Elsa arched her eyebrow in confusion. What had this guy meant by "You can see me"? Of course she could see him; he was standing in plain sight! And it wasn't as if he couldn't be easily detected - he was paler than her, as well as tall and lanky. No experienced thief, that was for sure. She tried to hide her slight amusement under a mask of profession. "Who are you?" she repeated. "And how did you get in here?"

The white-haired boy continued to gaze at her, his eyes slowly trailing down her arms and to her hands. She held back a smirk as his ice-blue eyes widened at the display of her powers.

Her mirth was soon diminished though when the pale boy grinned. That was definitely not the reaction she was expecting.

"You must be Queen Elsa," he deducted gleefully, bowing politely. Before she could ask him how he could possibly know that, he continued. "I'm Jack Frost, and it's a pleasure meeting you."

The Queen lowered one arm and tilted her head quizzically. "J-Jack Frost?" she repeated, her own blue eyes widening.

The boy shrugged nonchalantly as he sauntered towards her, causing her to back up a bit. "The one and only," he purred, leaning against the doorway.

Elsa resumed her defensive position, narrowing her eyes. "Jack Frost isn't real," she retorted, ice sparking threateningly from her finger tips, "and you're trespassing."

With a bittersweet smile, "Jack" shook his head slightly. "Well, you obviously think I'm real, since you can see me."

Elsa quickly looked him over again. He was wearing a strange dark blue sweater, tight tan pants, and no shoes. His hair was literally white, and his skin was indeed paler than hers, which was an impressive feat. But that still didn't mean he was the Winter Spirit. "I don't believe in Jack Frost," she concluded, crossing her arms defiantly. "He's just a character in a story my mother had read me; nothing more."

Jack laughed dryly. "I don't know how else to explain this; if you can see me, that means you believe in me," he replied, giving her a crooked smile. "And so far, you're the only one who has seen me, so I guess that means you'll have to help me."

The Queen scoffed at the idea. "I have to help you?" she repeated incredulously. "I am the Queen of Arendelle, Mr. 'Frost', and you are nothing more than a - " she began, before the pale boy gasped in realization.

"Arendelle... 1767..." he mumbled to himself, staring at the floor. "I must have - but that's not possible!"

Elsa gave the intruder a bewildered look as he began pacing back and forth, his hands running through his white hair frantically.

"How will I get back? Is there even a - " he cut off suddenly, giving her a desperate look. "Do you have a clock?"

Again, Elsa arched a brow. "A clock..?"

Jack hurried towards her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently. "Yes! One made of ice?"

The Queen's eyes bugged out in surprise. No one had ever dared to handle her so roughly - or at all, actually. Even though everyone seemed to have accepted her and her powers, they were still wary of getting too close. And besides her dear sister Anna, she hadn't come in contact with a person in a long time.

But what was probably the strangest thing was that where this boy's hands touched her exposed skin, she felt a burning cold sensation - although it was far from unpleasant.

Jack must have realized his lack of manners and quickly removed his hands. "S-sorry," he stuttered, taking a large step back. "I just need to get home."

Elsa tentatively hugged herself, hoping she could rid her skin of that strange feeling. She gave the boy an inquisitive look, still not trusting him. "You still haven't told me your real name," she insisted, glaring at him with distaste.

The young man rolled his eyes, before flicking his fingers.

He smiled while Elsa watched in amazement as a flurry of frost shot out from his finger tips. "H-how - " she began, but was silenced as he waved his hand, creating a slight snowfall.

"Jack Frost: Winter Spirit and Guardian of Fun," he smirked, enjoying her child-like wonder. Her blue eyes slowly followed one particular snowflake, and she held out her hand to catch it. The delicate flake landed gracefully in her palm, and instead of melting, it remained completely intact. She marveled at its beauty, while Jack took the chance to get a better look at her.

