Chapter Four

Jack threw the snowball at her face.

"Wha…" Elsa, surprised, wiped the snow off her face. Jack was up in the air, holding his stomach and laughing. "Ha! You should see the look on your face!" He threw another one, which Elsa dodged.

"C-can you NOT?" Elsa shouted. "This is not the time to be playing games of any kind!"

Jack chuckled, packing another snowball. "Oh, Elsa. Rule number one with Jack Frost: It's ALWAYS times for fun and games." He threw another ball, which Elsa evaded, only to find five more hit her smack in the face.

"Ugh!" Elsa said, outraged. How DARE this boy not realize she wasn't in the mood for a snowball fight? Sure, it was pretty amazing that somebody else had this power…not only that, the boy—Jack Frost—could fly too! How? Was this really happening?

Was this really happening?

Jack was ecstatic. A little confused, but ecstatic. He had gone looking for her, and there she was, in front of him, alive and kicking. Strangely, Pitch hadn't been lying. Jack couldn't understand that part, but…It was her, Elsa! Sure she was a bit different than what Jack had imagined in his head, a lot taller, a lot older, and a lot more…beautiful.

Yeah, she was really beautiful. Jack got an odd feeling in his chest, one he'd never had before. It was a tight, warm feeling. What was it? Oh, I know, Jack thought. It's because I'm so excited to play with Elsa!

He flew a few steps towards Elsa. "C'mon, don't be so down in the dumps! Having fun isn't hard, not when you have ice powers!"

"I'm sorry, but no," Elsa said with obvious impatience. "I don't need to have any…fun. All I want is to understand how-" The snowball hit the Queen straight in the nose and all the patience Elsa thought she had disappeared in an instant.

"Oh yeah?" Elsa shouted at the boy. She threw a snowball the size of a boulder at him, and bull's-eye! She got him!

Jack had been taken by surprise and had stopped smiling. He'd almost fallen out the air. Elsa was laughing sarcastically. "Well, ha-ha-ha, Mr. Frost! Two can play at this game!"

This means war, Jack and Elsa thought at the same moment.

In that second, a blur of snowballs were sent at each side, snow forts had been built, and plans to conquer had been laid out. To Jack's surprise, Elsa, who was really just playing in hopes of getting some answers, was a brilliant schemer; she'd pretended to give up, but when he got close to her she attacked him with more balls of snow.

Finally, the battle had finished, and neither side won. Elsa collapsed down to her knees, panting. She'd never done something like that before, but she knew she was frustrated with this stubborn boy, who wouldn't answer her questions, who decided to randomly start a snowball fight without warning.

But there was another feeling inside her, a weird one.

"You had fun, didn't you?" Jack Frost asked. He'd lain back and rest his head on Elsa's lap, and the Queen's cheeks burst into flames. "Wha-what the—what are you-," Jack shushed her. "It's okay, don't freak out."

Elsa was skeptical, but there was something about what he said. It was true, she did have fun, if only for a little bit.

"So, so you're not…afraid of me?" Elsa asked the boy.

He smiled at her. "No! You're not scary, you're wonderful! And quite the strategist, I must admit!"

Elsa playfully raised her nose in the air. "Well, I can't argue with that!"

Jack's face flushed as he detected a small smile on Elsa's face.

Jack stared at her, leaving her to wonder if there was something wrong with her face or something. Then, without warning, he ran his hand in her hair.

"Besides…" he said. "Why would anyone be afraid of such a pretty girl like you?"

Elsa blushed as if her face had been set on fire. "Well, uh…"

Then a voice came out from behind them. "Hello? Elsa? Anybody home?" Elsa recognized the voice immediately; it was Anna.

All thoughts of anything left the Snow Queen's mind and she pushed Jack's head of her lap. "Anna?"

Jack felt he shouldn't go after her. Anyways, he couldn't really think.

The Queen's smiling face wouldn't leave his mind.