"And it is said that he travels the globe, bringing winter fun to the children of the world." The Queen closed the blue-bound book, setting it down gently by her daughter's sleeping face. She kissed her on the forehead. "Good night, Darling," she whispered, quietly retreating from the room. She remembered to leave the door open a crack before departing down the hall.

Elsa listened closely to the footsteps, making sure she was far enough away before she jumped out of her covers. She held the beloved blue book in her hands. The snowflake stitched onto the cover was glowing in the moon's light, just like his hair. She knew he'd come tonight. For the past 3 years he had come on this day. He'd come again. She sat on her bed, looking at the snowflake glowing on the cover of the book.

There was an instant chill in the room. She could see her breath as she exhaled. She wasn't cold. She never got cold. She could, however, feel the fabric of the book and the fibers of the parchment pages moan in frozen displeasure. She looked up to her window: the third pane down on the right was frosted over, only the faint imprint of a hand visible through the snowy fibers.

She shot up excitedly from her bed, making sure not to wake Anna, and opened the window.

"Hello, Elsa," a voice said seemingly from nowhere. She looked around, trying to see him. He floated down a little, just showing his upside-down face in the window. He always looked exactly the same. His frosty hair glowed in the light of the moon, his porcelain skin only out-shined by his dazzling smile. And his eyes. The chilled blue spheres that, like the ice he so easily manipulated, were both intimidating and beautiful simultaneously.

"Jack!" she quietly exclaimed. "I knew you'd be back!"

He turned right-side-up and sat on the window ledge. "Of course, silly!" he said playfully. "It's the first day of winter! Who else do you think brings all the snow?" He chuckled, opening his palm and revealing a perfect, white snowflake. "Now, what fun will we have this year?"

Elsa looked timidly at her sister sleeping peacefully in her bed. "I don't know if we can this time, Jack," she said sadly. "I don't want to wake my sister."

Jack looked at the sleeping girl, and then back at Elsa. "Well then," he replied, "I guess we'll just have to take our fun somewhere else." He floated out of the window frame, holding his hand out for Elsa. She stared at the hand, wondering what he was going to do.

"Don't you believe in me?" he asked.

She grabbed his hand, warmth instantly rippling up the length of her arm. "Of course I do." The next thing she knew, she was flying through the air. She closed her eyes. The wind whipping through her light-blonde hair, she could feel her heart pumping fast as the adrenaline surged through her body. His hand was warm in hers, a feeling that she had started getting used to during his visits. She felt him slow down.

"Elsa," he said. "Open your eyes."

She did. She was hundreds of feet above the ground. The houses and buildings in the little town were like the toy ones she and her sister played with. The castle seemed to be years away, occupying the dark in solitary steadfastness. "This is amazing, Jack." She could barely make out the words. "Do you get to see this all the time?"

He chuckled to himself. "It is quite the view, isn't it?" he replied, also marveling at the beauty of the city. "Well, I have work to do."

Elsa looked up at him expectantly. "Can I help?" she asked, her eyes filled with moonlight.

He looked at her, smiling that playful, fun smile he always had around her. "Well, you didn't think I was just gonna drop you, did you?" With a laugh, they shot down towards the streets of Arandell.

...

They sat on the rooftop of the castle, admiring their work. Every house and street was covered in a thick layer of fresh snow, just in time for the first day of winter. Even the harbor was frozen over. Elsa knew that in a couple hours, the men would begin clearing the ice from the water.

"That was SUPER FUN!" Elsa exclaimed, hardly able to contain her excitement over what they just did.

Jack laughed. "You didn't do too bad yourself, Kiddo," he replied.

She looked up at him, his head silhouetted by the light of the moon. Still, his eyes were shining bright as stars and deep as the frozen water. "Why do you have to leave, Jack?" she asked.

He sighed. "I'd love to stay, Elsa. But it's always the first day of winter somewhere."

She grabbed his arm. The same warm sensation filled her hand. "But I don't want to wait another year to see you!"

He looked at her. Her dark blue eyes seemed to understand everything about him; to know all of his mistakes, his failures. Yet, they still were warm and friendly, as if she was ok with his faults; as if she liked him just the way he was. "You don't," he replied warmly. He stood up. "Whenever you miss me, I want you to come up to this spot. This exact spot, ok?" She nodded, standing up with him. "I want you to come to this spot, and look at the moon."

