Elsa stood against her bed breathing heavily. A dark figure was standing on her window sill. Even in the darkness she could see those bright blue eyes. She wanted to say something, to say anything, but she couldn't get a single word out. All those rehearsed conversations she'd been planning alone in her room had faded from sight. She was surprised, to say the least. She didn't think she'd ever see him again. She'd spent so long telling herself that her parents were right, he was just imaginary. It saved her the pain of knowing that he'd left her. But now, here he stood, tall and handsome, with the moon glowing brightly behind him. He laughed and smiled. Oh, that smile. She'd forgotten how lifting, how perfect, it was. It had been so long… A sudden anger built up inside of her. It had been so long. So long since he'd left her with no note, no explanation. Just silence and dead parents.
"Jack Frost!" she yelled, finally finding words. The sudden outburst startled him and he fell off the window sill and came tumbling into her room. Before he could get back up she was already fuming. "JACK FROST! Where have you been for the past three years?! You left me! You left me all alone, just like my parents! How could you? You were supposed to help me! Because of you I almost killed my sister. I couldn't control it, Jack. And where were you?" Jack stood there in awe, staring at Elsa's furiously red face. He'd never seen her this angry before. The red soon faded though. She looked him straight in the eyes. "Why?" she asked in a much quieter tone. "Why did you leave me?" Her head sunk into her hands.
Jack stood there for a second, not really sure what to do. If this was still the little Elsa he used to know, he would have known exactly how to react. But this wasn't his little Elsa anymore. She had grown up. She was queen. And he? He was the same old Jack. Hadn't aged a bit, hadn't done anything more with his life after he left her besides create a bunch of snow.
"Elsa…" he hesitated, then stepped closer. His hand reached out towards her chin and picked her head up. Her blue eyes rose to his. My, how she'd grown. She was a young woman now. A beautiful one. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean for that to happen." She closed her eyes for a second. She could feel his fingers lifting her chin. The small feeling of loneliness that had resonated inside of her had diminished.
"So, are you here to stay?"
"Of course I'm here to stay." That smile grew on his face again. "So I saw you out with your sister today on the ice. It must be great to have her back again." Elsa nodded. "What happened while I was, uh, gone?"
"Well… I sent our village into an eternal winter…" She watched Jacks stunned face with amusement. "I almost killed my sister." His eyes grew wider.
"Gosh, Elsa, you're a mess." She glared. "Sorry, keep going."
"Everyone found out about my power. But I did it, Jack. I can control it. The villagers don't hate me. I'm queen!"
"So you didn't need my help after all," he smirked. "I knew you could do it on your own." Elsa's smile faded.
"Where were you, Jack? Why did you leave?" Jack stood there for a second, tapping things with his stick to make frost grow. She kept her intense gaze on him, waiting for an answer.
"I… The moon talked to me, Elsa. It was the first time he's talked to me since he told me my name when I first woke. I had to go."
"What did the moon tell you?"
"That's between the moon and myself." Elsa sighed, but she knew that if he didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't. She began to yawn.
"Oh, right, I guess you're tired, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not tired. I'm fin-" she was interrupted by another yawn. Jack laughed.
"Go to bed Elsa. I'll be here in the morning. I'm not going anywhere."
"Do you need a place to sleep?"
"No. I'm immortal, remember?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. Well, good night, Jack Frost." Elsa laid her head down, her blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow. Despite her excitement, Elsa drifted off into sleep as soon as her eyes closed. Jack watched her chest rise and fall calmly with each breath. It had been a long while since she was able to go to sleep with such calmness.
"Hey, Sandman, give her some good dreams, okay?" Jack called out into the night. He stood perched on his stick for a while, then flew out into the chill night.
