Hey guys! Get ready to explore Elsa and Jack's past...hopefully I did a good job!

"It's been at least 10 years Jack." Elsa whispered. She finally did remember the boy. Up till now, she had always assumed the memories where just dreams, lost in the schism of her mind between reality and imaginary, but now. Now she knew the truth.

Elsa was alone in her room, per the usual arrangement, but today was different. Today was Elsa's 12th birthday. The little girl knew she should've been excited, but without having her sister, Anna, around to spend it with, it just always seemed pointless. Her mom had visited her earlier in the day to wish her a happy birthday. She made Elsa's favorite breakfast, pancakes and read some of Elsa's favorite stories with her. It had been a few hours, and she knew her father would walk through the door any minute. He would've come up earlier, but running Arendelle is a tough job. He likes to tell Elsa about it, since she will be queen one day. How proud he is of her, and how he can't wait to see the day she takes the throne.

Elsa started to think maybe he wasn't coming, till the door swung open, and in came her dad, wheeling in a 3-pier cake. The dessert was beautiful. It was decorated in ice blue frosting, with 'Happy Birthday Elsa' written along each tier in a darker blue frosting. White delicate snowflakes littered the sides of the cake. Seeing the cake made Elsa feel less unsure about her powers. Normally she feared them, but this cake gave her hope that maybe one day she could create something just as beautiful with her gift. But this wasn't a gift. It was a curse, born with or not. Her memories came in to destroy and hopeful thoughts left.

Flashbacks to that night 3 years ago filled the girls vision.

No.

She can never use her powers again. The risk is too great. If she hurt anyone she loved again, she could never forgive herself.

Elsa and her father sat on her bed, eating cake while the king talked about his day, meetings about new laws, trading issues, general kingdom stuff. Elsa tried to seem excited about it, but her mindset was stuck on the fear of her powers.

"I'm full." Elsa mumbled flatly, barely audible.

The king rested his hand on his daughters shoulder, gently stroking it with his thumb. It gave Elsa a sense of security. It made her feel less alone.

"Are you sure, Elsa?" He started, coaxing the girl to turn and face him. "There's plenty to go around." He smiled at her, and she couldn't help but feel a bit happier. His smile had always been a sort of security blanket for her, knowing he was there to protect her. The sincerity and concern in his voice only made Elsa feel more guilty about not eating more of the gorgeous creation, but her apatite simply became non-existent.

"Yea, I'm sure." Elsa replied. Her father gave her a quick not. He stood up from Elsa's bed and turned around.

"I love you so much, Elsa." His voice broke a bit at the end. He bent down to embrace and pick up the girl.

"I love you too, daddy." She murmured in the crook of his neck.

"Happy birthday sweetie." He kissed the top of her head, setting her back down on the bed. He started out the door, wheeling the cake out with him. He gave Elsa one last glance, before gently shutting the door behind him.

Elsa was once again alone. Having nothing more to do, she started to get ready to go to bed, when a piece of paper slid out from under her door.

"Happy birthday Elsa!" Rang her sister's familiar voice through the door. She heard the patter of feet against floor as Anna made her way down the hall.

Elsa walked over and picked up the note. It held a crudely drawn cake filled with 12 candles. At the bottom was Anna's signature in sloppy crayon handwriting.

To: My Bestest buddy and sister Elsa!

I love you, happy birthday!

A tear rolled down her face, landing on the paper, staining the area around it. She leaned against her door and started to slide down to the ground, a familiar action for the young girl. She started to let it all come out as she sobbed into her knees, clutching Anna's note to her chest. She eventually cried herself to sleep, leaving her to the torment that was her mind.

Her dream started out harmless. Her and Anna where little again, playing in the empty hall, much like the night of the accident, but something felt off. Elsa felt a sense of being watched, she looked over her shoulder, to see nothing but empty space. She ignored it and kept playing with Anna. They where in the middle of building the snowman the liked to call Olaf. They had built him hundreds of times, but the smile on Anna's face was worth every moment of it. Elsa would grab Olaf's stick arms, moving them around, saying Olaf's signature phrase.

"Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" Elsa giggled out, as Anna ran over and gave the snowman a hug. Anna released the snowman and gave a tight hug to Elsa.

"I love you, Elsa!"

"I love you too, Anna." Elsa replied. Smiling ear to ear, she missed her sister's warmth, the loving embrace. She missed it so much over the past 4 years. They where still hugging when things started to go wrong, suddenly Anna's body turned ice cold, and went limp. Elsa looked down and saw all of Anna's her had turned white.

"Anna!" Elsa screamed, trying to wake up the girl.

"Anna, it's me, wake up! Anna? Please wake up!" Elsa pleaded, but there was no response from the sister. Elsa tried to scream for her parents, but she could no longer form sounds. She heard a deep laughter coming from all around her as Anna's from turned into black dust in her lap. Elsa desperately tried to gather it but it all blew away in the wind.

"Give into the fear!" A voice yelled. Her powers took over, causing a swirling blizzard to rage all around her, freezing the empty hall completely. Then another voice broke through, a kinder voice.
"It's just a dream!" It insisted. "Fight back, you can do it!" Elsa stood up, attempting to locate the source of either of the voices. She started to count to 10, attempting to calm down and relax, this was a technique her dad had showed her.

"1..2..3..4" The more evil voice shouted. "Give in!"

"5..6..7..8"

"That's it! You can do it!" The kinder voice yelled.

"9..10"

Elsa looked around her. The storm had stopped, and a silence filled the room. She was exhausted. Using her powers to that extent drained her. She felt dizzy, and passed out. As soon as her body hit the floor, she jolted awake into reality.

She woke with a start, bashing her head against the door behind her.

"Ow.." She mumbled, rubbing where her head made contact with the door.

"Crazy dream, huh?" Elsa looked up, standing no more than 3 feet in front of her was a boy who seemed around the age of 14. His hair was frost white, similar to Elsa's, but not trace of blonde. He was leaning onto a staff at his right side. He gave Elsa a smile and she could feel all her troubles melt away. It was filled with kindness and a warm welcome.

"Who are you?" Elsa asked the boy.

"Me? I'm Jack Frost. And what about you?" He requested.

"I'm Elsa." She spoke timidly. She was uncertain of how to react. He was definitely the voice form her dream. How did he do that? Why did he help her out?

He must have picked up on the worry on her face.

"It's ok, I only want to help you!" He insisted. Help? How could he possibly help me?

"Oh! Here, look." He walked over to Elsa's window. He breathed on it, leaving a huge smudge of moisture on the window, which immediately froze over. He started to trace out the outline of a bunny in the ice. After he completed the drawing, it started to sparkle, as if it was coming to life.

No, wait, it was.

The image of the bunny detached itself from the window, filling into a full out 3D rabbit, bouncing around on the air.

"See, we're alike, me and you." He held his hand out, giving that inviting smile. She reached out and grabbed his hand. He felt as cold as ice, but that didn't bother Elsa. That's how she felt most of the time. She actually liked the feel of it.

He raised his hands and a gust of wind blew the window open.

"Let's have some fun." He spoke with such enthusiasm, all Elsa could do was accept, and she was glad she did.

For the next few months, Jack visited every so often, usually in times when Elsa felt alone, or scared of her powers. Jack always helped her feel more confident about them, helping her control it, rather than fear it, and for a while, things where great. Till Jack never showed up again, and things got even harder. She started to lose the control she gained, and her fear only grew. Once her parents died, Elsa completely gave up, accepting defeat. Her fear had one. Everyone who ever helped her had left her, and the one person who wanted too needed to stay away for safety.

That's when Elsa truly felt alone.

So, what did you all think? I would appreciate reviews! Even if your telling me this sucks! I welcome it!

Also, I apologize if I take a bit for the next update, I'm still kind of figuring out where I wanna take the story, so I'm taking my time making sure I make the right calls!