Elsa's POV

'I'm in love with Jack Frost...' I muttered to myself in defeat. I'm actually in love with the man who left me when I needed him the most. The man who promised he'd be there for me. I can't believe this. I'm even the one who told my own sister that you can't marry a man you just met. Let alone fall in love with him in just one night.

But... I technically didn't just meet him tonight. I mean-I've met him when I was still so young. So, falling in love with him in just ONE NIGHT is...fine, right? Because- I've already known how he can be at times and who he is so it must be alright. I mean...I think it is…

But it's like I don't know him anymore.

He doesn't know me.

He forgot about me.

And all I can hear in my head is like it's coming from this room. You're nothing to him. Absolutely nothing.

And what if that voice is right?

What if I am nothing to him? What if he fell in love with a different girl with a different personality? What if… What if he hated me and just refuses to acknowledge our memory? That one spark of joy… that sparked my hope…

What if he lied to me? What if I was just another girl to him?

Would I tell him? Am I brave enough to tell him?

No. No, I wasn't. I wasn't that brave. I won't tell him. But I know the feeling won't fade anytime soon. The feeling of warmth when he smiled, the feeling of joy when he'd visit… the feeling of sadness when he'd leave…

Is it possible the feeling will go away? Can it?

I'm not telling Jack.

I'm not telling Olaf, Kristoff or even Sven.

Anna? No. Definitely not. She'll tell Jack. And set us up. That sounds like something Anna would do, doesn't it?

Funny how I'm more against telling Anna than against telling Jack. When I don't feel this way around her, but I do with Jack. I love Anna. She's my sister. It's family love. But I'm in love with Jack. There's a huge difference in the feeling. It's unexplainable.

Definitely unexpected, too. And I thought I hated him all these years?

I always questioned that. People leave all the time, why was it so different with him? Maybe because he was the only person who could truly understand me, the only person who could've taught me how to do it… How to control this gift, as he called it. To me, it's not a gift. It's a curse. And why me?

Why was it me with this life? Why not Anna? I went to my balcony for a while looking at the full, bright moon.

"Why'd you pick me?" I asked, not too loud, but not too soft. No reply. Not like I expected anyone to reply. I know the Man in the Moon. I spoke to him once when I was a child. It wasn't a conversation. Really he just said something so vague, something so… strange.

Things will change he told me that time. And I never spoke to him again.

"Things haven't changed… much." I said.

Believe me, it'll be soon. I heard, shocked to have a response. It's been years!

"You still haven't answered my question; Why?" I asked. And nothing came. I didn't expect anything more. It'll probably be years until he'll respond again. Decades, maybe. I sighed and I went in my room, closing the balcony. And for once in so many years, I left it unlocked. Hoping Jack would come and remember.

Did he resent me? If he did, why?

I'm just trying to understand. To make sense of things.

Because I think if I do, the pain will hurt less.

That I won't be feeling so much hurt, betrayal, sadness and anger anymore.

Because I'm so tired.

I gave a tired sigh and rolled to the other side of my bed to face to window. Maybe if I just truly refuse to acknowledge how I feel about him, the feeling will just go away. Yeah… Maybe.

Once I came to that conclusion, I felt my eyes go heavy then close, resulting me to fall into a deep sleep.

Jack's POV

I can't believe it took me longer to get here. Then again-I did stop by Jamie's house so that could be the reason why, too.

As I finally landed on Elsa's balcony, I pressed my face to the cold glass and saw her angelic face asleep so peacefully. Her ice blue eyes were closed gently and her rose colored lips was curled into the sweetest smile I've ever seen.

But not too long after, she frowned and started tossing and turning. I flew by her window and she sat up and screamed, "NO!"

I ran to her side and I sat beside her.

"Elsa, calm down!" I said as she was panting and almost screamed again when she saw me.

"What in the world are you doing here?!" She whisper-yelled.

"I came to tell you-" I was saying when she cut me off.

"No, you know what? Never mind." She said. "I don't care." Yeah, sure she doesn't. Of course she does. I remember her. She has a curious mind. She does care. I don't know what happened to her in the time I was gone, but I still knew she cared.

"Elsa-" I started again. She shook her head.

"You don't know me." She said, hurt. But I knew she tried to hide it.

"Snowflake-" I tried. Different response this time, though. But she still cut me off.

"What did you call me?!" She said, rather angry. Yup, she was furious. I don't know why. I care, but I couldn't ask. I didn't want her even angrier. Judging by her icy room, she still hasn't controlled her powers just yet. That's probably why she wears the gloves.

"Snowflake..." I answered.

"Stop." She paused. "Please just stop calling me that." She said more quietly.

"Just…" I sighed. "Please hear me out! I need to talk to you, Sn−Elsa. But you won't let me. Please, let me talk to you." I pleaded, hoping she'd say yes. She sighed. And rolled her eyes.

Out of all the things she had to grow out of…

It couldn't be the eye-rolling.

"...Fine. You have 5 minutes." She gave in. YES!

"Listen, I'm so sorry I left you just like that. I didn't mean to, neither did I want to." And guess what happened next. Can you guess? She cut me off again.

"Then...why... I needed you back then, Jack! You even promised you'd always be there for me! So...why..." She said softly-almost crying, actually. I hated seeing her like that. "I hated you for it." She admitted. And I looked down. I knew she did, I knew she would, but hearing her say that.

Hearing her say those words.

It makes things ten times worse. It's like I got shot by a cannon ball. It hurt. She didn't dislike me. She hated me. Hate is a strong word. Dislike and hate… there's a fine line that changed the two.

"I know. I heard you." I admitted, still not looking her in the eye.

"What?" She asked, teary-eyed as I looked at her.

"I saw you… That day, when your parents died…" I said, softly. "I came to visit… but then I heard the news so I flew to your balcony and…"

"But...I didn't see you." She said, slightly guilty. I shook my head, to tell her it was okay. I understood.

"You were...busy." For lack of better word.

"Oh..." She looked down at the ceramic-tiled floor. "Jack-" She was saying until we were interrupted. The moment was interrupted.

Damn.

Just then, a loud piercing scream came from the room next to us. "ANNA!" Elsa exclaimed as she went to the room and I followed. There stood a man in a black suit, golden eyes, and a sickly pale skin.

"Pitch." I spat out, glaring at him as he smiled evilly.