Chapter 4
Jack Frost
I squint, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. One minute I'm trying to coax a child to throw a snowball, next I'm disappearing and then reappearing here.
I absorb my surroundings, a palace of glass, but the temperature says ice. The sunlight hitting the surrounding peaks creates a sort of blueish white glow.
'How did you get here?' I wonder. I take a step, ready to explore, when I feel glass crunching beneath my feet.
The snow globe. Elsa.
My heart starts fluttering a million miles a minute as soon as she enters my mind.
A door slams behind me and she walks in. Instead of her prim and hidden exterior she glows of confidence.
Her hair is in a messy French braid, cascading over her shoulder. She wears a blue dress, beaded and sparkling with a slit on the leg. Her makeup is dark and dramatic, emphasizing her features.
"Beautiful. No, not beautiful, stunning," I say out loud. I cover my mouth in embarrassment. I always thought she was pretty, but now...
"Isn't it?" Elsa replies, gesturing to the palace.
"Did you create this?" I wonder.
"Yes. I had an...event at the palace, and I decided to leave and never come back. I couldn't be happier!" she squeals, her eyes lighting up with joy. "You were right, Jack. It is a gift."
"Is that why you called me here?"
"Of course. It's a gift! A gift! I've spent my whole life thinking I was cursed and a monster, but I was just afraid of my potential," she practically sings, spinning the around the room.
"Of course it's a gift. Why else would the Man in the Moon given it to us?"
"The what?" Elsa asks, stopping her little dance.
"The Man in the Moon. All powerful wise man who kinda decides who gets a power or immortality or whatnot," I attempt to explain.
"So he decided to give me winter powers that you happen to have too. Where you born with it like me?"
"No. I don't know. I just woke up one day, the Man in the Moon told me I was Jack Frost, and he hasn't talked to me since," I explain, running my hands through my hair, trying to find the simplest way to put it.
"And when was that?" Elsa inquires.
"Around forty years ago."
"Forty years? It's been that long? Hasn't anyone noticed that you're immortal."
"That's the other thing. No one can see or hear me. You are the first person who has, so I think that means something."
Elsa turns around, staring out at the warped scenery.
"I want to show you something that's really the best part," I say, trying to make her more comfortable.
I grab her hand, which is colder than the ice itself, and lead her to the balcony leading off of the room.
I jump up onto the railing and hold out my staff for her. She grips the end, an I hoist her up.
"What are you showing me?" Elsa asks, her feet scrambling for balance. I hold out my hand to steady her.
"Just take my hands. Close your eyes, and hold tight," I instruct.
I lean over the edge, letting gravity pull me down, and Elsa goes down with me.
Seconds tick by, and we are plummeting faster and faster. The wind nearly drowns Elsa's screams.
The brisk wind sweeps me and her up before we can even glimpse the snowy ground.
She is clutching me tight, and I squeeze her back for assurance.