Over the next few days of travel, Jack observed Elsa.
She was jumpy, in a different way, as if she was trying to scare herself – a fact that was highlighted even more by the constant attacks of the little "devil-snowman" she had dubbed imp.
Maybe she was trying to get over her fear of her powers – or maybe she simply liked being scared out of her wits by a snow creature– either way, he knew that if things got out of hand he would have to destroy the little imp with his staff.
They reached another peak in the mountains, far enough from most habitations for them to be able to create a palace easily – in some ways, Jack was glad, because living in caverns and making bear sounds when people approached was not his idea of fun (well not anymore at least, after having done so quite a lot over the last few days of travel . . .), but he also feared that Elsa's mindset would instead entrap them in a "palace of doom".
Yes, he had a name for this specific "mood" of the palace, when the wall seem to be closing in, and the beauty and light are lost to the fear in Elsa's heart.
"I would like to suggest that I make the palace this time, your majesty…" he started, making a respectful bow, and masking a chuckle. He wanted her to see that he was being playful, and not think about the reasons behind his suggestion.
"I don't think that will be necessary, kind sir," she laughed, taking his supposed joke at face value.
"Ah, but I must insist, fair lady, as if I do not, I shall miss out on some valuable experience", he looked up at her, smiled, and jumped onto the wind, "Please give me a chance to try?".
And as he looked down at her, he knew that he had won – she was laughing, and seemed content to let him fly without stopping him.
"Alright, but you'll have to teach me how to fly", she said instead.
"Alright, fair lady", he gave another, airborne, bow, before lowering his staff towards one patch of ground.
A structure rose out of the ground, crystal clear and magnificent. Each individual wall of the structure appeared translucent, and yet glittered with a thin layer of white frost, the signature of his magic.
On the outside of the structure, and moving from the only balcony of what now looked like a tower, a slide could be seen going around the palace and all the way down to the ground.
On the inside, a staircase and a pole had been made, so that one could slide down both from the inside and the outside, and yet get back up in the normal way.
He landed, his "towerhouse" ready, and gave a final bow –
"After you, my lady", and the palace crumbled.