Finally, Elsa had a day to herself. No queen lessons and tutors. She had a day to do whatever she wanted. The sun shone through the window and onto Elsa. Well, a knock on the door reminder her she didn't have quite that much freedom.
"Do you want to build a snowman or ride our bike around the halls? I think some company is overdue I've started talking to the pictures on the walls. It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms,
just watching the hours tick by," Anna sang.
Elsa smiled. Anna had started making up songs in hopes to coaxes her out. She was very good at it and Elsa didn't just think that because it was Anna. While hearing Anna's plea brought feelings of sadness, Elsa was just glad Anna wasn't forgetting her. It was nice to hear that her sister was okay despite being lonely.
Elsa took off a glove.
"Elsa?"
Elsa touched the window.
"Next time?'
The window was covered in frost.
Elsa heard Anna's footsteps, and wished that she could have said yes or have said anything. Sometimes Elsa imaged explaining herself to Anna when she asked to build a snowman. To tell Anna that she was only trying to protect her. That she would be able to come out when she had her powers under control.
Until then Elsa would continue to draw on her window. The hand that created the frost broke though it to create pictures of Anna, Olaf, Elsa, and curiously Jack Frost. A figment of Elsa's imagination. A friend to relate to. Elsa couldn't even remember when she first started having dreams of him and his adventures. The imaginary friend that was almost everything Elsa dreamed of being.
She was finishing drawing Jack's staff, thinking about whether or not she could try to use her powers to get the detail of the staff when Elsa heard a knock. Only it wasn't wood that was knocked on but glass. It couldn't be Anna. Elsa stilled. Someone had seen her. Someone was outside her window. Some had seen frost on her window during the summer. Elsa shut her eyes.
The knock again.
Elsa squeezed her eyelids together.
The first moved closer to her face and rapped on the window.
Elsa couldn't pretend she didn't hear it. She opened her eyes.
Blue. But not the blue of the sky, it was the blue of the sea where if meets the ice during winter. Elsa didn't know eyes could be that shade of blue. She blinked. A face smiled at her and a hand made a little wave before gesturing at her to open the window.
Elsa looked down at the handle to see that it was covered in ice. She grabbed it anyways. This one fear she would face, Elsa decided before opening the window.
Jack. Jack Frost was on the other side of her window, smiling, at her.
"Care to tell me how you can do that?" he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the window with his staff. But there was something about the way he said it. Like he didn't expect Elsa to reply.
To be fair, she didn't. No, Elsa was too distracted that her imaginary friend had come to life and was floating on the air.
Jack moved closer to the window until his nose touched it. "It's pretty, you didn't do a" Jack trailed off. The picture. He was looking at the picture. He was looking at Elsa's picture of him.
"How?" he asked. Jack moved so he was directly in front of Elsa. "How did you-? Can you see me."
Elsa nodded. She was going insane. Her imaginary friend was asking her how she could see him. She was twelve and insane.
"You can see me," Jack yelled and did backflips in the air.
Elsa became suddenly aware that he was flying. Her dreams were accurate about him so far. Who was she kidding? She created him. Of course, her dreams were accurate.
"She can see me!"
"Of course I can see you," Elsa said, unknowingly adding a hint of royal indignity into her tone.
"Isn't that the point of an imaginary friend?"
Jack stilled. "Imaginary?"
"Well, you are the boy from my dreams."
"You've had dreams of me?" Jack asked.
Elsa was quiet. He was putting up a lot of fight for an imaginary friend. Elsa looked closer at Jack. The wind was tugging at his cape. She could clearly see the strands of his hair. Even a painter couldn't get that detailed. Maybe it wasn't her imagination bringing him to life.
"Huh," Jack said before sitting down on the roof opposite her window. "Well, dreams I have no idea about. You have to talk to the Sandman about those. But does this feel imaginary to you?"
Jack brought his hand to his face and blew at Elsa. A snowflake drifted on the air until landing on Elsa's noise.
Elsa giggled, "Do you want to build a snowman?"
