Once the blond woman had walked off and out of town, Jack decided to follow her – he wanted to know where she was going under such a blizzard, and that she would be OK.
He followed her to a palace of ice, and whistled – what a grand place… Why had he never thought of doing such a thing? He then stayed outside, riding the wind, waiting for her to leave again (she couldn't stay in here forever, could she?).
Fortunately, he did not have to wait long, as she soon came out with a travelling cloak. Why had she not been wearing it before he wondered? And where were the servants and guards of the palace?
Before his curiosity and mischief got the best of him and he went to explore the palace, he decided he would continue to follow her for a bit – she was after all an unknown entity, who lived in an ice palace…
He stayed a while behind her, in case she heard or saw him, and observed her throughout their travels. For someone who liked looking in on "family life" and warm feelings, she did tend to avoid people a lot. She stayed to a path and never consulted a map, and the blizzard blew around her, sometimes more gentle, sometimes harsher, but in some ways a friend to them both.
When she was deep in thought, and moving a little slower, he decided to touch down for a bit. He thanked the wind, and started climbing trees not far from the path.
He had not seen the blond man and his reindeer approach the fair haired woman, but he heard the – rather high – exclamation from a male voice just seconds after starting his climb.
"Your majesty!" the voice had said – had he heard wrong? This lady was getting more interesting all the time! If only he could hear what they were talking about.
And so, he jumped off the tree and asked the wind to carry him again.
He flew over head to see the expressions of the two travelers. The man had a look of hope which was quickly dashed within seconds of his summoning of the wind.
As he was passing over their heads, and the blizzard started to rage once more, Jack saw her conjure an ice creature and leave - crystals of snow slowly sliding down her face now she had turned her back on man and moose. He also heard the final outcry of the man as she left.
He looked at her, and at them – the creature was starting to dangle the man. He decided he would go help him, and find her later. He was never good with crying girls anyway…
The meeting with the blond icebreaker (pardon the pun), left Jack intrigued. He had tried to learn a bit more about the blond woman throughout the conversation, and had only gathered that her name was Elsa, and that she was a queen who also controlled ice.
He had left the man, Kristoff, and his more intelligent counterpart on the mountain, after saying that he did not know if he could help, but that if he found a way, he would find them to let them know.
Of course, there was only one way at this stage to thaw the frozen heart of one of the sisters… And it was to thaw the heart of the other.
He had the wind bring him back to her, where she was sitting, in the woods by a lake, looking so lost and forlorn, he thought he could see himself…
How many times had Jack sat beside the lake he had drowned in wishing things had been different, wishing he had not wanted to go ice skating on that fateful day and that his sister and family were still alive and well. Better not leave her sitting there too long.
"Hello miss", he greeted as he strolled down the path between two trees meters away from her.
She looked up and assumed her poker face once again.
"How did you find me? Where did you go when we met earlier?" Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears, and yet her curiosity was strikingly visible within them. Eyes are the window to the soul he thought, and wondered if his own eyes were just as expressive.
"I err… well, I followed you actually" he sheepishly admitted, in his best innocent expression.
Her eyes grew wide in fear, thinking of her ice palace and the meeting with Kristoff no doubt… He hurried to stop her from thinking the worst "That palace is marvelous, I must express my deepest admiration to the sculptor. Would you like a miniature copy?" before she could wonder at that question, he extended his hand, and made a miniature ice palace rest on his palm.
"Who are you?" she said, still distrustful, but extremely curious.
"Pardon me your majesty, I am just an orphan called Jack who has it would seem, more than one hobby in common with someone of your abilities…" He saw her take a step back, and let out a horrified look at being called your majesty by a complete stranger – it would seem that she did not wish to be recognized.
"How do you…?" she said in one breath, as if afraid of the answer.
"I heard your conversation with that ice breaker person… He's a bit of a fixer upper, but once you get past the angry way he talks he seems OK…"
"What on earth are you on about?" she laughed – a tinkle of sound that seemed to fit in very well with the snowy atmosphere.
"Would you mind if I joined you in your travels", he asked, not expecting the almost immediate rebuttal.
"No." It was clear, and simple. Her eyes flashed as she said it, but he had to try, and so he insisted.
"I will either join you or follow you, it's your choice. I'd rather we got past this awkward stalker like relationship of ours."
"Then simply stop following me".
"I won't".
And that's how the snow fight began, in between her creatures, and his blasts of ice.