Yes, I realize this is a short chapter. But I personally believe it speaks for itself! Thank you for all the OMG THIS IS US COMMERICAL IS ON TV IM FREAKING OUT I CANT BREATHE GAH sorry.

Anyway, back to the note lol what just happened i cant xD

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THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ROMANTIC!

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-Erica

Elsa tried so hard to ignore Anna at her door. It's for the best, she'd tell herself. But such a little girl always has temptations to go and build a snowman.

Elsa still cried and cried, leant against her bedroom door. Frost had sprung from her hands long since past, but the cold never bothered her anyway. She boringly traced her toe around in a circle in the light snow on her wood floor.

If only there was someone I could talk to, she thought. Someone who understands… This thought only made her sob harder.

Elsa got up and walked to her window in a gaze. It was closed shut, and she hadn't seen it open for some time. Maybe seeing the sun would make her feel better, a change of scenery from the same four frosted walls.

Slowly, she opened the shutter window so nobody could hear her. The light hit her like a thousand bricks. She wasn't all that used to it. It beamed down on her in a ray of heat and Elsa sighed in its presence. She looked around at the main square. Children like her were running around, peasants in the market, they all looked really happy. And suddenly, so was Elsa. Maybe it's from the sun.

She looked down on the town's people. Smiles gleamed on their proud faces as they enjoyed themselves. It was an array of beautiful colors and music and dancing and laughter. The docks had ships at almost every port, probably trading goods or visitors from other cities. Mountains soared on the horizons, green as ever in the summer.

Elsa put her elbow on the windowsill and watched blankly. How she wished to run around with her future subjects, to laugh, to speak. Not to live in fear.

Something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. Ice spreading like a virus across the dock water. Elsa looked at her hands that have lead a trail of frost down the side of the castle. She shrieked and slammed the shudders closed.

Tears erupted from her eyes. Why was she like this? Why was she such a monster? She covered her eyes with her hands and sobbed as quietly as she could (which wasn't quiet at all).

"Hey kid…"

Elsa spun around.

"I did that, you're off the hook."

There was a boy in her room. A boy.He had white hair, like freshly fallen snow. He raised his pale hands in reassurance, on holding a long sherpards cane, and his blue jacket was covered in frost. Elsa's eyes widened in terror, she already began to freeze him!

"GUARD-" The boy ran (more like flew) over to her hand covered her mouth. It was quite small compared to his big hands.

The boy smiled at her, "You can see me…"

Elsa pushed his hand off her mouth. "Of course I can see you! And if you stay here any longer, I can hurt you!"

The boy raised his eyebrows with a smile, "No you won't, I'm like you." He put a cold yet gentle hand on Elsa's back and turned around. Bringing her to his side, he waved his hand in a swift motion. Frosty bits sprang from his palm and made an almost reflective illusion of Elsa. He made her out of snow.

Cauitously, Elsa touched the mirage. It vanished at her fingertips, exploding back into gentle snow. "Your just like me…" Elsa whispered.

The boy shrugged, "But I can fly, and no one can see me."

Elsa turned to look at him, "Why?"

He flew up and perched himself ontop of his staff. "I'm not exactly human. I'm a spirit," he explained.

Elsa sat down on her cold floor, frost spreading out from underneath her, but she didn't care, she wanted to learn more about this boy. "Who told you that?"

"With the help of some friends, my memories."

Elsa took a long look at the boy. He's obviously telling the truth, he proved his abilities. He seems nice, loyal. The best part is: she can't hurt him. "Can you be my friend?" she asked, longingly.

"Sure," the boy said with a smile. He came down from atop of his cane and knelt down to her height, "I'm Jack Frost."

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

Jack smiled widely and stood up. He put his cane on his shoulders and walked around the cold, icy room. "Nice work you got here, Elsa."

Elsa rubbed her elbow, "Thanks, but I didn't even try."

Jack looked at her confused, "What do you mean?"

"I can't control it…" Elsa confessed.

Jack chuckled, "Of course you can!"

"No, I can't," Elsa insisted. "That's why I'm always in my room. I hurt my sister, so my father said it was best to stay here, where I can't hurt her anymore."

Jack frowned. "I'm sorry…"

Elsa looked down and sighed, but Jack lifted her chin, "Hey…" he cooed. "At least you have some company now!"

Elsa smiled and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck. He picked her up and asked, "Have you ever flown before?"

"Flown?" Elsa asked.

Jack smiled and opened the shudders. The light hurt Elsa's eyes. "Here, I'll show you!" he laughed.

Elsa squealed as Jack skyrocketed out of the room. He shifted Elsa so she was holding both his hands, flying like a bird. At first Elsa was terrified. The wind was hitting her so hard her eyes watered, and the whole being outside thing didn't help either. But then again remember, Elsa is a kid.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, laughing as Jack twisted and turned and went up and down yelling "Higher! Higher!"

And Jack loved every minute of it.

He's been flying around the castle secretly for a while. He's seen Anna shudder in the hallways at the cold, and he's watched her call at the same door every day. Why would she do that? Just open the door! Jack would think. But now he understands all too well.

When he saw the frost come down the side of Elsa's window, Jack knew he wasn't anywhere near there. It had to be someone like him. Flew straight into that window without a second thought. He had to know who made that ice! And now he does.

Jack made a promise to himself. Jack spent 300 years alone, and Elsa will not grow up alone. No way.

"Higher, Jack! Come on!"