He had not been just imagining it. He actually felt the fibers on her coat. He lifted his head to look at her once she spoke.

"U-uh…" Was all he was able to get out before Elsa screamed. In panic, she threw a fist in his direction, missing when Jack dodged and she hit the wall.

"W-who are you!? Wh-what do you want?!" Elsa stood immediately, frantically shoving past a tipped over chair in her way.

"Elsa. I-it's me, Jack. Y-you…can see me?!" He smiled, breathless and dazed.

"We'll yeah! I can see you! G-get out of my room before I call the guards!" She balled up her fists until she found her gloves on the floor. Shoving them on, she kept her eyes on Jack.

Jack put up his hands. "P-princess. It's…it's just me…" He pleaded. "I won't hurt you. You…completely forgot everything?" He started to step toward her.

"Get out!" She stomped her foot. Ice formed beneath Jack, making him lose his footing. Wind rolled across the floor, shoving Jack into the air towards the window. He caught himself in the sill, arms stretched out, gripping the wood tightly.

"E-elsa! Please! My name is Jack! C-calm down, P-PLEASE!" He yelled over the wind. The last thing he wanted was to be thrown out the window again.

"I don't know you who the hell you think you are, but breaking into royal bed chamber is-"

"Can we please have this conversation inside?!" He yelled, fingers dragging along the wood. Not having control scared Jack, and he had no control over the wind currents right now which gave him flight. For all he knew, she could send him flying into the ocean or into another cliff.

"Why should I trust you!?" She glared, shaking.

"B-because I've never done anything to hurt you and I never will! P-please let me down!" He gulped. The wind slowly started to calm as Elsa did. Jack let out a deep breath, falling into the cushion inside the window.

"Now who are you?" She glared. "I want answers as to how you got into my bedroom."

"The window."

"The window?" She asked.

"You can really see me?"

"YES. What is WRONG with you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Are you mad?"

"N-no. I …at least I don't think so." He shook his head. "M-maybe I hit my head too hard when I fell out of the tree…" He rubbed his head. "I…" He stared at her. Maybe for too long, but he couldn't help it. He never imagined her to turn out so beautiful. He always thought she was, of course, but not like this. Jack lost his train of thought as his eyes locked to hers.

Elsa backed up slowly. His voice was calming, which was very confusing. Never before has a person calmed her down so quickly, let alone got her power to subside like it did. "W-who... who are you exactly?" She gulped. Still unsure of how much she could trust him.

"For the hundredth time, I'm Jack." He sighed. Elsa shook her head.

"I've never met you. I don't understand where you got that idea. How did you get into my window, Jack?" She glared.

"I got in here as I always have. I flew." He motioned to the window.

"You…flew…" She rolled her eyes with a straight tone.

"Yes, Princess. I have… I have your powers." He opened his hand, a snowball formed in his palm. Elsa's reaction was not what he was expecting.

"Y-you're cursed too…" She spoke breathlessly, staring at the snowball. The moment of calmness left the room almost instantly once she smacked the snowball from his hand defensively. "I want you to leave." She glared coldly. Elsa had never before met anyone with her power. This scared her. The safety of her sister and the kingdom ran through her mind. The fear of no control came rushing over the 18 year old.

"Elsa… I want to fix this. Please. Y-you have to tell me what you remember! You have to tell me what happened to-"

"Look. I don't know who you are. I've never seen you before in my life and if you DON'T leave, I will make you leave." She lifted up her hand after slipping her glove off. Jack nodded, putting up his hands.

"A-alright, Princess. I'll leave. Y-you don't have to be afraid of me though." He gulped with a frown.

"I am NOT afraid of you." She held her hand up still, shaking. It was true that this boy intimidated her very much. She wanted him gone as soon as possible.

"Okay… I… I'm going." He stepped up into the sill, promising himself that this would not be the last time he would see her. He was going to find out what happened to her memory, one way or another. And he would find out how to fix it. He bowed low to her. "I am very sorry, Princess for frightening you. Just…Please keep your window open." Jack asked of her as he exited the window. Before Elsa got to the window to watch him fly away, he was gone.

