Chapter 3~~
I really hope I can keep this up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen
Chapter 3
The next day was just like any other day, with the winter sun still beaming outside and soft, harmless snowflakes, unlike hers gently drifted down.
The only difference, if Elsa would say so, was that she felt controlled. There were no sudden bursts of energy surging through her, threatening to break free through her fingertips.
And she felt herself waiting, expecting for the voice in the ice to come.
It was surprising, that she still remembered how to wish, how to hope.
So she sat there, as yesterday, with legs folded against her chest and arms hugging her knees.
A sudden rush of wind rustled her curtains, and she lifted her head slightly.
There was nothing there, but somehow, she felt a presence.
She reached out cautiously, focusing on the fresh frost patterns on her window.
Hello.
Her heart sped up at the sound in her mind.
Jack?
Yeah.
Elsa felt a tiny smile tug at the corners of her lips.
Jack was here.
She wasn't alone.
Not yesterday, not today.
Are you a ghost?
…
Not exactly.
Then why can't I see you?
...I don't know.
But I can hear you.
Yes.
Through ice.
I know.
...
Are you like me?
Once, twice, even now.
They stayed in silence for a while.
And it was sort of nice.
Jack?
Yes?
My name is Elsa.
...
I know, princess.
Will you be here?
Always.
And she believed him. The voice.
Jack Frost.
She won't be alone.
Not today, not tomorrow.
Not ever again.
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"It's not fair" he complained. "She's just a kid. Yet she lost everything."
The wind simply ruffled the immortal boy's silver hair.
He was still a young spirit. Merely 109 years old. He still had a lot to learn, a lot to experience. To laugh, to cry, to mourn.
But again, he still hasn't quite got the world yet.
Let him have fun as much as he can. For now.
When the time comes, it will be the wind's responsibility to be there for him, to help him pass through.
The boy walked forward, faster, faster, as it broke into a run.
At this moment, let time stand still for him.
And he could be eternity.
I actually wrote this chapter before-hand because my mid-terms are coming tomorrow, and I wish I won't fail too horribly because if I don't reach the goal my teacher set me, I'm gonna have to stay in school and study after class.
I really, really don't want that.
I mean, if that happens, I'll have to stay til 9 pm every day.
9 pm!