To all who reviewed the first chapter but not the second- I am so disappointed in you. You have no idea. And I waited over a week, still nothing! Be very grateful I updated at all -_-
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No she does not! She owns NOTHING! Okay? To everybody- everything belongs to the people who created Frozen, Rise of the Guardians and her. Repeat- WE DO BIT OWN THIS!
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Elsa snuggled into her feather pillows sleepily, a soft smile adorning her face.
"So my Ice Princess, what are you dreaming about?"
She pulled the blankets over her in an unconscious defensive move, not waking. The boy pulled one side of his mouth up, "tired much, Elsa" he murmured. Settling into a half-crouch by her king sized bed his brown cloak drifted down beside him and settled into a brown pool around him.
The boy drooped his eyelids half shut so only half his ice-blue eyes were visible. Light eyelashes even obscured some of these, and the boy let his grin expand, showing pearly white teeth. Everything about him was white. Stark. Only his clothes made him less surreal, presenting him with a dark background of brown leggings and cloak, and the creamy shirt was half-hidden by a russet waistcoat.
Ice-grey hair flopped across his head and a pale hand reached up to the young princesses' hand as he leant his head to the side of the mattress.
He felt along the tangled pathway to her mind and scrambled out the way of her and the ginger brat playing. Giant snowflakes adorned the the sky before exploding in a shower of soft flurries. The younger shrieked in joy before running along trying to catch the snow. Elsa was grinning, her aqua eyes gleaming with joy. Jack needed to change that. He rose from the crouched position he was in to approach her.
Hearing the slow tapping of his twisted staff made dream-Elsa still in an indescribable emotion. Anna faded from the mirthful scene as she slowly turned. The boy had stopped moving and was now steadily gazing at her. Elsa felt her power rising, overflowing. She felt chilled.
The room was covered with ice.
The boys icy eyes hardened as he started taunting her. Elsa felt the well of power within her grow and grow. She couldn't deal with this much longer!
"So, little princess, this is where you spend your gift now? With the memory of ginger-brat and in your sleep? Why? Because in reality you lost control for one day? Yes, what happens was unfortunate, but get over it."
"Shut up." Her voice was frail- maybe why he didn't stop.
"And your parents too. Idiots for making you hide away like this. It won't solve anything."
"Stop it. Do not demean my family."
"What will you do when they die? You're going to have to be queen and yet you hide away in here. Are your parents going to make you rulw without lessons? Ginger brat isn't going to be able to rule-"
"Shut up!" Elsa screamed at him. The subject of her little sister was raw, and this boy infuriated her!
"You don't have the right to talk about my family! You don't even know them!"
"On the contrary, Ice Princess, I've always been around you and so know everything." He started fading out as the young princess ran at him.
She heaved in gasping breaths as tear froze on her face. Elsa missed her sister, and she felt that some of what the boy was saying was true. Her being locked away was making her powers even more uncontrollable- she used to be able to use them! Now they came about whenever she felt a great emotion. She hid her face in her arms as she curled up in a ball at the edges of her dream world... Which was blurring out.
Elsa fluttered her dark lashes to rid herself of the remaining droplets of water before pushing the covers down and sitting up. Her breath misted in the frigid air, giving the one appearance of life in the landscape around her.
She had frozen her bedroom. Again.
The ice writhed between the floor and the heavy furniture of her room, giving it an unnatural quality. Snow piled in heaps where ornaments once were and lended the from a softness. It also obscured the door, throwing a flowing blanket of white over where the exit to Elsa's room was. Frost touched her mirror and the windows, giving it mysterious touches. The supernatural endowment upon the room made Elsa feel hopeless.
She needed to control this- this curse before she could see Anna again, and if she lost it in her sleep? Well, she would never be able to. Sinking down beneath her covers once more, she missed the knowing smirk of the ice-boy on her wardrobe before he swung down and flipped out her window. "Until we meet tomorrow, dear princess." He jumped into the cold air breezing out her window into the willing breeze.