"You were there when the snow came!" Elsa said quietly with glee. "You helped Anna!"

A soft breeze was blowing as I stared blankly at the little girl in front of me. The crisp night air swirled gently through the young princess's window, slightly tousling a few strands of her light blonde hair around her face; her precious smile never faltering and her gaze never wandering away from me. I was completely thrown off guard by the fact that she could see me. I was certain that Manny gave information that it would not be possible for the children of these missions to be able to see us. It had something to do about their beliefs not being strong enough. The details were rather vague.

I was at a loss for words, but it didn't stop Elsa from asking a bunch of questions that completely went over my head. As I kept afloat outside her window, I finally noticed her outstretched arm a few inches away from touching me. Instinctively I flinched before she could make contact, and that in turn made Elsa jump a little. "Oh! Are you… scared of me?" She said sadly, "I'm sorry."

Finally coming to senses from hearing the sadness in her voice, I shook my head. "No, I'm not afraid," I said with a small smile, "I wasn't expecting you to be able to see me, that's all."

"How come? Are you a fairy?" Elsa said suddenly with a sparkle in her eye.

"I'm more of a guardian," I chuckled softly. I landed on her window pane in a squatting position. "My name is Jack Frost."

"I'm Elsa," she said with a smile.

"Well Elsa. It must mean that you're very special if you can see me."

"How come?" She asked again.

"You have a very special gift, don't you?" She mumbled a quiet yes, her hands still on the window pane, as she stared at me with her sweet innocent eyes. I could still see the tear stains on her cheeks from earlier, which only reminded me that I had to make sure she was really okay. I wanted to show her the fun and joy of her powers: her gift of ice magic.

I hopped off the window ledge into the room through the window and softly landed inside a couple feet away. I looked at Elsa and she almost immediately ran towards me. I couldn't shake this feeling I suddenly got in that moment. It was as if pieces of what Manny wanted me to do was falling into place one at a time but it still wasn't the whole picture.

With Elsa beside me, I knelt down to meet her at eye level and smiled, "You ready?"

When she nodded in response, I fluidly moved my hands around each other in a small circular motion, conjuring up snow dust from the air. In matter of seconds, a little yet bulky snowman was walking around Elsa. "He's so cute!" She followed the little thing around, pretending to chase it and all the while giggling happily. Seeing children that happy and knowing their belief in you was strong was the best part of being a guardian. But with Elsa… it was different. She had this complexity about her. Her belief was strong yet at the same time, there was something that was causing doubt inside of her. I couldn't pinpoint what it was since it was masked by her innocence and purity that every young child has.

Despite everything that was going to through my mind, I had to do my best to reassure her. "Can you do this with your powers?" After asking this, little Elsa stopped in her tracks. I noticed how she moved to hold her left arm with her right hand before she shyly spoke to me.

"No, I… I can only make snow," she said.

I walked over to her and patted her head gently, kneeling down to meet her gaze once again. "Well that's okay. You're still learning," I told her, trying to keep her spirits up. "But you know what? As you get older, your powers are going to grow with you and you'll be able to have a lot of fun with Anna. All you have to do is keep believing in yourself and your powers, no matter what."

"Really?" Elsa asked. "That's all?"

"Really," I said with a smile.

I watched as Elsa held her hands out again in front of her, a small smile forming on her lips as she looked down at them. "Believe…" She conjured a tiny burst of snow from her hands and it swirled in three different layers, alternating directions. She almost formed three snowballs in varying sizes, but she quickly caused them to burst into a little flurry that dissipated before coming into contact with us. Elsa seemed to revel in what she just did. She turned to look at me and I smiled proudly at her.

When I heard a chime coming from the hallway outside the room, telling me that it was a new hour, I realized that it was getting to be much later in the night than I anticipated on staying. I knew that if I didn't get Elsa to bed, that it would probably be bad for the both of us. Tired children are more likely to not have their stories be believed in by their parents when they don't get enough rest. All the stories children "make up" are just their tired minds imagining the wildest of dreams because that's what they do. However, the more that a parent doesn't believe, or at least pretend to believe, in their children for their creativity the more likely the child won't be able to believe in themselves. And if they don't believe in themselves, then they won't be able to believe in the guardians. Tooth would mention that to me often during the first couple decades after I officially became one.

"Hey, let's get you to bed."

"Okay..." Elsa nodded but she sounded reluctant.

I gestured for her to climb under her bed sheets. After pulling the blanket over herself she remained quiet while she was laying on her side. I gently patted her head once again, "Goodnight, Elsa." I took out a small pouch from the pocket of my pants. I noticed that its soft golden glow caught her attention. I swiftly opened it and wisped out a tiny bit of the grainy golden substance that was inside and guided the dust through the air onto Elsa. It was Sandy's Dreamsand. He had given me this pouch of it as a gift after becoming a guardian. He thought it might come in handy if ever I got some children too riled up to sleep, since anyone who comes in direct contact with his Dreamsand almost instantly falls asleep. However, it actually took a few seconds for its effects to take hold of her, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

"Goodnight, Mister… Jack…" Elsa said in a groggy voice as she sleepily blinked her eyes.

I lingered next to her bed for a moment before I made a leap towards the window and jumped out. I turned to look back before I headed back to the North Pole. Elsa was fast asleep.

"I'll always be watching over you," I said. And with a flick of my wrist, I directed a gust of wind to shut the window, then set off.

a/n: Hello! I know it's been 2 years since I last updated this story… I've always meant to come back to this and another story I was writing but I got stuck on where I wanted to go with them. Also, college at the time, was taking up a lot of my time. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this and I'd love to hear your guys' comments on the story so far! It's been a long while since I've written anything so I don't think this was as great as the last chapter… But! I still want to finish it. So thank you for supporting it so far! Hope to see you all soon!

~Bliss