"Elsa, you're losing your mind," I scold myself. I stop dead in my tracks and look from the stairs and down into the entrance room of the ice castle. "You're definitely going crazy. You're even talking to yourself now." I shake my head in annoyance and turn back around.

For the twenty minutes that I have been inside my castle I've paced back and forth trying to gather my thoughts. Who knows? Maybe I'm not crazy. Maybe Jack is real- no. No he's not. I shake my head again, brushing my white hair out of my eyes.

But I felt him. I still remember how... /cold/ he felt. He actually felt cold. I could feel him radiate it. And I've never felt that before. It wasn't bad. I quite enjoyed the feeling for that split second I rubbed against him. It was different. But it was good.

My stomach lurched in longing and I scowled. Why was I longing to feel that again? Anna hates it. I bit the inside of my lip, eyes scanning my castle. Maybe I longed for it because it is different. Never in my life have I felt that piercing rush of cold course through my body. I'm almost praying that Jack isn't a fragment of my imagination.

I roll my eyes. In my years of feeling lonely, have I become desperate? Most likely. Plus, I didn't long for him to be here for that kind of reason... I wasn't quite sure I even wanted him around. Maybe if I see him again I could accept my loss of sanity. Maybe.

Maybe I wished too hard.

I heard a familiar whistle and a gush of wind. Just before the door closed I hear a groan which I recognise as being Marshmallow. I frown. Obviously this Jack guy was too smart for my guard.

I got an excited feeling in my stomach. Who in their right mind got excited to feel the cold? I sigh. I'm not exactly in my right mind, though, am I? Instead, I watch as the pale young man lands on the ground in the centre of the entrance.

"Nice place, queen. How'd you find this place?" He flew up to the remade chandelier and probed it with the end of his staff. The diamond shaped icicles shake gently from his touch. "Oh, man, that is some neat work. Did someone really make this whole place out of ice?" He doesn't wait for a response. "It's amazing." He lowers one of his brows. "You know, I could totally see myself living here. I am Jack Frost after all. It seems fitting that I live in an ice castle."

I raise my eyebrows, studying him as he flies over and lands in front of me. He has a side smirk. I can't help but notice the way his eyes sparkle, or the faint freckles across his nose if you really study him. He's tall; taller than me and I consider myself tall. He isn't looking at me but instead gazes around my castle. He's in complete awe of my creation. I can't help but feel proud of myself. My ice creations were usually quite... Interesting.

Jack's eyes finally land on me and I quickly avert my gaze. I had a longing to touch him. I cringe at how strange that sounds, even just inside my head. I just want that feeling again. It wasn't like anything I felt before. It was incredible. How could Anna hate feeling that in the morning? Why not embrace the cold instead of hiding under layers of clothing? I would never understand how normal people work. I wasn't normal under any circumstances.

"Do you know who created this place?" Jack asks me.

I smile, feeling the pride rise up in me. "I did," I tell him.

His eyes grow large in shock. He looks around again, then back to me in complete disbelief. "You created this place? With ice?" He looks at a loss for words. "That's absolutely incredible!" He freezes and his eyes meet mine. "So... That power of yours.." he begins. He seems almost uncertain if he should bring it up or not. Perhaps me running out of the castle and out of Arendelle caught him off guard.

"I... I guess I'm like you. I can make it snow, I can create ice sculptures. I can create living things out of the snow." I smile. "I'm sure you met marshmallow on your way in."

"Met him? That thing tried to kill me!" He gave me a look. I try to look innocent, but let lose a light laugh. "Obviously, he's not very good at his job. Quick swerve and a dive under his legs allowed me to get in here." He smirked cockily and I stop laughing. "Your power is impressive though. This place is wicked cool."

My stomach twists. "Are you apart of my imagination?" I whisper. "Am I going insane?"

He pushes back his hair with his hand, his eyes sparkling more as he smiles at me. "Please, I doubt your imagination is that good to create me." He flies up and perches on the top of his staff. "No, ma'am. I've been around for at least forty years before you were born. The Man in the Moon chose me... For... Something. I'm not quite sure yet what, but I'm sure..." He looks up, as though searching for something, but not even sure what he's looking for.

Something in him looks lost. I see a sadness in his eyes and I feel sorry for him. He blinks a couple of times before looking down, back at me. "... Anyway," he continues more cheerily. "That red haired girl is looking for you. She's with Blondie, the snowman, and a reindeer."

"Her name is Anna. Blondie is Kristoff..." I trail off, the longing in my stomach becoming more and more powerful. "You're definitely real?" I ask him.

He makes a face. "I hope so. Otherwise I think we might both be insane." He grins at me and I laugh.

