Three years later
"Anna doesn't knock on my door anymore." Nowadays, Elsa was always sitting by the window, looking out, waiting to see Jack. "I'm truly alone. I can't see Anna; I'll hurt her. You're gone, and so are Mama and Papa." She leaned her head on the cool glass. "Come back. Please, I;m faling apart. This sumer I will be of age." She glanced down at her hands. "I can't let them see. I have to remain the good girl my father meant for me to be."
Jack sprinkled the village with flurries. He watched the children jump up to their windows. It was time to put his three yearlong experiment to bed. This was the last village he had left to test. The others around the world passed his assessment, but would this village?
The children ran out of their houses and automatically scooped snow into their hands, molded spheres out of it, and then chucked the orbs at each other. "Success!" he cheered, jumping up and landing on the curved end of his staff. he thrust his hand in the air as he did so. All around the bottom of his staff children were playing in the snow. White balls flew across the village hitting anyone that was nearby.
A tall girl, a woman actually, was walking by the activity with a basket of groceries. Her hair was tied up on the back of her head, but some strands fell from their place as one of the balls of ice collided with the side of her face. The basket of already bruised apples and dying vegetables dropped to the powder spreading over the ground. At first, she just stood there looking shocked with a hand holding her red and probably stinging cheek. Then, she turned toward the children that were still, waiting for punishment. A ball of snow flew and hurdled straight into one child's chest. Propped up on his elbows, the child and his playmates started laughing and continued their game. The woman, still with white flecks decorating her dark hair, abandoned her groceries and joined.
Jack watched with such a pleasant feeling in his chest that it swirled his stomach. A man stopped in his tracks at the sight of the woman playing with the children. He shouted a name, no doubt hers, and ran up next to her. Smiles were exchanged between them before returning to the game.
Snowball fights. Jack would remember his game when the rest of the world forgot. His task to show children how to play in his snow was complete. So... Now what? he wondered. The wind lifted him up and he laughed, knowing his friend would know where he should be.
But he put all his trust in the wind and did not watch where he was going until...