She looked similar to the princess he had followed, but much too young to be her mother. Sisters... he decided. She was much more fair-skinned, and her hair was so blonde, it looked almost white. Her eyes were a similar blue color, but maybe a shade lighter. She didn't look as kind and carefree as her sister, but she was just as pretty - maybe a little prettier, actually, but in a sophisticated way.

His eyes shamelessly trailed further down from her face, and he felt himself blush as he realized her dress was a lot more form-fitting than the princess's, and she definitely had more of a womanly shape.

"How did you get in here?"

His eyes snapped back up to hers, and he felt himself blush harder. It was obvious she hadn't noticed his wandering gaze, and her harden features seemed to soften after his snowy reveal as she looked at him curiously.

"What?" he asked quizzically, still a little flustered. He unknowingly brought his hand to his scalp and mussed up his hair nervously.

Elsa's poise returned as she straightened her stance and gave him a blank look. "How did you get in here, Mr. Frost?"

Jack grinned sheepishly at her question. "The window..." he admitted.

The Queen's hardened expression returned as she narrowed her eyes in a glare. "So you did break in?" she spat, taking a step away from him.

"No!" Jack exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him in protest. "I was out in the woods - totally lost - and I saw the princess and she couldn't see me but I followed her hoping I'd find someone who could!"

Elsa gasped in worry. "Anna..? She was in the - did you hurt her?!" she bellowed, her big-sister instincts working in overdrive.

"No!" Jack insisted, before looking up in remembrance. "I mean, not really; I threw a snowball at her, just to see if... but then she was like 'Elsa!' and then I got curious..." he explained, his gaze focusing on the queen once more.

"You..." she began incredulously, giving him a somewhat amused look, "...threw a snowball at her?"

The white-haired boy smiled guiltily, shrugging his shoulders.

Elsa crossed her arms as she smirked slightly. "Why?"

Jack laughed awkwardly. "Well, I - "

"Elsa!"

Both Jack and the queen directed their attention to the princess entering the room. Anna was now dressed in a clean blue gown and her hair was now pulled into a loose braid. She gave her sister a curious look, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Were you in the woods today?" she asked hesitantly.

Elsa's eyes darted between her sister and the young man smirking triumphantly next to her, and when their eyes met, he winked cheekily.

She quickly focused back on the princess, who raised her brows skeptically. "Elsa?"

"No..?" the Queen drawled slowly, unsure of how to answer. "Why would I be, Anna?"

Anna's eyes glanced over at where her sister kept looking, but she didn't see anything besides the door frame. "Someone threw a... a snowball at me," she admitted.

Again, Elsa glanced at Jack, who snorted in amusement.

"A snowball?" the blonde repeated slowly. "But it's the middle of summer, Anna."

Her sister sighed in frustration. "I know, Elsa! That's why I figured it was you!"

"Nope, it was me," Jack announced loudly, causing the queen to jump slightly in surprise.

Anna noticed her sister seemed spooked, and she raised a brow curiously. "Are you feeling okay?"

Jack continued to grin as Elsa tried to regain her composure. She could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment, and having Anna think she had gone mad wasn't something she needed right now.

But at that thought, an even more terrifying one entered her mind: Had she gone mad?

After all, Anna couldn't see the pale boy standing next to her, and he even admitted she was the only one who had seen him. Did that mean no one else believed in Jack Frost? Elsa herself was a little surprised she believed - her mother had read that story to them thousands of times, and in her heart, she must have hoped someone like him was real; someone like her.

But if that were the case, why couldn't Anna see him? Had the trolls removed that memory as well? It was possible - her believing in a boy with ice-y powers could have triggered the memory of her sister's own powers, but it still seemed strange. Jack Frost was their favorite story; she had to remember something - otherwise Elsa feared she had gone mad.

She gave Anna a pleading look as she took a deep breath, wondering how to say what she needed to without sounding insane.

"Do you believe in Jack Frost?"

Chapter three!

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