Would she remember me?

I was almost there, my fourth visit. Other children just weren't like her, I was nervous. I wanted to visit her more often but as I drifted up towards her window, I began wringing my staff in my hands.

She was playing quietly in her room. At first, she didn't see me. She held her hand over a small toy horse and there were snowflakes raining down from her hand.

"Elsa?" I whispered, I was unbelievably confused.

How did she do that?

"Jack." She whispered. She turned around and smiled so wide her eyes lit up. She ran to the window scaling the sill easily now, she was taller and significantly more articulate.

"Hello," she said, bashfully.

"Hello, Elsa." I laughed. Her sweet smile and beautiful eyes were disarming. "Can you show me how you make snow?" I asked, confusion still weighing on my elation.

She ran back to where the toy horse lay motionless. She picked it up and placed it beside her on the sill. Kneeling in front of it she put her hand over it and small flakes gently began to fall. They settled on the horses back.

"Just like you." She said, looking up at me. The snow stopped falling from her tiny fingers. She played with the horse making it ride on the air from side to side.

"How'd you learn how to do that?" I asked tentatively.

"I just knew." She said. "Can you make snow too?"

I laughed and cupped my hands. A small snowflake grew into a large snowball. Then I turned around and threw it. She laughed.

"Come in," She bade. "Come play."

"I can't," I said sadly. I knew she wouldn't be able to reach the latch, let alone undo it.

I frosted the bottom of the window. She wiped away a section and caught a glimpse of my face before I moved. She wiped away another section and I moved again before she could see me. She wiped more frost a little to her left and this time I stayed. She laughed when she found me.

I laughed too. None of it made any sense. Her laughter receded to a smile, then her eyes grew sad as she wiped the frost away in the panes around my face.

"Mum and dad say it's bad. Can you help?" She confessed. She touched the glass where my hand rested. Some ice spread from her fingers. I curled my fingertips gently, it hurt to speak.

"I… can't." I whispered back. I wanted to help her so badly. My own smile seemed to collapse.

"Why?" She said. There was still sadness in her eyes. "Anna likes it."

"Who's Anna?" I replied.

"My sister. She's just a baby." Elsa answered, smiling again. "It makes her laugh. Could you visit on her birthday too?"

"Elsa, you can come out of your room now. Your time out is over." Said a deep voice just on the other side of the door.

"I'm sorry… I can't… I'll explain when you're older. I have to go now." I excused myself. Her sadness was weighing on my conscience and her father was turning the door knob.

"Bye, Jack." She said, touching the window.

"Goodbye, Elsa." I whispered, feeling the warmth fade from my heart as the wind pushed me away from her.