Disclaimer: She accepts the fact that she will never own Frozen or RotG (Not really)
Jack stepped into the castle reluctantly. The two men in front of him were talking to each other about him.
"What do we do about him now? Cast him aside?" the other man asked.
"No, keep him here. We put him in the guest quarters that we have never used. We'll take him in for the night and once the sun comes up he's gone," Hans explained.
"If that's the case then you take him there, I have to do everything else, then."
Hans looked at Jack and ushered him towards the stairs as the other man left. "You heard, right?" Jack nodded and followed Hans up the stairs. Once they reached the top, Hans turned to Jack. "Stay quiet."
Hans turned right and walked down the hall with Jack following. Once they reached the end of the hall, Hans opened a door to their left and entered the room. Jack hastily entered as well and took in his surroundings. On the left was a body mirror and a wardrobe and on the right was a small bed with a nightstand next to it and a bench at the foot. Across the room was a large window centered in the middle of the wall. Everything was in dark blue and light blue with occasional whites.
"You'll be staying here," Hans told him. He was about to go into a different topic until he remembered to warn Jack. "And you will stay here for the entire night. Nowhere else."
Jack took a few steps and watched Hans walk to the window and look out—left and right. Jack saw something move in the corner of his eye and realized it was his reflection in the mirror. He turned and let out a small gasp as he jumped.
"What?" Hans asked. "Never seen your reflection before?" Hans looked at the reflection. "Will you need new clothes?"
"I'll take up the offer, thank you," Jack replied. He didn't know how he should talk to this man, so he decided to play it polite.
Hans exited the room and closed the door. He made his way to his brother to consult him about the stranger. Jack sighed and sat on the cushioned bench. He watched his reflection in the mirror and blinked a few times, hoping what he was seeing wasn't real.
Elsa rubbed her temples with her forefingers. She was tired. Nothing even happened to sap away her metabolism! What was happening? Right when Anna was talking about Christmas, Elsa felt her energy drain away. She felt so tired that she couldn't even answer Olaf's last question. "What am I going to do?"
You should take a break once in a while, Elsa.
I don't need to, Anna. I have work.
Work has this effect where it makes you tired and a lot of it is bad for you.
Elsa leaned back in her chair in a not very queen-like way causing her bangs to fall over her eyes. She slouched slightly and found herself rubbing her face with her hands. She stretched out her hands, palms facing up. She thought of small tiny versions of Olaf. Like the ones when I was sick with a cold. A swirl of frost appeared on her palms and flurried up in the air. They formed small balls of snow and—
The snowballs burst, and Elsa stared in shock. What had happened? This never happened before, right? She blew her bangs out of her sight and tried again, but once more the snow exploded. Her brows furrowed together.
You shouldn't do that to your brows, Elsa, you'll get worry lines at a young age!
She calmed herself, blew away her bangs, and tried once more. She conjured the snowmen slowly this time. The snow danced but then fell away to her palms and quickly disappeared. She was about to blow her bangs out of the way when—What was happening?
Elsa stood up and walked to a shelf on the other side of the room. She grabbed the hand mirror and held it to her face. Elsa gasped and held a hand to her mouth. Elsa ran out the office and towards her room. She hoped no one saw her as she hurried in the halls of the castle. She opened the doors and closed them quickly. She walked to her body mirror and stared at the sight of her hair.
"No," Elsa gasped as she held her braided hair in her hands. She pulled out the band holding the braid together and stared at the tips and roots of her hair. It was . . . brown? Am I losing my powers? Only a year after Elsa embraced her powers, she was going to lose them? After years of fearing herself, she was now losing the part that she used to fear? "What's going on?"
She turned to her door . . . and locked it. What was she so scared of now? She couldn't stop shaking from the shock. Elsa turned her back to the door and fell to the floor. She leaned her head against the door and tears left her eyes.
I want to be able to build snowmen. You still can. I want to build them my way.
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