"I'm not certain of the exact way to get there, but I know it isn't too far - Anna manages to visit them every couple of days."

Jack blinked in confusion as he watched Elsa gather the books into her arms. The shift in her mood was baffling, as well as her rambling. He hadn't the faintest idea of what - or, more appropriately, who - she was talking about. "Visits who?"

"And they saved Anna's life - twice!" she continued, oblivious to her guest's confusion as her eyes scanned the room for anything that would make the burden of carrying the books less of a chore. "If anyone would know how to help you, it's them!" she enthused, before spotting a suitable bag beside the window.

Again, Jack stared blankly at the queen as she crossed the room. "Who?!"

Elsa momentarily stopped her task of shoving the books into the small bag and gave the Winter Spirit a bewildered look.

"The trolls, of course."

Seemingly satisfied with her explanation, the Queen of Arendelle swiftly threw the bag over her shoulder and left the room. She was fairly certain the trolls could decipher any hidden meanings within the pages of the books, and if not, she assumed they could do more than her anyway. Despite being born with her powers, she was a bit of a beginner when it came to understanding magic.

Still in her parents' old room, Jack stood stoically as he remained rooted to the floor, letting her words sink in.

"Trolls?"

Anna felt her heart-rate quicken as the sound of her sister's footsteps grew louder. Thinking quickly, she slipped down the corridor and hid behind the large vase that her fiancé had knocked over the night before, just as the queen emerged from their parents' old room.

Where she had been talking to someone.

Anna knew - or at least, hoped - that nobody else had been in there, for she herself had left the room only moments ago. Perhaps "talking" to their parents was how Elsa coped with the loss, too? Were her and Anna more alike than it seemed?

She watched as Elsa glanced up and down the hall, and for one heart-stopping second, Anna feared she was caught, but instead, Elsa adjusted the bag on her shoulder and began making her way down the corridor.

"No, it's fine. I've got it."

The Princess of Arendelle was utterly baffled as her sister began conversing with the air. She squeezed herself tighter against the wall as Elsa passed her hiding spot with a giggle.

"That would definitely be a sight, no doubt."

Anna watched as her sister turned the corner and headed towards the stairs, before she felt it was safe to breathe again. Letting out a sigh, she shimmied out from the tight area behind the vase, for once thankful for having to wear a corset occasionally - it apparently came in handy when one was spying on their crazy sister.

Anna had always known Elsa had been a bit... different, and after the reveal of her powers, she thought she had figured everything out. But this talking-to-thin-air-Elsa was a little too coo-coo for Anna. Maybe locking herself in her room her whole life had caused the queen to conjure up a few imaginary friends?

Toying with the ends of her braid, Anna decided that she had delayed her meeting with Kristoff long enough - maybe her fiancé would have a better idea of what was wrong with Elsa. After all, he was raised by life-saving love-experts with an uncanny amount of knowledge.

Jack tried to stifle a laugh as he watched the Queen of Arendelle struggle with the bag. He had offered to carry them, like the gentleman he is, but she refused - apparently, a floating bag of books would be just as strange as floating, non-bagged books.

They had barely gotten past her guards, who were a bit hesitant to let the queen leave unaccompanied. Naturally, Jack assured them all would be well, and that if her powers weren't enough to protect her, he'd step in and help.

Of course, only the queen herself heard this, and her muffled giggling at nothing only caused the guards' concern to double. In the end, she had reluctantly pulled the "I'm the Queen and I do what I want" card, so the guards had no choice but to let her pass.

"You know," Jack began with a smirk as they walked down the street and towards the surrounding forest, "We could have just used the giant hole in the wall that your sister uses."

Elsa gave him a sideways look, her eyes asking the question her mouth wasn't able to - unless of course she wanted to look insane.

Because dressed like royalty and frolicking towards the forest with a bag of books tossed over your shoulder was completely normal.

"Never mind," he laughed, not wanting to get the princess in trouble. She seemed like a sweet girl, and he couldn't blame her if she felt the need to escape the castle every once in a while.

Elsa opened her mouth, no doubt about to press him for information, but closed it when she caught sight of a young villager gaping at her.

"Good morning," she smiled sweetly.

The young boy immediately turned red as he bowed his head politely. "G-good M-morning, Queen E-Elsa," he stuttered nervously.

Jack let out a huff of amusement at the exchange, before remembering something that had been bothering him.

"So, where exactly do these, uh, trolls live?" Jack asked hesitantly. He had heard Tooth and North talking about trolls before; they were kind of related to the elves, but wiser. Or maybe they were related to the fairies? Jack couldn't remember which one exactly, but he knew not to question their existence. After all, if the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and a Queen with snow powers were real, why couldn't a couple of trolls exist as well?

Again, Elsa gave him an annoyed look, but before she could mouth a not now, the young boy spoke up.

"M-my mother said that the trolls aren't real."

Both the queen and the Winter Spirit stopped in their tracks as they turned back around to face the young boy.

"You can see me?"

"You can see him?"

Jack and Elsa both shot each other surprised looks as they spoke in sync, before turning back to the villager.

Again, his cheeks flushed red as he looked towards the ground. "Was I not supposed to?" he asked hesitantly.

Elsa was at a loss for words while Jack rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Well, uhm..." he began slowly, unsure of what to say.

"It's just that - " Elsa began, finally finding her voice, but Jack quickly interrupted before she could say anything damaging.

"It's surprising you'd even notice me with the beautiful Queen of Arendelle strolling through the town - after all, that isn't a common sight!"

Both the queen and the kid flushed red at Jack's explanation, but before either could respond, a woman's voice interjected.

"Timothy! Come, sweetie - time for lunch!"

The young boy, presumably Timothy, gave them a shy look before backing away slowly.

"It w-was nice meeting you, Queen Elsa," he mumbled, before shifting his gaze to Jack. "You, too, sir."

And with that, he turned around swiftly and raced towards the voice.

Jack let out a relieved sigh that the boy didn't realize who he was, before a small smile spread across his face. The kid may not have realized he was Jack Frost, but he at least believed in Jack Frost.

Again, Elsa opened her mouth to say something, now that they were alone, but Jack cut her off once more.

"Lunch time, already? We better hurry!"

And with that, he motioned for the blonde to continue leading them.

Elsa let out a sigh as she re-adjusted the bag on her shoulders and continued forward.

"You know, I don't mind carrying that - " the Winter Spirit tried once more, earning a glare from the queen.

"Floating objects are less common than a wandering queen, Jack; I've got it."

Holding his hands up innocently, Jack allowed a small smirk to surface. He didn't want to carry them anyway.

Sorry for the wait!