Well, here's chapter four. Hope you enjoy and please note that I do not own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen.


Day after day, and night after night the same things would happen. Elsa would wake up, eat, stare out the window, read, try to talk to Anna, but fail, and go to sleep. Nothing ever changed since Elsa moved to her new room.

And today, once again, Elsa was leaning against the wooden door, waiting for the sound of footsteps to appear. And when they were heard, Elsa's heart began to race. She closed her eyes, imagining it was Anna, Kai, or her parents. She smiled.

But just as quickly as they had come, they disappeared. Elsa turned around and pressed her ear against the door, wanting to desperately hear the footsteps, but they were already gone. "Come back," she whispered, shutting her eyes.

A breeze flew in from the open window, hitting Elsa and causing her to shiver. She opened her eyes and stared out the open window. Maybe if she just…

Elsa walked towards the window and leaned out a bit to look down. It was a big drop. Would she be able to climb down and play amongst the children without hurting one? Or could she build a snowman outside the kingdom walls? Elsa lifted one foot over the windowsill and another cold gush of wind hit her a bit harder, causing her to stumble backwards and fall to the ground.

She sighed. "Of course I can't climb down that way—even the wind is telling me no." She looked towards the door. "I can't go that way." Elsa leaned back to lie down but hit her head against the edge of her bed. She grabbed the back of her head, letting out a painful moan as she lied on her side. "What am I supposed to do?"

Was there anything for Elsa to do? She couldn't go outside because her powers are still out of control, her sister would see her if she were to go out the door. No matter how badly she wanted to go and play in the woods, climbing down will not do her justice. All Elsa wanted was a friend. Someone like—

"Someone like me," she barely whispered.

"I mean—I've been alone for three hundred years—how can you want to be alone for so long."

Elsa froze. Was someone outside her door? She instantly got up and crawled towards the door, pressing her ear against the wooden object. But she could hear nothing. Had they left already? Elsa reached for the doorknob and twisted it open. She peaked her head out the door and saw nothing—not a light from a candle or a shadow. She stood up and took several steps out, peaking around the corner to see if anyone was walking down.

Nothing.

Elsa walked back into her room and closed the door behind her. She felt a bit perplexed. Was she hearing things? Was Elsa finally going mad? She shook her head and walked towards the window again.

"You even tried to jump out a window—you must be crazy or something."

This time Elsa for sure heard something. She turned around slowly and scanned her room, but found nothing. She lightly hit her cheeks. She was not going insane. She just might be tired. Maybe reading a good story before falling asleep will do Elsa some good. She walked over to her desk and opened the book she has been reading, but remember she finished it. She sighed, closing the book, picking it up, and started making her way towards her bookshelf. She placed it in an empty spot.

"I don't understand why she's trying so hard to be close to you. You're obviously having those moments teenagers go through when they want to be alone, yet you keep saying you want some sort of happy ending. I don't understand you."

Elsa shut her eyes. She was practically begging that she wasn't going insane as she slowly turned around and opened her eyes. No one was in the room. Why was this happening to her? Now all Elsa wanted was for someone to really be in her room.

There was a sigh, and Elsa froze. Right before her eyes a young man appeared; first his feet, then his legs, and then his whole body. His hair was white as snow, and eyes as blue and light as a gem. He wore a shirt that Elsa has only seen once when she went to another country—a blue hooded sweater, with bits of frost around his collar; trousers that looked bandaged with a lighter color from his knees and down; he had no shoes and had a shepherds staff in his right hand.

Elsa screamed stumbling backwards and hit the bookshelf behind her, causing several books to fall from their place and hit the floor; her scream startling the young man. She covered her eyes with her hands, shaking her head wildly.

"I'm imagining things—I'm going crazy," she said. She didn't want to believe that a random man appeared before her in her room. That would just be insane. Elsa peaked from behind her hands to see the young man staring at her in shock. She quickly covered her eyes again. "I'm dreaming this—please Elsa wake up!"

Elsa moved away from her bookshelf and started to pace around her room, hitting her cheeks and pinching her arms, hoping to wake up. But nothing was happening—she wasn't waking up. "Come on, Elsa, wake up!" But he was still there, and he was now making his way towards her. "S-stay away," she said, pointing at him.

"You can see me?" he asked her, his voice sounding like silk.

"How did you get in here?" she asked, ignoring his question.

But he ignored hers as he dropped his staff and walked up to her, grabbing her hands in his. He smiled happily. "You can see me! Someone who is not a child can see me!"

"What are you talking about, and how did you get into my room? I never saw the door open."

But the young man ignored her questions again and turned his attention out the window. "She's leaving," he whispered. He turned his attention towards Elsa, back out the window and to Elsa again. "Damn. I have to go, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay? Leave your window open." With his foot, he slid it under his staff and kicked it up in his hands.

Leave her window open? Did he actually come in through her window? But how if she saw him magically appear before her eyes?

He made his way towards the open window and stood on the windowsill. He looked back towards her, saluted, and jumped out the window. Elsa gasped as she ran towards the window expecting to find him falling towards his death, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm going insane," she told herself. "I am really going insane."