Jack frowned as he walked from the village that couldn't see him. The wind lifted him into its arms and carried him over the white land beneath. How long he had been flying, he wasn't sure, but the moment he saw the next village, he had to go down. He walked through the few people still lingering on the street. It was the same outcome as the previous village.

A few years passed, and the only thing he could admit to having done was wander through towns and kingdoms. All he wanted was to fill his blank memory with the look of someone that could see him.

"Please," he prayed, "I don't understand why they can't see me." The moon's shine did not change. "You brought me here!" His cheeks reddened in anger. "Tell me!" With the night remaining unchanged, he sat by a tree, which automatically froze against his back. He tapped his finger on his leg. "What to do..."

A drop of ice slipped down his neck. He blinked and looked up. Another drop landed on his cheek. He wiped at it with his palm and stared at the gleam of it on his skin. Sobs filled the air. Jack stood and searched around him. The wind picked him up and sent him soaring.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked. His speed increased. "Is that- Is that a castle?" A castle with tall spires sat on the edge of a fjord with walls guarding it and a town connected by stone bridges appeared ahead of him. The water was crystal blue; the snow glowed white on the rooftops of every building. Mountains loomed behind the miniature kingdom. The tallest mountain cast shadows on the smaller ones. "Here?" The wind let Jack take over in steering. He followed the sound of the cries that continued to echo around him. They got louder the closer he flew to the castle until he was hovering just outside a window. He opened the window slightly and peaked in. When he saw no one, he entered the room. The wallpaper was light purple with blue and darker purple furnishings. His gaze caught every inch of the chamber, especially the lump on the bed. He bent down and looked at the face half under the covers. It was the face of a young girl with tears falling in her sleep.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. Jack put his hand on her forehead, but he didn't feel her shiver, which shocked him. Then, he grinned for the first time since the night he emerged from the ice.

"I'll come back tomorrow," he whispered in her ear.

Elsa sat with her back to the window. Her headband failed to keep the hair from sticking to her face. She shoved the braid off her shoulder and pulled her blue dress back down to her ankles where it refused to stay.

Jack had been at her window that morning the moment he heard the sobs increase. He watched her now, sitting there with her legs pulled up to her chest. There was a knock on the door. She stood up with her hands clutched at her chest. She began to walk to the door when Jack tapped on the glass of her window. He had to test her. She turned slowly and gasped when she saw the man floating outside her window. He smiled at her before putting his finger to his lips. She nodded and continued to the door with the widest eyes.

A tall man with orange hair and a woman with dark hair entered the room. Jack couldn't hear what they were saying, but it looked like they were trying to coax her. She just kept shaking her head while backing away from her. The woman held out her arms and got to her knees. Her face was painful. Elsa resisted. Then the woman said something that caused Elsa to run into the woman's arms and hug her. The man kneeled down and wrapped his arms around the two. Elsa squirmed and shifted her way out of the embrace. She went back to her place at the window. The man and woman let themselves out of the room.

The moment the door closed Elsa jumped up on the cushion lining the windowsill. Jack's smile was still wide. He hadn't expected her to see him. She sat on her knees and opened the window. All she ended up doing was stare at him. His face, she thought. Is that you, Jack? Of course, she knew it was ridiculous to actually ask the strange man if he was the same person as the one that had died in front of her.

"Hi," he chuckled. "I-I heard you crying."

"You heard me?" she asked. She pointed at his feet, childish curiosity flowing through her. "How are you doing that?" He looked down to his dangling feet.

"I'm not sure." He nodded his head toward the room. "Can I come in?" She shifted to the side, and he drifted in. His toes touched the flooring before he finally set his feet down. He leaned on his staff casually. "Why were you crying anyway?" Jack inquired.

"Well-um…" Elsa stuttered. "I-I hurt someone." Jack sat next to her on the cushion, closing the window while he was at it.

"Now how could you have hurt someone?" His smile was small now; his eyes, considerate. She raised her hands with her palms facing up. Jack placed his staff at his feet and went to hold her wrists when she flinched them back to her chest.

"You can't touch," she explained. "They'll hurt you." He reached his hands out carefully, his head bent down slightly, his face telling her words of comfort.

"Don't think about it then." He took her fingers in his. "Just look at me."

"It's okay. It's okay. Don't look down; just look at me." She shook her head to send the memory away.

So Elsa watched his face. She didn't look down and tried not to think about the ice. He flipped her hands over in his, checking them. Then one finger at a time, he slipped her white gloves off. They dropped onto his lap. She held her breath.

"It's okay. Breathe," he told her.

"But I might hurt you too," she whispered. He met her eyes; oh, those scared eyes which were trying so hard not to look down.

He gently put her hands down and took her face between his. His grown hands were just as big if not larger than her head. "Don't you look down. You won't hurt me." He kept eye contact for a few seconds after and then returned to her hands. He played with her small fingers. "See. There's nothing wrong." She lifted her hands and stared at them.

"But-But they hurt Anna." Her sobbing began again. Jack frowned. "They hurt my sister!" She started to grab at the gloves.

"Wait." He lightly put his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "How did they hurt her?"

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone-"

"Well, I'm someone you can trust."

She hesitated before taking one hand and pushing the finger to the glass on the window. Swirls of frost escaped from her finger and spread over the glass. Jack's breathing came in gasps. His eyes covered the pattern of ice. "I hit Anna with my magic," she admitted. Jack turned his face back to her. Her head was hanging with tears slipping off onto her dress. He put his hand beneath her chin and lifted it. Then, without saying a word, he placed one of his own fingers on the glass. The elaborate frost decorated his pane of the window. Elsa's face lit up. "You can do it too!"

"You aren't alone with this magic."

She held out her hand. "My name's Elsa." He took her hand and shook it.

"Jack Frost." Her eyes widened, and her breathing became heavy.

Jack? her mind screamed. Was it the same Jack? It couldn't be. He was dead, but- The staff is the same. So are his clothes. And his face. A smile crashed on to her face.

"I want a name with something from the power too!" she cheered. He took her wrist in his hand with her palm facing up. He put his face closer to hers. A single finger went to his lips: the same position he had outside the window. She giggled.

"Okay, my Snow Queen." Shots of warmth were sent down his spine and spread from his chest. "This will be our secret."