"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

-Evil Queen (Snow White)

Jack blinked twice, the fear in his eyes reflected in his sister's as she struggled to keep her balance on the ice that was starting to break beneath her. "It's okay, it's okay! Don't look down, just look at me."

"Jack," she whimpered. "I'm scared."

"I know, I know." He made a small step forward, jagged lines now forming under his feet. "But you're going to be all right. You're not going to fall in. We're going to have a little fun instead!"

"No we're not!"

"Would I trick you?"

"Yes," she cried. "You always play tricks!"

"W-well not this time," he reassured her. "I promise, I promise you're…you're going to be fine. You have to believe in me."

His sister hesitated in front of him, but her eyes were full of trust as she nodded her head. He thought for a moment when an idea hit him, "You want to play a game? We're going to play hopscotch, like we play every day."

She smiled slightly as she watched Jack take one step to the side, "It's as easy as one…" he pretended to lose his balance, she laughed. "Two…three!"

He made it safely to the side and grabbed a stick nearby. "Now it's your turn. One…two…three!"

He grabbed his sister with the crook of his stick and pushed her out of harm's way. They both looked at each other in relief; his sister was now safe. Jack stood up for a moment feeling triumphant when suddenly he heard the ice break beneath him. The last thing he saw was his sister's hand reaching out to him before he plunged into the cold depths of the pond. She desperately called out his name before he disappeared.

"Jack!"

"Jack!"

He snapped his eyes open, panting heavily as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. In front of him were his fellow guardians, all with the same concerned look on their faces. The tooth fairy flew over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Jack are you all right? We heard you screaming."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. "It's nothing, just a bad dream."

"Do you need Sandy here to help you sleep?" North asked, gesturing towards the tiny golden guardian beside him.

"No I just need some fresh air."

"Aye, c'mon mate, you were screaming bloody murder just now," said Bunnymund.

"I'm fine," Jack hopped out of bed and gravitated towards the window. "I just need to be alone right now."

"All right, but we're here for you Jack," the Tooth Fairy said sadly before watching the winter spirit fly off.

It had been months since Jack opened the tooth box that revealed who he was before he became the infamous Jack Frost. At first he was happy; Jack finally knew who he was before he was a guardian. He had a family, and more importantly he had a sister who he saved. But the more he replayed the memories in his head, the more distraught Jack felt. All he could see was the look on his sister's face before he died playing over and over again in his mind. He could almost feel the icy water piercing through his veins as the life was drained out of him.

Jack shook his head to break his train of thought. Unconsciously, the wind had flown him to his hometown in Burgess. He looked down and found that he was floating on top of the very pond that he spent his last few minutes of his life on. He shuddered at the reminder of his death when he noticed the pond was shining; he flew down to get a closer look. He got on his knees, his palms pressing against the frozen pond as he watched a person pacing back and forth on the other side.

It was like looking in a mirror but instead of his own reflection, Jack saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire existence. She was playing with the ends of her hair that was arranged in an intricate French braid. She bit down on her magenta lips as she looked down at her teal dress; her fingers moved to trace the black sleeves of her outfit. Suddenly she waved her hand and her outfit transformed into an off-the-shoulder crystal blue dress that shimmered brightly in the sun. Jack widened his eyes, she's like me.

He knocked on the ice beneath him to get her attention. She looked around in confusion and gasped in surprise when her cerulean eyes met his.

"Who are you?" he asked. She cocked her head to the side; he repeated his question. She shook her head and held her hand close to her ears.

"You can't hear me," Jack crossed his arms in front of him. Suddenly he had an idea; with his staff, he froze part of the pond with frost and wrote out the words "My name is Jack Frost."

Her jaw dropped when he revealed his powers; she mimicked his actions. "I'm Elsa."

"Elsa," Jack said to himself, he liked the sound of her name. "It's nice to meet you, Elsa."

"Are you in my castle?"

"Castle? No, I'm sitting on top of a pond."

She shook her head, "That's impossible. I'm standing in front of a wall in my ice castle."

"Well I beg to differ, because there is no castle in sight from where I am."

"How strange…"

"I think this is rather lucky than strange."

"How so?"

"I got to meet you."

Even through the dim reflection of the pond, Jack could see a faint blush forming on Elsa's cheeks. He smirked as he watched her write something else, "Well aren't you quite the charmer?"

Jack was about to respond back when he saw her look up suddenly. "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Already?" Jack pouted as he wrote this.

