"Hey, Jack?" Elsa closed her window behind him. "Why can't anyone else see you?" Jack sat in his usual place at the window. He had been meeting her for about a month now.

"I'm not entirely sure," he answered, placing his staff on the windowsill. "I don't even know how you can see me."

"Doesn't it make you sad?" she asked. Memories of the villages and cities that could not see him mapped across his mind, but his grin didn't falter.

"It used to." He looked out the window at the snow that drifted in the dark. "Now, someone can see me, though." Elsa smiled. Jack looked back to her. He always went back to the pond he woke up at when he left Elsa. Then, he would return to her. Today had been different. A girl was at his pond that morning. All she did was stare at ice before she turned and left. He had followed her to find a tiny village. Of course, he did not want to enter it, knowing no one would be able to see him. After standing in the trees just looking out into the village, Jack lifted off the ground and sped through the air.

He didn't see that as he did so, the population of the village that was outside gazed up.

The rest of the daylight was spent with his head on his knees. Once it got dark, Jack hastily left, not even glancing at the moon.

"I'm sorry I'm late today," Jack told Elsa. She shrugged and trotted over to her bed. She crawled under the covers and gestured to Jack. He hovered over to sit next to her.

"I have tutoring as always tomorrow," she explained. "You know this." He nodded. "So I can't stay up passed when I'm supposed to go to sleep." His eyes frowned, but his never-ending grin stayed alight.

"Well, we'll just have to practice quickly then, won't we?" He watched her brighten up the room. "Come on," he whispered, leaning in and cupping his hands. Elsa did the same. She squeezed her eyes in concentration. "Don't concentrate too hard. Just let it come to you." She took a deep breath. "Let your thoughts crystallize in your hand." She opened her eyes and looked back and forth between him and her cupped hands. "And open." They opened their hands together. In Jack's hand was a small rose with a snowflake in the center. Elsa's eyes were glued to his masterpiece before she noticed what was on her palm.

"Jack, look," she giggled. In her little hand was the shape of a castle. This one was different than the one she lived in, however. This castle was longer vertically and at its highest pier was a miniature snowflake, without any detail. She placed her sculpture on the table beside her bed and then took Jack's to put there as well. Jack touched his finger to both. "Will they stay frozen?" He nodded.

"No," he replied, "but they will stay this way for a little longer than they would have."

"Thank you, Jack." She pulled the blankets up and wriggled into a comfortable position. "I have to go to sleep now, though." Jack moved the platinum blonde hair off her forehead, enjoying every moment with her.

"Get some sleep, Elsa." He was at the window when she sat up quickly and asked if he would be there in the morning. "I will."

"Jack, do the children in the other kingdoms get to play with your snow?" Elsa asked. Jack balanced on the curved end of his staff. He shrugged.

"The snow goes where it likes," he answered.

"Yeah, but how do the children know how to play with it?"

Elsa's tutor entered the room. "Come, Princess Elsa," the fat woman said. Elsa and Jack followed the woman out of the room and down a long hall to the room where Elsa always did her studying. Jack often saw her sister, Anna, playing by herself on the floor in a random room.

The one thing Jack found interesting about the room Elsa worked in was the portrait of her father at his coronation. He could just picture Elsa, all grown up, holding those precious objects in either hand, a long dress covering the floor around her. He glanced at her and the woman across the room and frowned.

Grown up… Elsa was going to grow up, but Jack would stay like this forever.

Forever… Jack was going to live on. Elsa wasn't a spirit or anything like that. She was regular human, and she would die like one.

He shook his head. Elsa- young and happy Elsa- was sitting only on the other side of the room, fully alive with not a lick of death.

"Jack? Are you okay?" He blinked and found that it was dark outside. He stood at the foot of her bed.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry. I just- I was daydreaming," he stuttered. She shone her smile at him.

"Are we going to practice today?" she asked. Jack spaced out again, pain on his face. "Jack?"

"What?" He put a hand to his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, Elsa." He opened her window. "I'll be back, okay?" He didn't stay for an answer but just jumped into the breeze that waited for him.

Elsa stumbled out of bed and ran to the window. She peered out and watched Jack soar out of view. With her window still open, she curled up on the cushion beneath the windowsill and fell asleep.