So yeah I'm back with another chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen
Chapter 2
Princess Elsa wasn't a stranger to the silence.
And once she got used to it, she began to feel tired.
So when her bedroom window creak open, she was startled.
She jerked a little, completely awake and eyes big, staring at the balcony.
The princess didn't make a sound.
She knew coldness, and she could feel that somehow, her room already frozen, seemed to have dropped a few more degrees lower.
She got to her feet and backed to the corner.
This was too unusual.
The temperature shouldn't have gotten any lower.
She inspected her gloved hands frantically, afraid that her powers might have gotten stronger, any worse, spinning more out of control.
Her eyes were a mixture of sorrow, regret, and fear.
Deep, deep.
Hold it together. Hold it together.
She shut her eyes tight, as if not willing to face the world just yet. The horrifying world, and the terrors it contain.
A gentle wind blew past, cradling her delicate face.
Elsa relaxed to the cool presence.
She slowly opened her eye lids.
Her floor was completely frozen over.
But this was different.
Different from her own magic.
This one is natural, way too natural to be her powers. Despite the fact that it wouldn't have been possible, the ice seemed like a doing of winter itself.
Elsa could understand the ice and snow.
And right now, the ice is telling her, don't be afraid.
She had never seen any sort of ice actually telling her anything.
Don't be afraid. it said, I'm here for you.
She shrank a little bit more into her walls.
No, no. It's fine. It's fine. Just calm down.
Elsa knelt down cautiously to touch the cold.
It was comforting, in a way.
Strange.
She sat back down again.
It has been too long since she found any element of winter comforting, or even bearable.
A smile played on her lips.
That's it. Feeling better?
Elsa said nothing, but stared at the ice in a manner that seemed to inquire, who are you?
And the ice understood what's she's thinking, and replied,
My name is Jack.
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Jack Frost landed on the ground.
He turned his head.
"Go ahead."
The wind stated the question she had been keeping on her lips.
"I know that." Jack responded."She'd think that I'm her imaginary friend, at best."
The wind went on further.
"It's what I should do."
And they lifted off again, continuing the way home in silence.
Okay I know but I really don't have much time working on this.
And I also have another story in progress so I had to split my time two ways.