She put a hand up to her mouth to hide her smile, "Will you come again tomorrow?"

"I promise," she smiled at his response; Jack watched her walk away. She turned around and waved at him before disappearing around a corner. He made a mental note to come back tomorrow and with that he flew back to the North Pole.

"You seem to be in a better mood," Bunnymund said when Jack arrived.

"Are you feeling better?" Tooth asked anxiously.

"Yeah, I just needed some fresh air."

The next day, Jack flew back to the same spot and waited patiently for Elsa to arrive. He sat on the ice and lazily drew some snowflakes. He closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against the surface of the pond when he heard a knock. He sat up suddenly to see an amused Elsa responding to his drawing with one of her own.

"Hello Jack, your drawings are very cute."

"Cute? I beg to differ! My snowflakes are the epitome of manliness."

And so they wrote to each other almost every day. Sometimes when Elsa didn't show up, Jack would leave her little messages for her to come back to; he never told her how long he would wait before giving up and returning the next day. Jack told her stories about the other guardians and the duties he held as the guardian of fun. She seemed to enjoy his stories, always fidgeting with excitement as he wrote out the details of his adventures. Elsa told Jack about her responsibilities as the queen of Arendelle and of her sister Anna, who recently became engaged to her lover Kristoff.

She told him about her years in isolation and how her powers spun out of control the night of her coronation. Jack saw the sadness in her eyes as she wrote about this difficult time in her life. He moved his hand forward to comfort her but was met with the cool exterior of the pond. She noticed his actions and brought her hand up to his. They were so close and yet so far. Eventually, he wrote to her the story of how he died, trembling slightly as he recalled the painful memories.

"I'm so sorry, Jack."

"It's okay it was a very long time ago."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I wish you were here with me."

"Me too," She was about to write something, but hesitated. "I have to go, same time tomorrow?"

"I'll be here."

After Elsa left, Jack sighed in frustration. He flew back to North's workshop. That night he dreamt of him and his sister skating happily on top of the pond. The dream began to shift form and suddenly Elsa was in front of him, with a pair of skates of her own beckoning him to come join her. He happily flew over to her and grabbed her hand. Jack woke up, his hand grabbing at the thin air in front of him. He closed his eyes again and tried to imagine what it would be like to hold Elsa's hand. Jumping out of bed, Jack grabbed his staff and headed towards the pond with a look of determination on his face. Today he would try to find a way to reach Elsa.

When he arrived, he examined the pond before him. The only thing that separated them was the surface of the pond, and to reach her all Jack had to do was break the ice. He hesitated, what if he broke the frozen layer of the pond and lose the only form of communication with Elsa? He burrowed his eyebrows but decided to try anyway if it meant that he'd be able to reach her. He put both hands on his staff, ready to strike the ice; however, his staff stopped inches above the ice. He took a step backwards and dropped his staff as the image of his life ending plagued his mind. He was scared; there was no possible way that he could ever relive plunging through the ice cold water.

But then he thought back to the past couple of months when he first started talking to Elsa and suddenly he wasn't afraid anymore. He imagined her smile and how her nose crinkled when she laughed. Only one thought crossed his mind: I have to see her.

Without hesitation, he picked his staff and made repeated blows to the ice. He struck again and again, the ice cracking with each hit. Gripping the staff with all his strength, he made one last blow before falling into the icy waters. He waved his arms frantically as he tried to swim back to the surface. Darkness began to surround him and Jack could feel his entire body growing numb. He closed his eyes, feeling the all too familiar sensation of drowning overcome him. As he sunk further and further down, he could almost hear his sister's voice calling him.

"Jack."

He could feel his consciousness drifting as the voice grew louder, "Jack."

He felt a hand grab his and pull him forward. Jack gasped for air as he was being pulled out; he fell forward and found himself landing on top of Elsa.

"Jack," she gasped, putting both her hands on the sides of his face. Her voice was sweet and enchanting, a melody that he wanted to listen to forever.

"Elsa," he whispered, his eyes focusing on hers.

"I came back to my castle and you looked like you were unconscious so I tried to break my wall," she babbled. "Are you all right?"

"I am now," he helped her up so that they were sitting across from each other on the floor, her hands still on his face. He placed his hand on her cheek to make sure that she was actually in front of him. "Thank you for saving me."

"I like the sound of your voice." She placed her hand over his, "I can't believe you're actually here."

He smiled as he intertwined his fingers with hers, "I'm here Elsa, I'm here."