Author's Note: Here it is! The third chapter of chances. As I said, I've already finished writing chapters 1 to 3 and was currently ongoing with chapter 4, it was only a matter of posting them. I'm still stuck with chapter 4 though (the word I got was hard) and is on a writer's block so I'm not making any promises as to when I can post it.
I do want to post it within the next week though and hopefully I can. Anyways, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and the plot is loosely based on a word I got from my dictionary. Also, I'm currently writing this on my phone so forgive me for any mistakes. (And yes, I just copy-pasted this lol)
3. Meltdown (a disastrous collapse or breakdown)
Jack Frost felt the chill in the air.
Something's not right, he thought.
Flying up to the ice castle the crown princess of Arendelle made to check upon her, Jack found her slumped into the dais of her pretend throne, crying.
Ice crystals and snow drift twirled around her like a storm waiting to happen. The whole thing was terrifying and beautiful all the same.
Jack Frost, the personification of snow days and winter, landed near the very thing that had caught his attention all those years ago—when she heard her laughing with her little sister as they played on their castle's ballroom.
Braving the winter storm, which swatted at him angrily, he came across the small refuge where she was situated—at the eye of the storm.
The turbulence felt angry, malicious, destructive, as he—the guardian of childhood fun— found that he cannot control his own element. Hovering his outstretched hands on her shoulders, he wished she could see him at this moment.
He'd watched her grow. From a little blonde kid running around in her day clothes, threatening everyone she meets with a snowball, to a gorgeous young woman, kind and wonderful and everything he ever wanted.
For a long time, he wondered the Earth, alone and unseen, then he met the Guardians—a band of childhood mythical heroes who helped protect children all over the world. Imagine his surprise when he met someone so like him but so there.
She can be seen, can be touched, can be heard, and has his power. She was everything he never were.
And he loathed her.
He grew envy of her that he tried to sabotage her in any way he can. Who knew Jack Frost could be so petty as to pick a fight with a child who can't even see him? Manny was amused by the scene unfolding that he, unofficially, assigned him, Jack Frost, to be the sentry of the future ruler of Arendelle. Jack agreed, only to keep making her life miserable.
He sabotaged snow days and let her wake up to a cocoon of snow. Make her slip in suddenly-there sleets of ice and scared her by drawing a bunch of stuff—his attempt at monsters—on the frost by her window.
But by golly, the girl was resilient. She laughed as she slipped in the ice, made her own little snow days when he halted its arrival, making a snow angel—in her bed—and called out her sister to join in and laughed at the pictures on her window.
At some point, Jack stopped.
He went far away from Arendelle and disappeared from everyone else. The kids all over the world had stopped playing outside in the harsh winters as Jack wallowed in self-pity.
Until he felt compelled to check into the girl that, in his eyes, stole his whole shtick and everything that he wanted.
Wanting only to spite her, he came back—to the little town of Arendelle and found the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
On the balcony of her bedroom, stood Elsa—not the tiny little girl he knew but someone else. Her hair was longer, eyes bluer, she was now taller—but shorter than him so point to Jack—and more gorgeous than she had ever been. And for the first time, the Winter had pink blush adorning his cheeks.
The day she built the ice castle was the day he heard a fight between her and her parents. Something about marrying someone for a merger to which she stormed out, flurries billowing behind her, and built this fucking ice castle out of nothing but her anger and her powers.
The whole scene made Jack realize she was a force to be reckoned with and if ever she'd go rouge, he won't be able to stop her from destroying everything.
And now she's back here, doing just that.
The walls of ice around her started cracking. Jack looked out at her balcony and saw no sun. When he flew up here, the rays of the sun was hitting his whole body, now, the sky was overcast with dark cloud and snow was slowly falling all over the forest—dotting everything in white.
A sob was then heard again, to which a chunk of ice accompanied to where it dropped from a corner in the wall, shattering on the floor. Glancing back again to the outside, Jack's eyes widened as he watched the pace of the snow sped up. He dropped on his knees in front of her, his staff placed on the ground.
Mascara ran down her face in black blotches and her eyes were red and puffy. How long had she been here?
Despite not being bothered with the cold, and him not being able to touch her, her skin felt so cold and her lips were now a shade of purple.
"Elsa…" he whispered.
But he knows she can't hear him. Not him, not invisible Mr. Jack Frost.
Larger and more chunks had now cracked from the walls—the ceiling—and he was now panicking. For her safety and the town's people. He stood up and paced at the little room the ice hurricane had allowed him, as he racked his brain on what to do.
Barrage him with Pitch's nightmares and he can defeat them with no sweat but this? This isn't part of his job description.
It wasn't stated anywhere that thick ass book that he had to calm a nuclear plant from exploding.
So why was he still here? Why was he worrying for her safety? Why was he burdening himself for having to come up with a solution for this mess? Why was she even doing this in the first place?
Despite asking those questions, Jack knew the answer.
Knew it from the first time she laughed at his horrid drawing on her windows.
He loved her.
He had loved her as a replacement for his love of Emma. He loved her for the sister that he lost. He loved her how a brother would love his sister and he walked away from her in fear of going too far with his hate.
His love turned into a romantic one when he first saw her again on that balcony, years ago.
When she looked out at the world with a determined face and an expression that screamed "come at me". When she showed him how powerful she can be—albeit, her not knowing he was watching. He loved her when she laughed as her and her sister ran across the castle halls, laughing as they snowballed everyone they come across with—when he realized that she never lost that childish nature.
He loves her.
Especially now that her life was on danger.
The cracks had become fissures then, the whole structure was shaking now. Elsa still hadn't stopped crying.
So he did what he only knew best—faced the onslaught of hail and snow as he flew towards Arendelle.
Because even though he loves her, she couldn't see him and only one person can pull her out of this hellhole.
He let the wind carry him towards the castle, towards her sister, and hopefully he can get his message across. That her older sister is in danger and everyone else is too.
He prayed to Manny to let him make it in time.
Author's Note: This chapter is probably the closest thing to canon that I've ever written. Although I did take some liberty and just ran through with it.
Anyways, peace out, stay safe and sanitize! Love you!
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