"You may stay here for the night." Elsa said, opening one of the doors and revealing a room with an ice bed, ice desk, and ice wardrobe.

"Wow, you really thought of everything, huh?" He asked as he opened up the wardrobe. There were even designs in the doors of the wardrobe and etched into the knobs. Suddenly a thought struck him, and he asked, "But if everything's ice, can't you see through it?"

With a flick of her wrist, the clear ice frosted over, and she said, "If it truly bothers you, you can leave."

"Come on, we showed each other our powers and you're still shutting me out?" He asked, smiling easily at her. "Think of the awesome snowball fights we can have."

"Goodnight, Jack." She said, clearly not amused as she turned around.

"Goodnight, my queen." He said with a grin, and she paused, beginning to turn back before she harrumphed once more and stormed away. He watched her silhouette as it made its way back to the grand staircase, and he smiled to himself. She'll come around, he thought to himself, She just needs some time to think everything over. As do I.

He hadn't expected to find the mysterious queen in her own ice palace in the mountains, but he could hardly complain. She seemed so much more in command of herself and her abilities than she had at the coronation, and it gladdened him to know that—even if it meant that she more confidently shut him out.

As for her powers, he'd never seen anything as beautiful as her palace. Or her, a small voice said in the back of his mind, and he smiled to himself. Watching her singing on her balcony had made the breath catch his throat, and seeing the shy smile in her eyes when she'd showed him her powers had made his heart warm. He wondered why she'd been so timid before and why she still insisted that he leave her, but he knew that pushing her would only make her turn away from him, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Finally, he'd found someone who could see him and who might understand what it was like to have these strange ice powers. And if she was the same girl he'd seen crying in her room all those years ago, she might know what it was like to be alone, too. Frowning to himself, he made a mental note to ask her about that if he ever got the opportunity.

Shaking his head, he told himself, Don't get too far ahead of yourself, as he pulled back the ice quilt. Cocking his head to the side, he felt the fine material. It reminded him of the material of her dress, and it was the same light blue color. He poked the ice mattress with his staff and was surprised to find it give slightly. He sat down hesitantly and smiled in amazement when it shifted to accommodate for his weight. He lay down and settled in, resting his staff against the headboard as he got comfortable.

He drifted off to sleep, but before he knew it, he was awoken by a blood-curdling scream from across the hall.