Ch 2 Jack Frost
That night, Elsa sat against the wall to read the book by candle light.
"A cruel man with an ice cold heart skated on a large pond. He froze every living thing in sight. Every creatures cowered in fright of the mighty ice wielder. His pointed nose made him seem crude. Jack Frost, a man of few words with an old icy heart, he was alone, cursed to be alone forever." Elsa said as she read. She bit her lip in anger.
"So Jack Frost has an icy heart, he's a man who possessed the power to freeze particles in the wet air producing ice and snow, a man who lived in a Kingdom of isolation." She threw the book to the floor and yelled into her pillow.
"Why do people hate us Jack? What did we ever do wrong to deserve this?"
Elsa thought of what the man could look like. An old man with frost like hair. He had to look terrible. Maybe like one of the men in court from the neighbouring islands.
She repeated Jack's name in tiny sobs. As a child, it was only natural to believe in what one read.
"Tell me about it." A voice answered.
Elsa dropped her pillow, startled by an unfamiliar voice.
"Jack?" she asked starting a young man sitting on her window sill. He wore strange blue clothes with frost crawling on every corner. His hair slightly resembled Elsa's but his was much paler, "Are you Jack Frost?" she asked. A small smile formed onto her lips. His was much better looking than she expected.
"You can see me?" he asked astonished.
"I think so." She said nervously.
"No way! This is amazing!" he exclaimed. He threw his hands in the air beaming with extraordinary excitement.
"What is?"
"Elsa you can finally see me. We're really alike you know."
"Forever alone." she said downtrodden repeating the words from the book.
"That book is just a tail. My life wasn't like that. In fact you're the first person who has ever been able to see me."
"Does that mean you aren't real? Am I imagining you?" she asked innocently, slightly afraid that her new friend would disappear.
"No! I am real. If you believe in me, you can see me. We'll be best friends Elsa. The only true part of the story is that I can control snow and ice."
Elsa's eyes lit up. She hopped off her bed and skeptically observed him. "Show me."
He pulled out a swirly staff and leaned against it as he held his palm out. The room was filled with cold air and snowflakes. The floor beneath his began to grow with frost.
"I see." She said as she slipped off her gloves.
A knock echoed on the young girl's door. Elsa scurried to answer it. She was now in a surprisingly in a good mood.
"Wait Elsa, your glo-"Elsa opened the door and saw her parents standing outside of it.
"Yes?" She sang.
Elsa rested herself on the door and frost began to inch its way across the wall in an instant.
Her parents stared at the wall and Elsa hadn't registered why they were looking away from her. Once she glanced towards the white wall she gasped quickly trying to put back on her gloves.
"Oh Elsa." Her mother said. Both her parents moved closer in an attempt to calm her.
"No. My powers are growing. Don't, I don't want to hurt you." She panted and quickly rushed back into her room.
It was deja vu; it was happening all over again. She instinctively crawled back onto her bed.
"Elsa? Come out of that bed." Jack asked concerned.
"I'll hurt you too." she explained.
"Elsa, I understand that you're afraid, but you can't hurt me so it's okay to come out."
"No, my powers are growing. I'll hurt you just like I hurt Anna."
"Elsa, we have the same powers, you can't hurt me."
Jack sat on her bed in an attempt to pat her head.
She raised herself and saw how tender Jack's expression was.
Little Elsa nuzzled her cheek against his lap and yawned. Jack felt a sense of nostalgia from it. It was all familiar to him and yet unrecognizable.
Jack wanted to stay by her side. She was adorably in need of his guidance.
"Night Jack." She whispered.
"Goodnight Elsa."