CHAPTER 13-Dream Sand

Anna was fast asleep; her snoring was surprisingly soft and quieter than usual. Meanwhile, Elsa was still awake as she lies quietly in bed, thinking about what has transition so far.

Rapunzel had gone back to Arendelle as soon as the meeting was done. Apparently while it's night time in Tooth's realm, it's morning time in Arendelle. A strange concept Elsa is trying to accept, that Tooth's world is on the opposite side of the Earth.

Meanwhile, Hiccup had gone back home in order to pack, and make other preparations he and Toothless needs for a long stay in Arendelle. But Jack and Merida on the other hand have all they needed already. So they decided to stay and helped teach Elsa, Anna, and Lukas all that they can about Guardians, Beings, Pitch, and anything else deem necessary to improve their understanding.

Randomly the memory of supper popped into Elsa's head, amusing her. Like the other Beings, Jack and Merida had no need to eat when it came time for dinner. Still, that didn't stop Merida from enjoying the sensation of food, stuffing down plates full of honey soaked buns. Elsa has found Merida to be quit ill manner sometimes, but she likes being around the girl. Merida openly shows what kind of person she is and isn't afraid to. The girl is brave, and Elsa respected and admires her for that. When it was time for all to be at rest, the older Guardians had to go and perform their own Guardianship, while Merida went off to explore Tooth's realm with Angus, and Jack had gone off somewhere on his own.

Jack Frost...The name was echoing in her head. How many times have she herd his name being used in an expression; when a cool touched of air is nipping at someone's nose, or when a blast of cold wind covers the windows in complete frost. She have even herd of Jack Frost from old Nordic myths, and yet never thought he could be real.

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Thinking some fresh air will help her get to sleep; Elsa sat up with her back against the bedframe, and reached over to open the window. Cool breeze greeted her, helping her to relax and clear her mind. For a while she sat there looking out of the window. There was a whole new magic to the cavern at night. The walls were glowing with dark shaded colors of blue, green, and purple, some fainter then others, but the new scene made Elsa think of a starry night. This one unmatched to others, though an imitation, it may as well be the most beautiful night she has ever seen.

In the distance around the corner of her eye, she saw a new glowing color. It was Sandy's dream sand slithering like growing vines, dancing in the air. There was something flowing in and out of the streams of sand, and it was Jack.

His faint laughs are distinctively clear, low and joyful, and so alluring to the ear. His big grin was eye catching, complimented by his white teeth. Elsa felt a warm feeling growing inside of her as she watched him play with the sand, she even felt amused at how childish he looks doing so.

Every time he places his hand into the sand, different sand figures would appear, from animals, to toys, even people. One in particular made her wonder. Jack has stop laughing, and his grin has settled into a content looking smile. The sands configured themselves into two people, one little girl, and an older looking boy. They were both ice skating before Jack and looks as though they were having fun.

Elsa didn't understand why but out of all the sand figures, Jack swiped this one away when he was done watching it. Returning to their original forms of slithering vines, the sands were now heading towards her. She kept herself calm as they enter the room twisting up into a spiral on the ceiling, before heading down towards Anna. Elsa watch, anxiety building up as to what will happen. It touched Anna on her forehead, and soon appears an all too familiar scenario.

She relaxes after seeing the harmless function of Sandy's dream sand. Elsa watched Anna's dream in content, recognizing the two figures the sands have form into. It was Anna and herself, and she was being pulled along by her sister, who was pleading to do something fun together. The sands quickly change, the sisters are now ice skating, next they were horse-back riding, and next was dancing with Anna trying to teach Elsa how to do so. Meanwhile with every changing activity, Anna's snoring grew quieter and quitter until there was no more sound.

When Elsa realized that, her eyes widen and her jaw slightly drop opened. This may be the first time she has ever head her sister go quite after beginning her nightly snore. "Haha! Now that did the trick." Elsa turns to find Jack floating by her window, with his big grin back on his face. Jack was too close to her bed for comfort, but she resisted the urge to move away from the window. She feels embarrassed and shy with him being so close, a result due to how late it has become. Not to mention she was in her night gown, and it felt as though it was clinging to her body more than usual. However Jack doesn't seem to notice. "If you want, I can have Sandy hook you up with some more of his dream sand for future nights. I know how bad Anna's snoring can get."

Surprised, Elsa asked, "You know about Anna's snoring? Didn't you only hear of us after the Frozen Incident?"

Jack only smile, and shrug his shoulders. "Sorry, but that's Guardian business there. I can't tell you without Manny's permission."

"Of course," Elsa responded, a bit irritated. She was growing tired with secrets, and wished the Guardians didn't have to be granted permission in order to answer some of her questions.

"Or at least not yet, I can't tell you quite yet," Jack added. He was grinning at her again, irritating her farther with the idea of secrets. She couldn't tell if Jack was doing this on purpose or not, and begins to wonder if he was only lying about needing permission to answer her question. If so, why is he doing it?

Resisting the urge to ask again about his knowledge of Anna, she turns back to the original topic. "Returning to the dream sand, it's tempting," she starts, sitting up straight. "Now where was the dream sand years ago? I could've used a sack full of it back when I was a child."

Jack chuckled. "Oh it was there. You just didn't notice it, that's all," Jack answered. Elsa remembers what Tooth said about Guardians, or rather Beings in General. Unless you believe in them, then you can't see them, plus they don't allow themselves to be seen by humans so easily. So if Sandy's sands have visited her and Anna many nights when they were children, what Jack said would be true.

