A/N: Life is to short for me to spend half an hour switching between bold and regular type. You all are just going to have to deal. So, I've been thinking of writing an AU. I won't start till I'm farther through this one. What do you think about that? Mad4Disney: I'm assuming that means you like it? Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like this one. Let's get on with this story!

Elsa's POV

I smiled and joked with Jack, but underneath that, I was wondering what I had done to thaw my ice skates. I had been holding his hand, and thinking I'd like my ice skates to melt, and just, I don't know, it happened. He went outside to go to the bathroom, and I tried to thaw the berries.

I looked at them. I'd like these to thaw please. Please, I really would.

I looked down, still frozen. I sighed. At least I wasn't putting anyone in danger with my unthawable ice.

Jack trudged back in. I looked out the door behind him before it shut. It wasn't even midday. I drummed my fingers on the table. Jack tapped me lightly on the shoulder.

"I need to ask something." I inhaled sharply. What did he want from me? "Relax Elsa! I was just wondering, for you to see me, you have to believe in me. Where did you hear about me?" My breathing returned to normal.

"Mama told me and my sister a story. It was about Jack Frost, or, uhm, you. Anna just laughed and made fun of the story. But I was eager to believe that there was someone like me. Every night, I made Mama tell me a story. I don't know why was true. But- I always believed..." I sighed quietly, thinking of all the stories she told me. The magical things he would do for children, the beautiful, intricate snowflakes he gave to any adults who believed. I guessed not everything Mama had told me was true, but he did good things for the world. I only destroyed things.

I nearly killed Anna, I destroyed my relationship with Anna; I had no choice in that case, I probably would destroy myself completely one day.

"Elsa?" I forgot that Jack was still there.

"Yeah?" He sat down next to me, looking bashful.

"Can you tell me one of the stories your mother told you?" I smiled gently.

"Once, there was a boy, his name was Jack Frost," the words glided of my tongue, I knew the stories by heart. My smiled dimmed when I reached the end. "And so, he kept on creating things of great beauty for anyone and everyone. He made the world a better place, and he still does now." That's how Mama ended every story. Then she would say, 'Elsa, do you think you can do the same thing?' I wouldn't say anything, and she would tell me, 'of course you can!' No I can't.

"Elsa, can I tell you a story?" I nodded, my voice tired. "There was a girl once. She had bright blue eyes, and she loved her family. She played with her sister every day, and sometimes it seemed like every night. One night, her sister got hurt. Their parents rushed them off to heal the little girl. She was healed, but they warned the girl with bright blue eyes that her gifts could be dangerous. They made her fear her gifts, and herself. The girl separated herself from her sister, and it hurt her, but she had been told it was the best way. She grew up alone, not believing what she was was beautiful, and not believing that her gifts were beautiful. She said they were a curse. One day, the girl with bright blue eyes ran away, to make sure she was by herself forever. But a silly boy came. He tried to remind her what her gifts were, a gift, and that she and her bright blue eyes were beautiful-" tears were running down my face.

"Stop-I-"

"One day, she realized she was beautiful and she learned about her gifts and how to use them, and then she married the silly boy and they lived happily ever after forever and twenty two years extra." I nearly stopped breathing. Married? Was he teasing me? I do like him, but, I never said anything. The only time I said anything I was-confused-or something. I looked at him intently. He was smirking. I frowned. He was just joking. Then my mind turned to the other matters at hand.

Why would he say that? My gifts-no they weren't gifts! They were curses. Just stupid, awful, horrible curses! I hated them! I hated them, I hated them, I hated them! They were keeping me away from Anna and everyone I had and ever would love! I started smacking my left hand with my right. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I smacked harder and harder until Jack grabbed my arm.

"I don't want them. I just want them to go away." I whispered.

Jack's POV

I grabbed her arm, and she whispered something about her powers. I thought we were getting somewhere, but she still hated them. I would just try to keep convincing her that they were good. I would show her that they were good.

"Hey Elsa?" She looked up at me silently. "I'm going to go out for a while, okay?" she nodded. I needed to go outside, and fly around to clear my head. I slid my hand down her arm to her hand and gave it a short squeeze. I tried my best not to run out to the balcony, and flew up.

How could I show her that her powers were a gift? Maybe I could, have her make statues? Nope. That didn't make any sense. I couldn't even casually start doing it. That would be really weird.

I needed her to trust me. But how could I get her to trust me? I didn't even know who I was, what my purpose is. I, after years of wondering this in the dark of night, instinctively turned to the source of light. But instead of being able to stare at the moon and try o ask it my questions, I was nearly blinded by the sun. I stared at my hands until my vision returned to normal. The one person who could see me, didn't trust me. Or not completely.

I put my heads in my hand. I was really messing up my only chance of any sort of relationship. I put my head back up straight and ran my fingers through my hair. What sort of relationship did we have, would we have in the future? We are friends, but will we ever be more? I found myself hoping so. Elsa was amazing, and I think that, at least someday, I want to spend forever with her. But, she wouldn't live forever, I would. I frowned. It would hurt when she died. It would really hurt, but I had already gotten to close to distance myself, to not care. Even if we didn't become something more. Like I hoped we would.

Judging by the sun, about an hour had passed. I made my way back down to the castle.

Something was wrong. Everything about the castle was wrong. The walls were red and cracking.

I flew inside to find Elsa crying, curled up on the floor.

A/N: Hey! I left a cliffhanger for you all! Go ahead and see if you can correctly guess what happened. Let me know in the reviews! everything will be explained! Leave me a review! Bye!