Jack's feet remained poised on the wooden staff as if it were some odd surfboard, even when shards of killer ice shot up from the frozen lake, getting dangerously close to Jack's heels. Determined to find Elsa before she did something she would regret, he pressed on. It was hard to search for someone, though, when you could barely see ten inches in front of you. The blizzard was worsening by the second, and if Jack were a normal person, he'd be wording about catching pneumonia, or frostbite.
Someone slips by Jack, narrowly missing him. The man is tall with broad shoulders and messy yellow blond hair. The man could only be a few years older than Jack, but where Jack's body remained slender and boyish, this stranger was bulky and muscular. The man's expression shares in Jack's determination, but he seems even more frantic. The blond man shouts a name into the snowstorm, and Jack's face changes in recognition. "Anna!" Elsa's little sister.
The man takes off again, at a run.
Jack almost wants to follow the man, but he needs to go in a different direction. Jack needs to head deeper into the storm. Jack doesn't doubt that Elsa is right in the middle of this weather phenomenon. It was bitterly cold, and Jack- who never felt cold- felt the chill in his bones.
No more than five minutes later, another person breaks Jack's course. A petite girl with hair as white as Elsa's is staggering along, with the assistance of the strangest snowman Jack has ever seen. Jack stops for a moment, staring and wondering how the hell Elsa had made life with her powers, and wondering if Elsa even knew- because how could something that gave life be considered a curse?
Jack almost makes the mistake of thinking this weak girl is Anna at first, but then the girl looks right at Jack- or, rather, right through him. And Jack can see that she is so different to Elsa, and while Elsa's ivory hair is becoming and beautiful, this girl looks ill and wrong in every sense. The girl looks like she's dying, and when she almost collapses against the icy floor, Jack sees that he was right; this girl was dying.
And he knew who she was.
She was the infamous younger sister of Elsa, the ice Queen. This was the girl Elsa loved with everything she had; this was the girl Elsa was afraid of hurting, and now, Jack feared, Elsa had hurt her badly. This could only have been done with Elsa's magic. Jack found himself seeing two entirely different products of Elsa's power; the good and the bad; the light and the dark; the life it could bring, and the death it could mean. This would destroy Elsa.
Had Elsa even seen Anna in this condition yet? Was that why she had created this terrible storm. Had her devastation materialised into a blizzard?
Jack wasn't overly surprised to find that Anna was going in the same direction as him. He followed her and the little talking snowman; he couldn't just leave them here- Elsa wouldn't want him to. Both Anna and Jack are stopped in their tracks when, all of a sudden, the snowstorm stops. The ice floor becomes even darker; deadly threat there.
Jack remembers the ice on the lake where he died and was resurrected; the one where he saved his own baby sister.
Now, Jack can see everything.
He can see the noble men and women up in the towers, watching over the storm. He can see a reindeer standing alone. He can see that blond man from before, standing still and staring at Anna. He can see Elsa, cowering on the ice floor on her knees, her back to a man. The man is holding a long silver sword, and he is raising it.
Jack breaks out of his stillness.
So does everyone else.
With a gasp and a frightened little smile, Anna is stumbling towards the blond man, and the blond man is running to her. Jack is flying, faster than he ever has before, to Elsa. With immense relief, he realises that he is going to make it. He's going to save her. He grins. Everything will be okay.
He means to fly into the dark haired man, aiming to kill Elsa. He means to send the man back to the floor, and envelope Elsa in his arms.
But nothing ever goes the way Jack plans; he should have expected this.
He flies right through the dark haired stranger, crashing against the ice.
And it occurs to Jack that there is nothing he can do to save Elsa.
A/N: Sorry this is so late because I am a bad person and I had writers block and everything has been really hectic lately. Anyway. This story is coming to a close soon, and I'll try to post again soon. Hope this was okay! Bye! Kate xxx