Jack ended up flying into something hard and cold. He slipped off the surface and fell down, down, and down some more. There was a crash and the pieces of what looked like glass spread across the ground. A woman appeared at the top of the staircase he had landed on. His leg was strewn over the side where the railing had been hit and shattered. When he saw her, he automatically went into defense mode and moved to hover over the woman. As her eyes followed him instead of staying on what was broken, Jack shoved the curved end of his staff around her small waist.

"Who are you?" he interrogated. In his peripheral vision, he inspected where he was. Of course, it was the very reason he was questioning her. It was made of ice. The woman, he saw, was hardly one at all. Her dress was blue and shone with frost. Her hair sat on her shoulder in a messy braid. Her eyes were wide; her mouth, open. "Answer me." His voice grew louder until he was practically screaming at her. "Who are you? How can you see me?" She just stared at the pure anger on his face, afraid, before she spoke.

"I can see you because I believe in my powers," were her words. Jack's staff landed on the ground with a loud echo. "I couldn't see you because I couldn't stop doubting myself." Her eyes were obviously sad, but she smiled anyway. A tear landed at the corner of her mouth. It had fallen from Jack's face.

"Elsa?" She nodded. "C-Can you really see me again?" he croaked. She reached up and pulled him down, touching his soaked face with her hands.

"Yes, Jack. Yes, and I'm so sorry." Her arms were quickly around his waist. He was frozen at first, and then he returned her hug with his arms around her shoulders. They stayed that way for a few minutes: a girl and her childhood friend.

"As it turns out, the only reason I can see you is because I believe that there was someone like me, or that I wasn't alone," Elsa explained. She and Jack sat on the top steps of the staircase he had fallen on. "So, when I lost my parents, I felt like I couldn't have any control over my powers without them there. I thought they had been the ones keeping me from hurting anyone again. I felt so alone, despite knowing you were near me. I lost belief in the thought of my powers or my own existence."

"I thought you didn't want to see me," Jack admitted. "I didn't realize that someone had to truly believe in me to see me. It explains a lot."

"What have you been doing all this time?" Jack only smiled in reply. His staff, which he held in one hand, glowed at its tip. A breeze shifted his hair and lifted him off the ground. "Jack," she warned, "no." His smile grew so large he had to close his eyes. She took a mental picture of his happy expression for safe keeping. "Jack, I-" Her feet left the ice flooring. She dangled in the air. They shot up through the hole Jack had made in the ceiling, trails of frost and snowflakes following them. The giant mountain with the castle of ice was left behind as Jack and Elsa flew through the cold sky. He swung her up and onto his back. Her ankles banged against his.

"Look down, Elsa!" Jack shouted over the wind. She peered down and saw the white covered land below them. The snow sat glistening in the cold sunset with colors like purple, pink, and orange.

"It's beautiful," she murmered. She lifted her head to feel the cool air on her scalp. "Jack the snow has changed since you began to spread it. I noticed it earlier today. It's gentler, softer, and... prettier." She put her head down on Jack's back. "I'm so glad you returned."

Jack waited to say anything. After three long years, he and Elsa were smiling again. They were together, and she was free of the fear of her powers. He hoped it would remain like this. They could live in her castle, away from those that might cause her pain of fright. They would be happy, wouldn't they?

"Elsa, I taught them," he told her as he landed on his frozen pond. "I taught the children how to play in the snow." She spun around from behind him. Her heels clacked on the ice.

"You remember that?" she asked.

"Of course."

"What did you teach them?" At that, Jack grinned. He held out his hand and his famous white orb formed hovering over his palm.

"This." He swung his arm and sent the snowball flying into Elsa's shoulder. She automatically understood and held out her own hand, making her very own snow. The two chucked their snowballs at each other until they were lying on the glass-like surface of the pond, out of breath.

"That was fun, Jack," Elsa breathed.

"It wasn't very fun when no one could see me," he said. "It really is a fun game."

"A snowball fight." Elsa stared at the sky. She caught herself from falling asleep by whispering, "Jack, could you take me back to my castle?"