Elsa watched curiously as Jack flipped through the first book, his handsome face contorted into a look of concentration.

"I don't recognize this language," he admitted after taking a quick peek at the second book. He looked slightly crestfallen, the expression tugging at Elsa's heartstrings.

She let out a prolonged sigh of defeat and took the book from him. "You're just completely helpless, aren't you?" she smirked.

He scowled at her taunt, though he knew she was only teasing. "It's not my fault you guys don't have anything in English!"

The queen shook her head in amusement as she skimmed through the book. "We have plenty of books in English," she mused absentmindedly. "Just none in the subject of magic."

Jack let out a frustrated groan as he picked himself up off of the floor, where he had been sitting. "Well, that's not very helpful," he muttered as he began to pace.

Elsa gave him a small smile as she sat on the foot of her parent's bed, her eyes glued to the pages in front of her. She didn't want to admit it, but even when she feared her own magic, the concept always fascinated her. She idly wondered why she hadn't taken down the books sooner.

She knew her people still feared her powers, regardless of whether or not they accepted them. She couldn't blame them - bringing down an eternal winter upon her home was one hell of an accident. Her people had forgiven her, but she knew they would never truly forget.

"I'm not sure what I should be looking for," she began slowly, pausing briefly to turn the page, "but I'm almost certain it wouldn't be in this book."

Jack let out another groan as he plopped down beside her. "What about the others?" he asked, his voice sounding almost desperate. He had been away from his home for almost a whole day.

"I can check, but I do have to take care of a few things," she assured, closing the book and setting it on the floor beside her feet. "It would probably be wise to find someone else to translate for you. My sister is familiar with - "

"No," he interrupted hastily, before giving her an apologetic look. "I-I mean, I can't have anyone else know about me. I don't know what would happen."

Elsa gave him an understanding smile. "Anna may be eccentric, and a tad ditzy, but she can help. We both learned how to read this at a very young age."

Jack directed his sights on the pile of books at their feet. He knew enlisting the princess's help would probably be a good idea, but he didn't want to risk anybody else knowing about him. Only Elsa knew, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Suddenly a startling thought occurred to him - Elsa wasn't the only one who knew.

"Who, or what, is Olaf?" he asked incredulously.

Elsa's sweet disposition immediately turned hostile. "Excuse me?"

The white-haired boy cringed slightly at her accusing tone. "He could see me," he went on sheepishly. "Why?"

The queen still looked peeved, but humored him. "He is my creation, and my friend. Though I am uncertain how he was able to see you," she confessed as her fingers tugged at the ends of her braid. "Perhaps it is because I believe in you, and I made him. Or because he is made of snow, and you are the Winter Spirit."

Jack still looked unconvinced by her logic. "I don't like it."

Elsa's blue eyes narrowed in offense. "What do you mean by 'it'?"

"Not 'it' as in the little guy himself," Jack defended nervously, not meaning to offend the queen or insult her friend, "but 'it' as in the fact that he can see me."

Elsa's mouth formed a slight "O" in understanding. She knew Olaf meant well, but he wasn't known for being subtle. He had already made a scene the night before. "I'll talk to him," she announced, standing up from her bed.

"Now?" Jack blurted, blushing at the quizzical look the queen gave him.

"Yes, Jack - before he convinces all of Arendelle that the castle is haunted."

The Guardian of Fun let out a labored sigh. "Alright... I'll wait here, I guess."

Elsa gave him an approving smile before leaving the room. She knew Olaf would be in the castle somewhere, since Anna and Kristoff had planned a day together and would no doubt want alone time. As kind and big-hearted as the little guy was, his cheerful and ever-sunny disposition could be a bit much.

She peeked into Anna's room, knowing that the snowman would occasionally spend his time in there. It was empty, though she had already suspected that much.

The obvious place to look was the ballroom, since it was currently housing Sven. Though she wouldn't admit to it, Elsa was guilty of feeding the friendly reindeer a few spare carrots. Her outburst yesterday had probably spooked him, but she didn't mean to. The situation was just way too embarrassing for her to have a witness - especially with the witness being Jack Frost.

As a young girl, the story of Jack Frost was definitely her and Anna's favorite. She remembered they would pretend he was a prince from a far away land, and he would come to seek Elsa's hand in marriage. He was, of course, seemingly the perfect match for her - as Anna unknowingly and embarrassingly pointed out the day before.

