mouth the only thing that came out was, "Who-?"
The boy's grip tightened, "Jack. I'm Jack Frost. I'm the spirit of winter." He said it so quickly, it almost sounded jumbled.
As Elsa just gaped, Jack came to his senses. He had been lost in the moment of finding the person, who believed him that he did not even stop to think. He saw the ice formed around the room and the ice running in webs from his fingers over her gloved hands.
He jerked back immediately, "Oh no. I froze the room. I'm going to give you hypothermia." He said in a panic as he began to float towards the window, unsure if he could unfreeze the room in his emotions running so high at the moment.
The blonde headed girl suddenly jumped towards him, gripping his hand, "No, you did not do it. I did. I froze the room."
Jack tilted his head in confusion, "You? How could you?"
"I have ice magic. I was born with it. That's why I believed in you. Because I thought we were the same. That maybe, one day, you'd come to me and teach me to use my powers." Elsa did not know why all the words suddenly spilled from her mouth. This had to be some kind of dream. This floating boy in front of her was Old Man Winter? Father Frost? Impossible. But for some reason, she could not stop the words she spoke, "I waited all the years, hoping you'd find me. Hoping you'd come help me. To save me. To keep me from being lonely…" she trailed off.
The white hair boy hovered back into the room and set his bare feet onto the floor that was coated in sleet. With his one hand still held by the girl, he grabbed his staff with the other. With one tap on the ground, the ice from the room shook loose of everything that it clung to and drifted into the air. With a second tap to the carpet, it all rushed out the window in a single gust of chilling wind and the window slammed shut behind it.
The room was already noticeably warmer as he led the stunned girl to her bed and motioned for her to sit down. She did as she was told and finally released his hand, clutching her own hands together to keep her powers at bay.
Jack grabbed the chair from the desk and sat down in front of her, leaning his staff into the crook of his shoulder.
"How about this? Let's start from the beginning. My name is Jack Frost. What is yours?"
"Elsa." She said quietly, "Crown Princess Elsa of Arendelle."
