I have almost no excuses as to why this took me so long to post. Or why it is so short because of the "extended" period of writing. All I can say is that life got hectic and I almost forgot about this story. Sometimes I wonder if readers read Author Notes. I know I don't. Anyway, forgive the long waiting period, I hope to have next chapter up by Sunday, hopefully.

Also, please keep in mind that I don't have a Beta reader at all, so all mistakes are my own.

Jack looked over when someone called his name and smiled. The familiar mop of brown hair was in even more disarray than normal. Jack waved in greeting, and watched as the little boy came running towards him and Elsa. He turned to Elsa when the little boy was a little closer, but still not close enough to hear their conversation.

"That's Jamie," he told her.

"Jamie?" she asked.

"He's a kid who helped us defeat Pitch before."

Jack was cut off when Jamie plowed into his side, laughing. Jack chuckled and stood up slowly so Jamie slid onto the ground. Jamie grinned up at Jack and jumped up and started talking excitedly about how things have been since the battle. Jack smiled and ruffled his hair when Jamie took a breather.

"Jamie, as much as I wish I did, I didn't come here to catch up," Jack said gently.

Rather than looking offended, mad or even sad, Jamie just looked curious.

"Is something going on?" he asked.

"In a way," Jack answered.

Elsa had walked away, towards the trees that surrounded the frozen lake. She traced her hand across the ice that covered the trees. She jerked her hand back when some ice came from her hand and mingled with the other ice. She blinked when she received a "flash back" from when she was younger.

"Elsa...psst..."

I heard the whisper, but I didn't bother to shift. I felt someone climb onto the bed and move so they could shake my shoulders.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" the perpertator cried.

"Anna," I mumbled, barely opening an eye, "go back to sleep."

As I moved my head into a more comfortable position, I felt Anna flop onto me and sigh.

"I just can't," she said dramatically. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake. So we have to play!"

"Go play by yourself!" I said, laughing, as I pushed her off the bed.

I felt her climb back onto the bed and smiled. Anna was persistent as a child. When she lifted my eye lid and whispered the words, "do you want to build a snowman?" I knew she knew she had me.

"Elsa?" Jack asked, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

She took a step back and he frowned. Before he could reach out again, she wrapped her arms around herself and turned to look at the scenery behind them. Sensing she wanted quiet right now, and thankful that Jamie had to hurry home earlier, he stood beside her, watching the sunset change the color of the clouds in the sky. There were oranges, pinks, a few purples and even a few dark blues. He smiled slightly when she stepped closer to him and leaned against him.

"Jack, am I a bad person?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"I only ever let down my walls with you. I couldn't even lower them when my sister needed me. I was always afraid...but with you..."

"Elsa," he said, cutting her off, "I don't think your a bad person because of that. I think you only let your walls down with me because we're alike."

"What?"

"We both only wanted to protect our sisters. We're both alone, basically, and we both control snow and ice. The only difference is that I'm a guy and you're a girl."

"I hadn't noticed," she said sarcastically.

He chuckled and shook his head. She smiled slightly and turned to face him. She thought over his previous sentence and frowned a little.

"You had a sister?" she asked.

"Yeah...a long time ago," he answered.

"How long?"

"About...three to four hundred years."

"What?!"

"Let me tell you the story," he said, smiling slightly and creating a snowy bench for them to sit on.

After she was comfortable, he started. As it grew darker, she kept shifting closer to him. By the time he reached the part where he fell in the lake to save his sister, she was practically in his lap. He paused in his story, and looked at her.

"You okay, Elsa?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just...don't really like the dark much..."

"Because of Pitch?"

"Something like that," she whispered.

He just wrapped his arms around her and then finished his story. She looked up at him with a sad frown and wrapped her arms around him. He smiled softly and rubbed her back. They both tensed when they heard something in the surroundings. With the echoes of the sound, it was hard to tell where it originated from.

"Well, well. If it isn't a couple of lovebirds," a voice neither one has heard before said, a snarl lacing every word.

Well, let me know what you think. I'm going to finish this sequel then go back and rewrite 'The Frozen Heart' and then rewrite this...so...maybe next year? Anyway, what did you think about the flashback being in first person POV?