Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Frozen or Rise of the Guardians. That distinction belongs to the Walt Disney Company, William Joyce, and DreamWorks SKG. This story is purely for my own pleasure, and I'm making no money whatsoever in publishing and sharing it. The cover art is titled, "Making Out," and is by the talented jipzuru. To see more of the artist's work please visit artist jipzuru at DeviantArt.
Elsa was waiting.
Three days passed. Three uneventful days and three dreamless nights. She tried but couldn't remember much from her dream. She remembered the anger, her fear, and the building despair she'd awoken with. She remembered the boy and staff. But the dream itself remained blurred.
If Anna hadn't come to her room that night Elsa doubted she'd have remember anything at all.
She walked out onto her bedroom balcony, needing fresh air. The night was calm. Sitting on the balustrade, staff balancing on his lap, was the boy with the silver hair.
He smiled. "Hello again, your Majesty."
Author's Note: Hi everyone, thank you for reading my 21st chapter. To those who are enjoying my story enough to review, 'favorite' and 'follow' thank you. It really is a great compliment.
I've been lax in updating today because I've finished a one-shot that ties into 'Queen of Snow and Ice.' I'm calling it 'Even Memories of Magic.' The story concerns the accident between Anna and Elsa when they were young and a theory of mine about what really happened in the Valley of Living Rocks. Please take a look. It is not in 100 word snippets, so enjoy.
Windstruck07 – Thank you for your review and for being willing to make an exception for my short chapters.
FrostSapphire – I'm glad you enjoy my teasing of Jack. He needs it and Elsa is the perfect challenge for him.