"This... May sound odd, but I want to ask you something." I take in a deep Breath and am about to ask him, when the door opens below and Anna, Kristoff and Olaf stand at the bottom looking a little angry.

"Marshmallow!? Really, Elsa?" Anna crosses her arms over her chest and pouts.

"Marshmallow is harmless," I reply defensively. I was proud when it came to my creations. I was like a mother with her own child. Always defending them, no matter what. Anna narrows her eyes at me and I look to my feet.

I can't help but notice that Jack is standing close to me. I feel cold radiate off of him and some of my longing disappears. I want to feel the cold more than ever, though. It's just so new to me. If I even just twitch my hand it would brush against him.

I clench my hand into a ball, afraid the longing would make me move to do that. Gosh, I'm crazy. It's just coldness. I'm odd. No one likes being cold. I even resented ice and snow for years because of my power.

"Why did you run off?" Anna asks me, her voice filled with worry. "Did I do something to bother you?"

I look at Jack. He said if someone didn't believe, they didn't see. How come I can see him? Do I believe? I must if I can see him. Jack Frost never really entered my thoughts, though when I was younger, before the accident with Anna, I pretended on numerous occasions that I was the female Jack Frost. I convinced myself inside that anything is possible. Perhaps that is why I can see him and Anna can't. I look to Olaf, wondering can he see Jack. He doesn't act like he can.

Olaf, however, can be a bit ditsy. He's made of snow. Jack makes snow like myself. I bet he can see him.

"The stress got to me," I lie. Or maybe not. I was feeling under pressure lately. "I just had to get away. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"It's okay," she replies. "I was hoping you'd take a break-"

"I'm not taking a break. I just needed to think. I'll be back shortly," I say to her. She frowns. "Arendelle needs their queen."

"Oh. Okay," she simply says. Her shoulders slump and her eyes drift to the ground. "Well, I guess I'll see you shortly, then." She's about to leave with the others, but then Kristoff stops her.

"Can you call off marshmallow?" he asks me. "As much as I love the big guy, I'd rather not be smushed to death by him either."

I chuckle and call marshmallow to attention. The door opens and the big guy peaks in. He grumbles, and I sigh. "Let them pass, Marshmallow." He growls, but backs away from the door. Anna looks back at me one last time. She smiles uncertainly, and then disappears through the door. Kristoff and Olaf follow her, but before Olaf is completely out, I hear him ask: "who is the guy with Elsa?"

Everyone stops. The three heads turn to face me and my cheeks burn. Olaf makes it sound as though I'm hiding a guy up here. I narrow my eyes at him, but he's oblivious.

"Guy? Olaf, what guy?" Anna asks, her eyes looking around the room for any sign of a male besides Kristoff.

"The guy! He's standing right next to her!" Olaf points to Jack and Jack laughs. Of course he'd find this amusing. I nudge him with my elbow, and gasp at the cold feeling piercing my skin. It was refreshing.

Anna looks confused, as does Kristoff. "There's no guy, Olaf," Kristoff says, eyes focusing to where Olaf is pointing.

"You guys don't see the guy? He's tall, with a blue jumper and white, okay looking hair." Olaf is still pointing at Jack who seems to find this funnier as time passes. I scowl at him, and he stops laughing, but remains grinning at me.

Something in him jolts. "Wait- okay looking hair?" He glares down at Olaf who shrugs his shoulders.

Anna and Kristoff still look confused and also concerned for Olaf's well being. I decide that I'll be nice to him. "Yes. There's a guy here with me..." I shake my head, scared at how crazy they'll think I am. "He's... He's Jack Frost. And the reason you can't see him is because you don't believe in him."

I look to the ground. Olaf made me sure I'm not crazy. The fact that I could elbow him and feel the cold off of him made me certain I'm not losing my mind.

"Jack Frost?" Kristoff exclaims. "As in the maker of snow, Jack Frost?" He gives a side glance at Anna who is also looking undoubtedly at me. Her eyebrows furrow and she looks down at Olaf. "Elsa, it's... Well, it's kind of hard to believe." He looks apologetically at me. I just nod my head, understanding where he is coming from. "Jack Frost is supposed to be a myth."

"I'm not," Jack says.

"He's not," Olaf says moments after him. "I can't believe you don't see this guy. He's like the male version of Elsa." I glance at Jack and he looks at me. I guess it is true. We both wear blue, we both have white hair and blue eyes, and freckles dot our faces, barely noticeable. He has the powers I have. He is like me, only male.

"Basically," I mutter, though it echoes down to the three at the entrance.

"Is he the reason you ran off?" Anna asks, stepping forward.

