As the icy winds blow,
Time continued to creep on.
Arendelle continued to grow,
And Jack stayed gone.
He made a vow to never return,
For fear he might mess up worse.
But on this day, the strongest yearn,
Caused him to change his course.
On his way to the pyramids to cause some trouble,
A chilling breeze blew his way.
He knew where it came from, but still was there no hustle,
To return to that town on the bay.
Ignoring the chill he pressed onward,
Taking his mind off that place.
But the longer he ignored it, the more he felt like a coward,
Trying to avoid his own fate.
Reluctantly, and yet curious still,
He returned to Arendelle.
Standing on a treetop, he could sense the thrill,
A certain feeling he couldn't place or tell.
"You've changed," he said with a smile
As he proceeded into the streets.
"40, 50 years is such a long while,
Still, it flew by like it were weeks."
Jack sighed, as he walked his lonely road,
Watching his feet leave bits of frost behind.
As he reached the end, the path finally showed,
The castle he had hoped not to find.
The chilling breeze which brought him here,
Still pulled him ahead.
Hesitating, he followed it near,
Floating up past the flower bed.
The gust led him to a window,
One he remembered well.
It belonged to the one who was always alone,
And she was still alone from what he could tell.
The window cracked, his slipped inside,
Bringing his gust, blowing everything away.
"Whoa, whoa!" a voice cried,
As she rushed to close the window again.
"She looks like Anna," Jack said with a grin,
"Seems as clumsy too."
The young girl gathered the things she dropped, when,
The door opened to two.
An older man beside a young boy looked frantic,
"Gisselle you need to hurry!"
The young girl gasped, dropping paper and fabric,
And ran out with them, her face full of worry.
Jack couldn't help but frown,
Something must be terribly wrong.
He started to follow out the door, glancing around,
Following them not for long.
The room they ran into was surrounded servants,
The atmosphere heavy with sadness.
But Jack froze when he heard the urgent,
"Miss Elsa won't survive the night. How could this happen?"
Jack felt weak in the knees,
And an overwhelming desire to scream in pain.
He realized then, why he couldn't ignore the breeze,
As her life began to drain.
Jack pushed past through to the room,
Walking inside the open door.
Around the bed, Anna and her family, filled with gloom,
In the bed, Elsa looked lively no more.
"Aunt Elsa, please," Gisselle began to cry,
"Don't leave us all alone!"
Elsa simply smiled, still a twinkle in her eye,
And said, "You will be fine on your own."
Anna was perched on the edge by her sister,
Keeping a smile despite her tears.
"Tell us the story again," she said just above a whisper,
"Its kept you so lively all these years."
Elsa smiled and sighed,
her eyes lighting up again.
"Years ago, when Arendelle was young, there was a guide.
One who was not from this plane."
Jack moved closer so he could hear,
As Elsa looked to the boy and girl,
"He gave us strength in the worst times, keeping near,
So that when we needed him, he'd hear even the quietest snarl."
The boy and girl were interested, leaning close,
Jack too, standing over their heads.
Elsa smiled, "When I was young, he gave me powers that most
Imagine would rip them to shreds."
Elsa looked up to the ceiling,
Trying to imagine that day.
"Though I was young, I remember the feeling.
And the force which made him stay."
Gisselle smiled, imagining it as well,
She asked, "What was his name?"
Elsa shook her head, "I couldn't tell.
He never told me when he came."
Elsa sighed, "Through the years he was there,
I saw him out the corner of my eye.
But then one day, he disappeared.
And darkness fell on my sky."
Jack held his breath, could it be he?
After all this time, did she see him?
Or was it just a fantasy,
Something she made up to cheer herself on a whim?
Anna smiled, her hand on Elsa's shoulder,
"Tell them about the last moment."
Elsa sighed, as she had before,
And seemed she wished to repent.
"We should let her rest, Anna," the older man spoke up.
Anna was reluctant, but agreed.
She kissed her sisters head, just in top,
"Sleep easy, Elsa," she said.
Jack leaned back against the wall,
Watching as they all walked out.
This was it, the end of it all.
And his last chance, without a doubt.
Elsa laid her head back,
Staring at the ceiling, dejected.
She couldn't see him, not even Jack,
It was just as he suspected.
Jack stepped forward, "Elsa, can you hear me?"
He prayed she would answer.
But she didn't, closing her eyes she couldn't see.
Jack simply paced the room with the patience of a dancer.
"There has to be a way," he thought aloud,
"I… I have to make her believe."
The thought struck him through his shroud,
He grinned and pushed up his sleeve.
"I know just what to do!"
He cried as he held his hand up over his head.
With a flick of his wrist, it began to snow,
A cold, white blanket covering the bed.
One gentle flake floated down,
Landing on Elsa's nose.
She opened her eyes, "What's going on?"
She said, brushing the snow off of her clothes.
Jack smiled as he sat at the end of the bed,
"Come on, we can have a little fun, right?"
Elsa looked right at him, as it came into her head,
"It's you," she whispered, "With hair so white."
Jack was surprised, not expecting it to work out,
He quickly stood and moved closer to her.
"You… you can see me?" he asked "No doubt?"
Elsa nodded, "Yes, as it were.
I remember you, all those years ago.
And now… you've come back."
Jack smiled, "I did tell you, you know.
My name… my name is Jack."
Elsa sighed, smiling brighter than she had before,
As she laid her head back down.
"Jack… the hero of my lore…
And the love to keep away… my frown..."
As she closed her eyes, the snow stopped,
The glow fading from the room.
Jack waited, as her voice dropped,
But he realized too soon.
"Sh… She's gone," he whispered,
Unable to hold back his tears.
He never knew he could cry as he whimpered,
Falling to his knees, he faced his biggest fear.
He had to go, before he broke down completely,
But knew he had to leave a message.
In the snow, still on the bed, he wrote clearly,
The final sign of his presence.
–I didn't know I could feel this way,
About a girl who couldn't even see me.
It took all this time, until this day,
On the day you would be set free.
Though I could never tell you how I felt,
I think you knew I loved you back.
You who has made my icy heart melt,
And I, your king of frost, Jack.–