Brb crying *sobs*
Day 17- Just a Story
When Elsa was little her mother would tell her stories of Jack Frost, a boy turned spirit, blessed with the powers of winter. She would request the story every night, in the library after Anna had gone to bed, and every night she would get it.
After Anna's accident, she read it to herself.
She would trace the words on the ancient paper, delicately lift the pages so that they wouldn't tear, and every night she would pray that Jack Frost would visit her. The way she saw it, if he could control winter, then maybe he could teach her to control her powers too. It wasn't so far a stretch in her mind.
But as the years passed she began to lose hope. There were no visits from Jack Frost, the eternal boy, no lessons from Jack Frost, the spirit of winter. There was...nothing...but then she realised.
He was just a story.