*************AUTHOR'S NOTE************

Chapter 12 is in process! I've already written the main idea down, and some dialogue. It should be coming out before the end of the week. Until then, enjoy this tidbit.

"But, how can you like warm hugs?" Jack asked, puzzled.

"Oh I just love the way they make me feel!" Olaf exclaimed, his eyes closing with happiness, imaging warm arms wrapping around him. "So nice and cuddly."

"And…warm?" Jack questioned.

"Yeah!"

"And…you don't have any…issue…with that?" Jack probed. Maybe Olaf had just forgotten his frozen state. "Physically?"

"No," Olaf opened his eyes and looked at Jack, equally puzzled at his inquiry. "Why should I?"

Jack debated explaining the physics of why the "warm hugs" would not be good for Olaf, but decided against it. What confused him more was the fact that Olaf simply didn't know. He'll figure it out at some point.

"No reason," Jack shrugged, proceeding to take a closer look at Olaf's obscure design. "I didn't make you, did I?"

Olaf started, inspecting his arms, as if to find a name printed on them. "No, I don't think so."

"Can I look?" Jack knelt down to look Olaf in the face.

Olaf blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Turn around."

Olaf moved his stubby snow feet until his back was facing Jack. "It's just snow, isn't it? Do I have a twig stuck or something? I was sliding pretty fast, something could have gotten caught."

"No, no, you look great," Jack said, in awe of Olaf's shape. He had never met anyone or anything who could create something so odd and fun. And not even he would have been brave enough to bring his creation to life. Not since the Frosty incident. Jack shuddered, remembering the children's dismay when their beloved Frosty wouldn't "wake up." Jack sighed. "Whoever made you is a master. You're amazing!"

Olaf blushed, his snowy cheeks turning pink. "Well thank you. And you are?"

"Jack Frost," he stuck his out. "Winter extraordinaire and Guardian."

"You're a Guardian?" Olaf shook Jack's hand excitedly. "Maybe you could help us!"

"Us?"

Olaf, realizing how silly that sounded, explained. "Well, long story short, the queen froze her kingdom a few days ago and her sister is dying of an icicle to the chest."

Elsa.

"Oh no, really?"

"Yeah! The princess is on her way back to the castle to kiss her true love, since that's the only way to fix her, apparently," Olaf stopped and took a deep breath.

"Well shouldn't you be on your way?"

"I'm just a little snowman. I don't think I'll get there in time," Olaf smiled sadly.

"Do you want some help?"

"Why? What can you do?"

"I'm Jack Frost. Now grab on!"

It has to be Elsa, it has to be, Jack thought, his staff sweeping across the ground making an icy path for him to speed down, with Olaf not far behind.

"You're right. This is so much faster!" Olaf exclaimed.

Her powers are farther along than I thought, Jack realized, hoping that Elsa could reign them in before it was too late. But I can't help her.