Illusion of Mind

Jack slept like a baby. His bed was like a cloud in the sky during the day. Or it was supposed to.

On the coldest night of winter, he is wide awake wondering what the children are doing.

But then, he sees two young girls...about 13 and 15, dancing in the snow, around a burning fire with a few other children.

"Are we sure this will call his here?" Asked the younger one.

"Yes, Anna. I have talked with the trolls and read all the books. He will come. O Spirit of Christmas. Come to Thy and speak to us. We Children of the night."

"Good words Elsa." The younger one, Anna, spoke to the older one.

Jack wasn't sure why they were doing this, but he couldn't help but laugh. They really thought he was coming to...Well, he was here. But only because the fire on the coldest night of winter with all these children here outside draws him here. He isn't totally the "Spirit of Christmas." He should be. But he's the winter one, sadly.

He watched these kids stand in the cold chanting to the sky while this bog fire burned ever so slowly.

Soon enough the other children left and went home.

"It's late. I don't think it's coming. Sorry princesses."

"Sorry."

"It's late and I'm tired. See you tomorrow."

"Elsa. Maybe we should call it. I mean I don't think it's coming either. Maybe we did something wrong." The younger one said.

"Fine. You go on. I'll be right up." The older one said.

Soon it was just Elsa. She sat and stared into the fire. "Why wouldn't you come? What did I do wrong?"

Jack saw how disappointed she was. So, he went down to cheer her up. "Hello little one." He said.

The girl looked up and was...not in surprise but shock. "What? What is the trouble maker spirit want?" She asked crossing her arms.

"For a 15 year old princess you don't have much manners." Jack said pouting. "But I'm glad you know me. And it's Jack Frost. The Winter spirit." He corrected her.

"Please. Your a trouble maker. Are you here to eat my nose?" Elsa asked. "And it's Elsa." She added to not be rude.

Jack smiled a little. "No little one. I am not here to eat anything. I am here because your goal wasn't accomplished. But I'll tell you this, the Christmas spirit isn't a real, unless you BELIEVE he is." Jack told her.

"I do. Maybe it's the others who don't." Elsa questioned herself.

"It's alright. You did a wonderful job here. Warm fire, perfect snowy night, with a little candy on the side. You just need one thing." Jack said.

"What?"

"Um...for it to be HIS day I think. Christmas day." Jack said. There wasn't such thing but he's not going to ruin a girls beliefs.

"Oh. Guess it makes sense." Elsa said.

"As long as your having some fun doing these little dance parties, I think the Christmas spirit will love meeting you and our friends." Jack told her.

Elsa slowly smiled. "Thanks. But your still a trouble maker." She said.

He laughed. "Alright. That's what you want to believe." He said.

Soon Elsa went home and Jack followed her right to her bed, where she fell peacefully asleep.

"Hey. Sandy! Care to give me a hand here?" Jack called.

Golden sand flew through the air and put the dreams of their heart's desires. Elsa had hers of meeting the Christmas spirit. And Jack smiled at how she loved giggling and playing in her dream.

Sadly it was a small illusion to her. Jack only wished he could make it real. She is 15. She'll grow up out of it eventually.

And when she does, he'll watch over her like the Christmas spirit inside of her wants him to.

The End

Inspired by the song "Mirage" by Lindsey Sterling with Raja Kumari