I don't answer for a couple of minutes, and the time of silence is eerie. I never realised how lonely this place is. Isn't that why I made it, though? To be alone?

"Sort of," I admit. "I thought I was going crazy."

Kristoff is frowning, but Anna looks deep in concentration. She doesn't meet my eyes for a few seconds, but when she does, she is smiling. "I believe you," she tells me. "I believe that Jack Frost is here." She blinks a couple of times, and then her eyes rest on Jack. Her eyes widen in amazement. "Oh my gosh! He is the male version of you!" She claps excitedly and then dashes to the stairs, running two at a time to get to the two of us. "You're real!" She leans over to me. "And he's cute." She nudges me, and my cheeks redden.

"He's annoying. You'll regret believing in him," I reply, ignoring her comment. "I only met him this morning and already I wish I hadn't."

"Ouch. Hurtful," Jack says looking insulted.

"I'm kidding," I say quickly. I give him a small smile and he just smiles back.

Anna holds onto the railing of the stairs and looks down to Kristoff who looks confused and alarmed. "Can't you see him, Kris?" she calls down. "He's real. I swear! You have to believe Elsa. Believe me."

Kristoff raises a brow and looks to Olaf. Olaf nods his head and Kristoff sighs. He rolls his eyes before closing them. "I believe you, Anna." He opens one eye. He still looks confused. Anna narrows her eyes. He gives her a sheepish smile and closes the eye again. "Okay. Fine! I really do believe you, Anna. I believe that Jack Frost is actually here." Hesitantly he opens his eyes, and I know he can see Jack as he's staring at him, his mouth parted slightly in surprise. He scratches the back of his head, shaking it, not believing what he is seeing.

"Told you," Anna says, sticking out her tongue at him.

"Well, you know... I just... This is..."

"Odd? Crazy?" I suggest, smiling playfully at Jack. I frown at Jack. "Can I ask; are you always cocky?"

He seems to consider this and then shakes his head. "No." He looks to me. "I'm just not good with people. I haven't talked to a real person in over forty years. I just don't know how to act." He looks away. "Sorry about that."

I smile gently at him. "It's okay," I assure him. I place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, letting the coldness consume me, enjoying every second of it. His eye meet mine, and for a split second the coldness is replaced with a warmness emerging from inside of me. I quickly take my hand off. "Just try and be yourself from now on."

"Myself, eh?" His grin returns. "Who wants to go sledding?"

Anna, Kristoff and Olaf look excited, but I drown them out. I'm staring at my hand, remembering the warmness I just felt. What was that? I shrug it off. Perhaps it was nothing.

I'm so consumed in my thoughts that when Jack pokes me, I jump back in surprise. He arches a brow at me and my cheeks redden. "Sorry, I just wasn't... I got a fright." I cringe.

"Alright." Jack grabs the staff tightly in his hand and floats a bit off the ground. "Want to come sledding with us?"

I look at Anna who is nodding her head. I look away and frown. Reality hits me like a ton of bricks. "I can't. I have to get the castle in Arendelle ready for the ball. I've been gone far too long at this stage."

I cross my arms over my chest feeling disappointed. Sledding would be fun. I hate having so many responsibilities and having no time to enjoy myself. Anna must sense my disappointment.

"Elsa, you go have fun. I'll go back and finish the preparations." I look up at her and see determination on her face. "Just for tonight. Have one night to yourself. I don't mind." I look uncertainly at her. "Elsa," she says more sternly. "Go! Go have fun."

She pushes me towards Jack. Jack holds out his hand for me to take. I stare at his hand. "It'll be faster to the top of the mountain if we fly," he explains. "And it's clear you need to have fun. I like fun. So, come on, Queen Elsa. Let your hair down, or something. We're going sledding."

With a final look at Anna who nods encouragingly, I take Jack's hand, enjoying the coldness and the way it feels around my hand. He pulls me up and around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. My heart is hammering against my chest, and I'm sure he can feel it.

"Don't worry. Flying is the best." He looks at Anna, Kristoff and Olaf. "See you three later." He winks at them, before he jumps off the balcony. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, my heart going faster than I thought possible. He pushes out his hand and a gush of wind opens the door.

We fly out into the open air. Soon, marshmallow is just a dot below us. I feel adrenaline course through my body. This is amazing. I feel so free as I look down at the snow covered mountain. I feel like a bird, never trapped by responsibilities and duties.

"This is amazing," I whisper, clutching onto Jack for dear life. It truly was spectacular. Everything seems so distant now; my problems, my worries, my duties. Nothing matted in this moment.

I smile, feeling the weight fall off my shoulders as Jack brought us higher into the mountain. This was amazing.


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