Thinking back on those memories caused the queen's cheeks to burn. As a child, she had always imagined Jack Frost sweeping her off her feet. Even after the accident, she had wished he were real, so she'd have someone to relate to and help her. And now here she was, helping him.

It wasn't exactly what she had imagined, but she knew her younger self would be satisfied nonetheless. Though the marriage aspect was blissfully absent.

Sure, he was a very, very attractive young man - regardless that he was, in reality, hundreds of years old. She knew firsthand that he put others before himself, with his heart-wrenching story he had told her being the basis of that fact. And he was charming, which was crucial on her list of the perfect Prince Charming, obviously.

But Elsa didn't need to find herself a king to rule with. Arendelle was ever-prospering, and she knew not to fix something that remained unbroken. And though a little voice in her head told her in would be nice to fall in love, the responsibility of the Kingdom coming first outweighed it every time.

But the little voice didn't quiet completely until an even smaller voice reminded her that Jack would be leaving, and nothing could happen anyway.

She quickly pushed away those thoughts as she neared the ballroom. The sounds of laughter wafted faintly through the door, and Elsa couldn't help but smile.

She opened the doors slowly, her smile turning into a full-fledged grin at the sight of the snowman dancing around with a broom, his personal flurry sputtering about. Sven watched wide-eyed, though his sights were most certainly on the snowman's carrot nose.

"La da daaa, da daaa la da!" Olaf sung as he spun around with his "partner."

Elsa cleared her throat, hoping to get his attention without startling him.

He immediately ceased his dancing at the sight of the queen. "Elsa!" he grinned, tossing aside the broom as his little snow legs bringing him towards her as fast as they could. "May I have this dance?" he asked playfully, bowing towards her and extending his twig arm.

Elsa let out a small giggle as she curtsied in response. "I'd be delighted."

She bent over awkwardly as the snowman began dancing with her. He closed his eyes and began humming again, and she used the opportunity to think of what to say, since her mind on her way to find him was preoccupied.

"Who did you see last night?" she asked cautiously after a few minutes of quiet deliberation.

Olaf continued to dance as he answered. "I saw a man in the room you guys never go in."

Elsa felt a knot in her stomach as she tried to ignore his description of their late parents' room. "I am aware of that," she began slowly, before taking a deep breath and continuing, "but I am curious to know if you know who he was?"

The snowman halted his movements as he gave his creator a curious look. "Why did no one else see him?" he asked, ignoring her question.

The queen gave him a sad smile as she lowered herself to a sitting position on the floor. "I can only honestly answer that if you answer me first."

Olaf nodded as he sat down as well. "Okay, well, I don't think I know who he is, but maybe you can tell me if I do?"

Elsa let out a sigh. She wasn't sure how to explain the situation. "Well, that depends - have you heard the story of Jack Frost?"

Olaf scratched his head in recollection. "Only in passing, I suppose."

Surprised, Elsa leaned closer to him. "You have?"

He nodded slowly. "I'm pretty sure - he's a children's tale, right?"

"Yes, he is."

Olaf's nodding became more sure. "Then, yes, I have heard of him," he replied with a smile. "I listened in on story time once when Anna took me and Sven into town - a nice lady was reading the kids a book, and I heard her say something about 'ice powers' and just had to hear it!"

Elsa's smile wavered. If parents were reading the story to their children, did that mean it was possible she wasn't the only believer - besides Olaf, of course.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden gasp from her creation. "Is that man Jack Frost?"

The queen closed her eyes as she sorted out what to say. "Olaf, I trust you can keep a secret?" she began hesitantly, opening her eyes.

The snowman's eyes widened in anticipation. "Of course!"

Elsa's smile returned. "Yes, that man is Jack Frost, but he is lost. I am helping him find his way back, but he can't have anyone else know about him."

Olaf's expression turned to one of confusion. "Why not? Won't Princess Anna find out when he comes down to dinner?"

"No, she can't see him."

"She can't see him? Why not?"

Elsa paused briefly - she should have expected the snowman's questions. "She... she doesn't believe in him - at least, not anymore. And only those who believe can see him."

The snowman nodded solemnly in understanding. "Oh."

"And he doesn't want her to. He doesn't want anyone to," she continued. "He needs to stay a secret, okay?"

Olaf gave her a warm smile. "I won't tell a soul," he assured.

"Thank you, Olaf," Elsa breathed, reaching over to hug him.

He returned it immediately. "Of course," he laughed.

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