"The moon?" she asked.

"Yep, the moon." he replied. "The moon gave me my powers, so a little bit of me is in it," he pointed at the moon, "and a little bit of it," he pointed at his chest, "is in me." She looked up at the moon, her eyes wide with wonder.

"So, whenever I look at the moon…"

"You're looking at me." He smiled, and she knew everything was going to be alright. She hugged him, not willing to let him go. The radiating heat was filling her entire being. She had never been so warm in her entire life.

He let go of her. "It's late, Kiddo," he said lovingly. "I think it's time you went to bed." She grabbed him by the hand, and he slowly flew down to her bedroom window. Her feet landed with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. "Good night, Elsa," he said, turning around to leave.

"Wait!" she whispered after him. He turned around. "Can you really bring snow to life?" she asked.

He laughed a little and opened his hand, revealing a butterfly made completely of snow. It flapped its way towards Elsa, its little wings leaving a trail of flurries as it fluttered in the air. It landed softly on Elsa's hand before disappearing in a flash of snow. She looked up at him in awe. "But how do you do it?" she questioned.

He looked at her with a playful expression. "Come on, Elsa!" he replied. "You already know the answer to that question!" With that, he flew away, not to come back for another 365 days. Elsa craned her head out the window, looking at the snow-covered rooftops that filled Arandell. She closed the window, placing her palm into the handprint engraved in the frost-covered pane.

...

Jack sat at the top of the North Mountain. The sky was awake, sending beautiful ribbons of light dancing among the stars. The first day of winter in Arandell was coming to a close, and he knew he had to get moving to the next part of the world. It was getting harder and harder to leave Arandell with each passing year. He didn't know how he would make it 365 days being invisible. He looked up at the moon, wishing for it to tell him a way that he could stay. But he knew it wouldn't. He flew up, preparing to leave Arandell for another year.

'Elsa'

He stopped. What had just made that noise? Was it in his head? Had someone said it?

'Elsa'

There it was again! What was making that noise? Who was saying her name?

'Elsa'

He looked up at the moon. That had to be it.

'Elsa'

That was it. The moon was telling him something. Elsa must need him. He darted towards the castle, dodging houses, shops, bakeries, and people. He flew up to her window. It was open. He hovered in, landing softly on the carpet. Her bed was empty. Her sister's, too. Where was she? Was she in trouble?!

"Hello, Jack."

He looked up. Standing in front of the door was a woman, beautifully dressed in the finest fabrics. A crown rested on her head, giving away any sort of secrecy about her identity.

"You can see me?" he asked.

She laughed quietly to herself. "Elsa's not the only one who believes in you, you know," she replied. She moved towards him.

"What happened to Elsa?" he inquired. "Is she hurt?" He was becoming more frantic. "Did something bad happen to her?"

The Queen shook her head. "Elsa's fine, Jack," she replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "She just…" He looked at her in anticipation. "She struck her sister. Froze her head."

"Oh no." Jack walked up to her. "Is she ok?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

The Queen recoiled from his touch. "Your hands are ice-cold, Jack," she said. "And yes, she'll be fine. We brought her to the trolls. They were able to cure her. However," she turned away from him, "she will lose all memory of Elsa's powers. That way, we can make sure this doesn't happen again."

Jack stepped towards her. "So you're just going to lock Elsa up?" The anger was rising in his voice. "Like a prisoner in her own house?"

The queen turned around. "It's the only way, Jack!" she yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's the only way to keep both of them safe! I don't like it either!"

Jack stepped back. He hadn't expected this reaction from her. "I can teach her," he said. "I can teacher her to control her powers. I can promise that this won't happen aga-"

"No, Jack," she interrupted. "You can't. As long as she uses her powers, everyone is in danger." Her eyes were filled with love and pain. "That's why you aren't allowed to come back here." He felt an invisible knife shoot into his spine. "Ever." The knife twisted.

"But, but I can-"

"No." she said, turning away from him again. "Leave, Jack Frost. At once."

He turned around and bolted out the window. His heart was beating fast, but not because of the thrill of flying. The tears that were attempting to fall down his face froze half-way, creating a shimmering coat of ice on his cheeks. He didn't look back at all until he reached the next town.