CHAPTER 3:

CAN YOU TEACH ME?

{Elsa's POV}

Who was this man? How had he gotten in here? And why was he coughing so much? Is it because of the cold, is it because of me?

"Who are you?!"

The man slowly raised his head. He said something through his coughs but I couldn't make out what. He lowered his hand and raised his head and he stood there, staring at me. I repeated," Who are you and how did you get in here?" The man squints at me. I felt very uncomfortable. The wind was blowing more fiercely, a storm had started in my room, a storm I couldn't control.

"Please, you need to leave." He remained standing. At that moment, snow started falling. This made the man look up, he remained unscathed. Why isn't he running away? He shouldn't be near me, I could hurt him. I have to get him out of here.

{Frederick's POV}

Frederick stares at the snow, admiring it, admiring her. He didn't expect this, a magical being. He lowered his gaze back onto her. Who was this girl? He moved forward and as he did, the little girl, Elsa, backed away. She held her arms at her chest.

"Please, don't come any closer. You could get hurt."

He stopped and stared at her, tilting his head a little bit. 'She can't control it.', he thought. "You don't have to worry about hurting me, you can't." He continued to move towards her and this surprised her.

{Elsa's POV}

Why was he coming closer? Can't he see that I'm a monster? Elsa backed away even further but the man continued towards her. At that moment, she got scared and raised her hands. "Please, go away!", she screamed as she felt her powers surge out of her hands. She had created ice shards that flew towards the man and struck him in the chest. She screamed and covered her eyes. I've done it again. I've hurt someone. I'm a monster, I don't deserve to live. Elsa kept her face in her hands but eventually, she realised something. The man hadn't fallen down. There had been no thud. She hesitantly raised her head and was shocked to see the man still standing with the ice shards embedded into his chest. His face showed no signs of pain. How?

{Frederick's POV}

I felt more shock as those ice shards flew towards me and they thrusted into my chest. I've gotten slow. I felt the sharp pain course through my body but I had gotten used to such pain. This was nothing new for me. I stared at the shards and saw that they were jagged. Fear was controlling her. I look up and see the girl covering her face, trembling. She eventually looked up and her eyes widened when she saw me.

I raise my hand and grab one of the shards and pull it out. It was covered with blood which made the girl cringe with disgust. I then raise my other hand and pull the other shard out. With both shards in my hands, I look up at the girl. "Elsa, was it?" She nods. I stare at her, my expression remaining unchanged and then my hands are engulfed in a small fire that instantly melt the frozen shards. Elsa falls back, surprised by this.

{Elsa's POV}

I could hardly believe my eyes. First, he doesn't even get hurt by my magic and now he creates fire out of his hands. Is he... like me?

"How... how did you do that?"

The fire in his hands dies down. He quickly backs up and stands next to the wardrobe. This seemed strange. Why was he doing that?

"Tell your parents that you were sleeping and that you had a nightmare. They won't be able to see me." I glare at him. What did he mean they won't be able to see him. Of cousre they can, he's right there! At that moment, my door swings open and my parents quickly rush into the room.

"Elsa, what happened?", asked my father who was out of breath.

"Did you lose control?"

I stare at my parents face which was filled with worry but my eyes travel towards the man who had now moved closer to my parents. How were they not noticing him? At that moment, the man took his arm and swung it at my father. I nearly jumped up and screamed to stop him but stopped when I saw his arm faze through my father. What the heck just happened? Am I going crazy?

"You had a nightmare.", the man muttered and I got out of my trance.

"I had a nightmare", I stuttered. My parents continue to stare at me, their worried expression never dropping. "I had a nightmare and I got scared." The king then sighs a breath of relief and stands up straight. He moves closer to Elsa and bends down, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright, Elsa. Just try to control your emotions. You remember what the trolls said, you can't let fear control you.", said my father reassuringly.

"Well, these trolls underestimate the powers of fear then.", said the man who was now standing next to my mother. Even now, his expression remained the same. No hint of joy, sorrow or any type of identifiable emotion. Who was this man?

My father stared at me for a few more seconds when he got up and gestured for my mother to leave the room. My mother gives me a sincere smile and leaves with my father. I was now alone in the room with this man.

{Frederick's POV}

I turn back towards Elsa. It was clear her parents were afraid of her and were following the advice of trolls to help her. A strange set of events.

"Who are you?", asked the girl. She was a bit more confident now.

"Frederick, Mana Frederick.", I said as she continues to glare at me.

The girl clears her throat. "My name is Elsa, Elsa of Arendelle." She does a little curtsy. It was cute. She straightens herself up and continues to glare at me. This staring contest lasts for a few minutes until she finally speaks up. "What are you, why couldn't my parents see you? How did your arm pass through my dad?"

I cough a few times. "I am a specter.", I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world but it wasn't. Elsa's face bursts with confusion. "A specter is a type of a spirit." Her mouth forms an 'O' when I said specter.

"Does that- does that mean you're dead?", she asked, probably scared of the answer.

"Yes", I said without hesitation. "But that is not of any concern. The real question is that how did you get your powers?"

She looks at her hands, trembling. "I was born with them. They're a curse.", she spat those words.

"Only if you see them as such. It's how you see them and what you choose to do with them is what makes them what they are: dangerous."

Elsa looks up, her eyes scanning me. "You created fire before. Are you like me?". she inquired.

"Yes, I do employ a certain level of magic but unlike you, I was not born with them but that tale is for another time.", I said and I could tell that she was excited to meet someone like her.

"How did you learn to control them?"

"Sheer will."

"Can you teach me?"

Teach her? Could she be thought? She didn't see her powers as a gift but more of a curse. It would be difficult to make her think otherwise and until then she will never be able to control them properly. As my thoughts race around her request, I suddenly get a vision.

In my vision, I saw fire and destruction. Chaos and ruin wherever I looked. I look around and see bodies and in the distance stood a figure, dark and menacing and that figure laughed. It approaced me and I felt fear, true fear but as it got closer, it stopped, his foot covered with ice. He didn't seem to mind but it did slow him down, slow enough for other figures to attack him and take him down. And then, the vision ends.

I look up and see Elsa staring at me, scared. I find myself kneeling on the ground, clutching my head. He shouldn't be here. He wasn't suppose to escape. Elsa was there, she's meant to be there. And it was settled, I was going to train Elsa. But I had to return to that vision and see what else it held.

"Are you okay?", she whispered to me.

I stand up, coughing slightly. "I'm fine." I glare at her and see the worry present in her eyes.

"We start training tomorrow.", I command.