Elsa gulped, closing the window silently; she then looked to her bedside table where a small portrait sat of the late King and Queen of Arendelle. Elsa walked slowly to the table, picking up the framed portrait, running her fingers across the faces of her parents. "What do I do now, mom?" She had so many unanswered questions. As did Jack.


"Hello?!" He grumbled, pacing a line back and forth while avoiding the large boulders. "Can't anyone HEAR me?!" His voice echoed. This warm area made Jack uncomfortable, but it was the only place he thought could help him.

"Jack Frost… Why have you come here?" A strong voice came from behind him.

"Grandpabbie…? Who's that?" A young boy stood behind many of the boulders as he spoke to the one that stood upright. The 15 year old glared. He was protective of his family despite the fact that they could defend themselves easily. Jack only saw the trolls once many years ago when Anna had gotten hurt. He never spoke to one of them, but he hoped more than anything they could tell him what happened to Elsa's memories.

"Excuse me for intruding. I have come for your help." Jack watched as one by one, each boulder flipped up and presented a face and two ears.

"What has gone so wrong, my boy?" The elder troll asked after rolling up behind him.

"Princess Elsa...she has-" Was all he was able to get out before the troll threw an acorn at his forehead. "O-OW! What was that f-"

"This is your fault for not coming to me sooner, boy." The elder troll said.

"W-what? You mean you knew that-"

"That her memory had been toyed with. Yes."

"Toyed with? I thought she had just stopped believing in me. What do you-"

"Stopped believing, Jack? Do you stop believe in the moon when the sun comes up?"

"No…" Jack blinked.

"Do you stop believing in the sun when the clouds block it out?" The troll rolled his eyes.

"Well, no. But what's that got to do with- OW! Stop it!" He rubbed his head after another acorn was thrown.

"Then why do you think Elsa would ever forget about you? It is not that simple, boy."

"Stop calling me boy. I'm a lot older than I look." Jack glared. The elder troll chuckled, shaking his head.

"You have no idea." He laughed to himself. "Pay attention boy." He grabbed Jacks collar, yanking him down to eye level.

"Y-yes?" Jack blinked.

"The head plays a very strange game. It can be persuaded and talked into many things. It is the heart that truly bends and breaks and mends us into who we are." He said, poetically.

"I don't get it." Jack looked at the troll like he was crazy.

"Elsa's memories were not changed or erased. They were blocked by fear itself. A heart and mind filled with fear has taken over entirely."

"But…but she can see me now! Why can she see me now, but before this-"

"Only those who believe in you are able to see, correct?" The troll asked.

"Well, yeah…"

"Then whatever you did must have been powerful enough to get through to her memory of your existence. An act of true love."

"I …I just said I loved her." Jack gulped, still quite confused.

"It must have been very comforting words, Jack. If she was able to remember your existence, do not think it will stop there. If it is fear that blocks the memories, there is a chance that clearing that fear could bring Elsa to the point of remembering you."

"Really!? I-I knew it!" Jack lifted off the ground, doing a quick flip in the air and coming back down.

"But Jack… If the fear persists to cloud her judgment, do not let her go. Help her remember what it's like to let go of fear and she will remember you."

"I can do that! I…I have to! Thank you! Thank you so much!" He bowed, not really knowing why. "Someone is finally HELPFUL around here! No thanks to the moon!" He grumbled, rolling his eyes toward the sky. "o-OW!" Jack rubbed his head again. Another acorn. "What was that for?"

"Kids these days…never respecting their elders. My brother picked a strange one." He mumbled with a sigh, shaking his head.

"H-huh?" Jack raised an eyebrow while rubbing his temple.

"Not a very bright one either." He chuckled lightly. For this Troll's name was Pabbie, and in him existed the Spirit of Earth along with the many gifts that came with the title. In his brother, existed the Spirit of the Moon. But that was another story for another day. "Jack Frost. Go. There are many things planned for your future, but at this moment, your focus must only be on the future Queen of Arndell. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He nodded firmly. "Thank you for your help." He looked around. When his eyes came across the 15 year old human boy again, he winked. "It's time for a snow day." And with that, Jack Frost lifted off the ground with a burst of newly given energy and hope.