His simper soften into a smile once more, as his eyes turns to look over the sand before turning back to Elsa, nodding his head towards it. Elsa raised an eyebrow in confusion as to what he was intending. Jack leans an arm on the window frame, and with his free hand touched the sand again. A bunny came to life; it hopped all over the room leaving faint trails of sand with each hop, till finally it came to a stop in front of Elsa. She looks over at Jack, uncertain. "Go ahead Snow Queen," Jack temps, "don't tell me you don't have any more dreams."

"Oh? And Jack Frost dreams of fluffy bunnies? Wait till Bunny hears about this."

A devilish look took over his face, eyes narrowed, grin crooked, and laughs a breathless laugh. He leans in closer; his head now pass the frame. "Just touch it Snow Queen."

Elsa hesitated, but she eventually touched the sand with the tips of her fingers. The dream sand instantly formed into five figures, one of herself, Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven; they were all going on a sleigh ride with Sven doing the pulling. Whatever they were talking about in her dream didn't matter; Anna was being hyperactive as usual, going back and forth between talking with Elsa and Olaf. While discreetly, Kristoff was making small talks with Sven before rejoining the others with their conversation. It looked as though everyone was enjoying themselves, making Elsa smile warmly.

"That's a good dream there," said Jack, his voice low and soft. "I'm guessing it already came true." Elsa nodded in response. "Then this…is your never ending dream."

"I hope so," she replies quietly.

That didn't pass by Jack, but he kept his eyes on Elsa's dream. Pushing himself off the window frame, he floats ever so slightly away, careful not to touch the dream sand as he did. To Elsa's surprise, she finds that little distancing a bit disheartening. She didn't want him to leave yet, she wanted to talk with him some more.

Elsa watched with curiosity as Jack took a deep breath of air, slowly blowing it out onto the glass of the window, completely covering it in his magic frost. He smiled at her before returning his attention to his work. Jack begins to draw a simple picture of an owl, as big as the window will allow him to make the bird. When finished, he laid out his arm as though beckoning it to come. And it did.

Elsa was stunned; the owl pops out its head first, looking between Jack and Elsa before it hopped off the glass and perch on Jack's arm. The animal tested its stance, steading itself as it spread its wings. With one flap the owl took off, flying gracefully with no fuss or noise made, a silent beauty made of snow to behold.

With one final flight around the room the owl returns to Jack, refreshing itself with a quick shake, ruffling up its feathers. Instead of a smooth looking owl, now it looks rough with its chest being too puffed up. Elsa giggled. In an attempt to fix its appearance, the owl shook itself again and again and again, but it didn't get any better. Elsa ended up having to stifle her laugh throughout the multiple attempts with one hand over her mouth.

"Now that's better," Jack said before making the owl stop it's shaking. He gently blows at the owl making it resumes its flat form, returning to the glass window. "I like it better when you're happy, or laughing for just a tiny moment. It suits you more than being sad or worrying."

Elsa was taken aback by that, but she didn't show it. "That can be said for anyone," she replied as she discreetly rubs her stomach, soothing the ach that resulted from her laughing.

Jack shrugs his shoulders and looks over towards Anna's dream, where the sands are now showing her and Elsa playing with some of the Arendelle children. "…You don't have to worry Elsa," Jack said suddenly, surprising her. He looks at Elsa straight into her eyes, "You don't have to worry about Pitch. We'll stop him and Hans no matter what...Your dream won't be ending any time soon, I promise."

Elsa felt her cheeks burning. She wanted to thank Jack, but in the distance they can hear Angus' cry, indicating Merida's return. "Better get some sleep Snow Queen," Jack said as he floats farther away, "tomorrow is a big day."

"Wait, Jack." He halted, waiting for Elsa to say what she wanted. He was looking straight at her, his blue eyes burning deep into her heart, making it hard for her to speak."…Thank-you Jack. I believe you won't break your promise to me…no matter what." He smiles and did an impersonation of a gentleman; straightening his body he tucks his staff behind his back, with his free hand—the right hand, placed it over his heart. He bowed his head in gratitude, looks up, and winks, earning a small smile from her. Slowly she closes the window, "Goodnight, Jack Frost." She said shyly.

Jack waves his staff producing another single snowflake. It twirls through the narrow opening and made its way towards Elsa, melting on her nose like the last one. Jack Frost's nipping at your nose she expressed to herself. Faintly, she hears Jack's whisper carried by the wind, "Sleep tight Snow Queen," and he was gone.

Elsa can see the dream sand creeping towards her, an attraction to the sleep that was tugging at her mind. She lies down and closed her eyes, hearing Jack's words repeated in her head. "You don't have to worry Elsa," slowly she feels herself slipping into the unconscious, "Your dream won't be ending any time soon…I Promise." And when she fell, Sandy's sand granted her a night of her wonderful dream.

(Dear readers, I'm sorry to say that from now on I will be slowing down on my chapters. Instead of uploading my usual two chapters per week, I will only be uploading one chapter every week-and-a-half at the latest. I am having a bad writer's block, and am unsure how to present the next few events before the group heads back to Arendelle. Please be patient with me, and I hope that all of you are enjoying the story so far—Leave some reviews for me!