Rapunzel watched in horror as Jack, with no hesitation whatsoever, jumped out to his death. Without thinking, she darted to the window; expecting to see a gruesome sight as she looked toward the bottom of the tower. Shockingly, as her eyes scoured the perimeter below, she found no evidence that he had met such a terrible fate. Breathing heavily, she searched below for a body.

'Nothing…he just…disappeared?!' She tried to slow her breathing.

She stepped away; half panicked, and looked back at Pascal who was sitting on the countertop with his mouth open at what had just occurred. So many things were running through her mind that she failed to notice the trails of frost creeping their way through the window and up to the ceiling. Rapunzel ran her hands through her hair, trying to comprehend the possibilities of what might have happened to the boy before he hit the ground.

Although she had not seen it, Pascal quickly noticed the climbing frost. He hopped around, in an effort to alert his panicking friend, who was now pacing the floor and mumbling to herself. He was about to give up when his tail flicked over and knocked over her bottles of paint. She spun her head over to the noise as Pascal began to wave at her while pointing upwards.

Rapunzel looked up, with wide eyes, in wonder, to see trails of frost meeting at the center of the ceiling. Once the trails had all met, they burst into hundreds of white, lacey snowflakes. She gasped as they fell down, one softly landing on her nose. She had read about snow, but never before had she seen it or imagined it would look so beautiful. She looked around her; remembering the boy had claimed he was the mythical being from her fairytale books. Her mother had always told her that fairytales were fine; as long as she knew they did not, and could not exist. Could her own mother be wrong?

While contemplating this thought, she sensed a presence behind her. She didn't know how, but somehow she knew who was standing behind her. Slowly turning around she came face to face with the same boy she saw jump out her window; Jack Frost. She stared uncomfortably for a second or two, at the bright blue eyes watching her. He had this silly smile on his face, but it soon faded as she fell back in shock, knocking over everything behind her. Realizing how close she was, she made a desperate attempt to gain as much distance as possible between her and him.

"Y-You…How? I-I saw you jump out my…How?!" She panicked.

Pascal watched nervously as the mysterious winter spirit tried to calm the frantic girl, but before the boy could even get close, she held her pan out defensively, silently daring him to make another move. The boy held out his hands in surrender hoping to show he was not a threat.

"Please, I don't mean to frighten you. Do you believe I'm Jack Frost now?" He teased; regardless of Rapunzel's serious shaking and weapon, ready to knock him out in a heartbeat. She forced herself to lower her pan and calm her breathing. "Y-Yes, I do," she stuttered, noticing he was waiting for an answer. "But my only concern, is why are you here?" She asked in hopes of uncovering his intentions. He only stared down at the floor. "Well?" She insisted.

"Well, here goes nothing," he sighed, and began to explain everything: from him stumbling upon the tower, to him being invisible to everyone but her; he explained everything.

By the time he was done, Jack was looking up from the floor and back to Rapunzel. Somehow, he had managed to gain her full attention. She had lowered her weapon, er…frying pan, and was now sitting across from him with a half pitying, half curious expression on her face. He nervously glanced back at the floor. "Do you believe me?" He asked. It took a moment for her to snap out of her thoughts and notice he was finished with his tale. She shifted uneasily in her seat. He could only sit there and hope she would believe everything he told her. He didn't want her to tell him to leave. He didn't want to be alone again.

"I believe you," she finally answered in a soft voice after a tight silence. He jolted his head up, trying to contain his pure joy for her sake. Pascal was lying in her lap, waiting for some person to make the next move. Jack watched as she pushed her hair behind her ear and inhaled sharply. "So…what now?" She asked. He thought about this. From what he had already experienced, he knew the hair was a rather touchy topic for her, for reasons he may never know. "When's the last time you went outside?" He finally asked, noticing that the tower didn't exactly have any doors. She looked up and Jack could see she was trying to hide the pain in her expression and in her words. "Well…you see I've never…left….before," she tried to say this as best she could without keeping eye contact. He looked at her with a look of pure shock and horror on his face. For a moment Jack thought he might have a heart attack. "N-NEVER?!" He gasped in disbelief. "Y-your joking right?!" He watched as her eyes grew sadder. "No, my feet have never touched the ground before," she said in a dull tone. "But it's alright. I have everything I will ever need right here," she tried to reassure him. "I'm safe here."

He couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She had never even touched the ground before? Never even left the inside of her home?! It was already clear, through her emotions, that she wanted to go outside, so why doesn't she? He remembered back on what her mother had told her before leaving. Her mother was the one making Rapunzel stay in this tower. He had seen mothers keep their children close and away from the dangers of the outside world out of protective instincts, but never had he heard of someone who was about his age that had never once gone outside. That would also mean that, unless another person lives here as well, she has never seen another person before, other than her mother.

She was alone, just like him.