so, as promised, here's the next chapter, sorry it's later in the day than usual, but since I no longer have to get up early, this might turn into the more normal time:/ this chapter has a much different feel about it because, finally, there's a different "writer." It's been these chapters that are slowing me down, because I not quite sure what to have happen, but I think I still have another prewritten one that I can upload in two days and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to finish the next scene before then, seeing as I've now got access to the entire Frozen movie instead of just youtube clips and scenes I remember:/ thanks, Casey L. K for the favorite and follow, ElsaTheSnowQueen2 for the follow, and Aggregate Dragon and ElsaTheSnowQueen2 for the reviews, it feels good to know people are anxious for my next chapter upload, I'll try not to disappoint:) please enjoy:)
Jack loved the way seasons worked. It was always winter somewhere, which meant he always had somewhere to be! Unfortunately, though, in his short 24 years of existence he had yet to have seen what was in front of him. It was a girl, blonde, maybe twenty, running across the water. Just running over it, freezing it with each step. Of course he found this extremely interesting, considering he was the only person before now that he knew of who was able to do such a thing.
So, naturally, he followed her.
He stayed hidden above the tree line, not wanting to alarm her further, she seemed like she'd been through a lot already. She ran for what seemed like forever, and when she couldn't run anymore, she only switched to walking. She was trying to get away from something, that much was certain. Jack peered back the direction she had come from but he could no longer make out the town he had first found her leaving. He would have gone back to investigate, but she was still on the move, and if he allowed himself to lose sight of her in these woods, he most likely wouldn't find her again.
She was dressed extremely elegantly, he noticed, floating only a dozen or so feet above her. She was wearing a dark green gown with a purple train, it struck him as slightly odd clothing to be wandering around the wilderness in, but if the small crown on her head was any indication, she was probably royalty of some kind, maybe even a queen. He tilted his head in thought, why would a queen be on the run?
She continued walking for most of the night, not that it was exactly early when he first found her. Finally, she slowed and appeared to be talking to herself.
He moved closer to find she was chanting something. He frowned when he heard what it was.
"Don't let them in don't let them see, be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know."
He didn't like that chant, he believed people should always be true to themselves, not change for somebody else. He suddenly had an idea, and began forming a small snowflake in his hand. Before he could blow it onto her nose, though, she ceased chanting, staring determinedly at her glove before ripping it off and proceeding to creating small spurts of snow around herself. He quickly forgot the snowflake idea when he saw the smile on her face.
He watched her as she, slowly at first, and then faster, began testing what she could do. When she turned around to face where she'd come, he flew upward quickly to stay out of her line of sight, worried her enjoyment would cease if she discovered him. Not many people enjoyed being spied on, after all. He followed her as she headed up the mountain, laughing in excitement at the joy on her face when she found she could create stairs. She raced up them, reaching the other side in a flurry of snow, before stomping her foot on the ground firmly to create a giant ice snowflake pattern around herself. She then took a moment to get a good feel for her surroundings before putting her whole body into an upward motion that raised the entire snowflake upward, adding pillars and walls to support it underneath while, at the same time, surrounding herself and the now second story she was standing in with walls and a roof of its own. He floated there in awe staring at the castle, never had he witnessed such talent! It occurred to him suddenly that, being on the outside, he now had no way of getting into the castle, unless she opened the door for him. He didn't have to worry about that for long, though, because she soon walked out onto the balcony, into the rising sun. Jack stared at her, she looked different. She'd removed her crown and let her hair out of its bun. It now formed a wild braid down her shoulder. She'd also changed her dress. She was now wearing a light blue dress with an almost see through train. Her dress shone in the sunlight like ice itself. He was stunned. She was beautiful.
Unfortunately, though, in the time it took him to compose himself again, she had already disappeared once more into the castle, closing the door behind her. Disappointed, he slowly landed on the balcony, sitting with his feet dangling through the ice railing. Maybe she would come back out. He decided to wait until she did, not entirely sure what was causing his hope. His entire life, no one had ever been able to see him, it wasn't as though she would be different. And, yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that she would be the first. After all, she could control ice even better than he could, why wouldn't she believe in him?