"I spy with my little eye something…orange," Olaf said as he, Elsa, and Jack each sat on large coils of rope on the ship's deck.

"Your nose," Elsa and Jack said in bored unison.

"That's right!" the snowman giggled as he clutched his large carrot nose.

Jack fell backwards and groaned, "Uggggh, we've been at this for weeks! We should have seen the castle by now. Maybe…maybe I got something wrong."

"Or maybe Kristoff was right. Maybe whoever lives in that castle doesn't want to be found," Elsa said.

She stood up and walked to the railing, her chin cupped in her pale fist. The dark blue ocean spread out before her on this dull, gray day. Now and then the sailors looked warily upwards at the sky, fearful of the storm that was sure to come. Farther off in the distance the gray clouds smashed together into an angry black storm that the ship was desperately trying to sail away from it for the last few days.

They don't want to be found, she thought as she stared into the storm, and then she knew where the castle had to be.

"Jack," Elsa said to the still-collapsed winter spirit. "When you were flying over the castle, did you have to fly through a storm to get to it?"

"Yeah, so? Storms happen at sea all the time."

"But what if it wasn't a normal storm? What if it's used as a sort of smokescreen?"

Jack hopped up and a grin cracked his face. "I guess there's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

"Yes, there is," Elsa said with a small smile.

She turned to the water and with a few waves of her hand she crafted a small yet sturdy boat of ice. Jack hopped up over the railing and into the boat.

"What, we're going in this? Why not take the ship?" he asked.

"I'm not going to risk the lives of the sailors on board in case we're wrong," Elsa answered as she climbed down an ice ladder that grew longer with each step down she took.

"Elsa, where are ya going?" Olaf cried out.

He held his head over the railing and gasped. Several sailors looked overboard and yelled out, "Your majesty, what are you doing?"

"We are going to investigate the storm to see if that is where the castle is hiding. Stay within the area for at least six days," Elsa shouted back.

"Let us go with you!" the captain said.

"No. This is a quest we must do ourselves. Olaf, I need you stay on board. If something happens to me, I am sure you will be the first to know about it."

The snowman's big eyes grew bigger and shiny with tears, but he nodded and said, "I understand, Elsa."

"Quick, someone give them provisions," the captain barked at the sailors, and soon enough the little boat was crammed with barrels of smoked fish, water, hard bread, and onions.

"Good luck, you two!" Olaf cried out as he waved good-bye.

The other sailors saluted them as Elsa and Jack propelled their boat away from the ship with combined gusts of icy wind. The boat practically skipped over the waves towards the menacing storm ahead.

When they stopped for dinner, Elsa offered him some smoked eel but he waved it away.

"Winter. Spirit. I don't eat," he said.

"Right," Elsa said. No wonder he always seemed to disappear during meal times on the ship. "I take it you don't sleep either?"

"No-o-o-ope. Well, I can pretend to sleep if I'm bored enough."

"I see," she said as she looked at him crouched on the railing with his crook on his shoulder. Her curiosity got the better of her. "May I ask how you were born or created?"

"The moon lifted me from a frozen pond," he said sharply and turned away from her.

Elsa's stomach twisted with regret for having touched a now-obvious sore spot. She ate in silence until Jack spoke again.

"Darkness, that's the first thing I remember," he said, his face looking up at the crescent moon. "It was dark and cold and I was scared, but then I saw the moon...so big and it was so bright and it seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore. Why I was there and what I was meant to do, that I've never known and a part of me wonders if I ever will."

"How do you know your name is Jack Frost?"

"The moon told me so." He turned to her, his clear blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. "That was all he ever told me and that was a long, long time ago."

"I hope that he will answer your questions soon."

"Yeah, and maybe one day he can tell you why you were born with your powers. Are you sure your mother didn't eat a magical flower or something before you were born?"

Elsa chuckled, "No, nothing like that. Everything was completely normal except that when I was born, the moon wasn't full like it was for you. I was born under a new moon and it was one of the darkest nights anyone had remembered. They were afraid that there had been a curse cast upon the kingdom and that my mother would have trouble giving birth to me, but everything was fine. A few days later I sneezed so hard that snowflakes flew out my nose and we all learned that I wasn't as normal as we thought."

Jack laughed so hard he fell off the boat. Luckily a breeze caught him and blew him back on deck. Later that night Elsa told Jack the rest of the story about her powers before she made a bed of snow to sleep in while Jack held watch.

The next afternoon they arrived just at the front of the perilous storm. Elsa froze both hers and Jack's feet to the deck so that they wouldn't be thrown overboard by the wind and water.

"Ready?" Elsa asked.

"Ready," he answered and laughed at her stony face. "Don't look so serious. If worse comes to worse I could fly you out."

"Can you?"

"I guarantee it."

"Let's hope you won't have to, then," she said as she shook head.

They pushed on for another half hour before they plunged into the storm. Hail fell from the sky so hard and fast that it cracked parts of the boat. Elsa had to stop propelling the boat and focus on fixing the cracks so they wouldn't sink. Waves crashed over them and tried to drag them overboard, but Elsa's ice boots kept them attached to the ship. Jack continued to push the boat forward with his icy wind, but the gale winds that smacked against slowed the boat down to a crawl.

A cold lump formed in Elsa's stomach. They had been sailing for some time in this horrible storm, certainly they would have seen the castle by now. She was hit by the thought of her parents who had died at sea. Was this the same storm that brought down their ship?

"We…we were wrong, Jack. I was wrong. There's no castle here," Elsa said, her body feeling weak.

"We won't know until we get through this!" Jack roared over the storm.

"There's no getting through this."

"There has to be!" He shattered his ice boots that attached him to the boat with a sharp blow from his crook. "We've tried it your way, now let's try mine."

He shattered Elsa's ice boots, scooped her up in his scrawny arms, and jumped off towards the clouds. They were whipped around by the vicious winds, but Jack rode with their choppy turns and popped up through the dark clouds and into the brilliant blue sky.

Though she was breathless from the sudden flight, she quickly spotted a patch of fluffy white clouds snuggled amongst the miles of black clouds.

"Think that's where our castle is?" Jack said.

"Yes!" Elsa laughed, but then she said much more seriously, "I'm sorry I lost my head back there. I was scared and I…I let my fear take control of me again."

He shrugged and said, "Eh, it was pretty scary down there, but we're up here now, and all we gotta do is head on down to that castle. You ready?"

"Yes!"

"Hang on!"

She shrieked at first as they plummeted towards that small patch of white clouds, but his wild laugh was contagious, and soon she was laughing too. They punctured the white cloud and glided down like snowflakes to the open front gates of the magnificent ice castle that floated on the seas.