Sorry I it's been a super long time since I posted that last chapter and I feel super bad about it.
Anyway this is the new chapter
Disclaimer： I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen ~
Chapter 4
The winter was nice that year.
The weather was stable, without sudden rises and falls in the temperature.
Elsa found herself unable to not feel amazed at Jack, aside from the fact that she could only hear him through ice. She didn't know what he looked like, or how he really sounded like, and it all felt so impossible to be true.
But at the same time, he was too real to be fake.
The way he talks, the words he used, the incredible patterns he was able to create, and his perfect control over his magic.
She was once closed off, shut away from everyone, not even willing to open her doors for her parents.
She opened up slowly.
The days passed quickly, and when February arrived, the ice left, alongside with Jack.
The last time he spoke to her, he promised to be back next winter.
She believed him.
Find some other things to do. Jack advised.
Her life had been pretty much sitting around and doing nothing everyday.
Counting her time, watching as the clock ticks by.
Pointless.
Now, it seems like she finally found things she could do.
Her huge bookshelf in her room was piled up with heavy dusty novels, and for the first time, she flipped open the covers.
Elsa read about myths, legendary characters, spirits.
Jack once said that he was a spirit.
He was not in the book.
She recieved a plain sketch book for her birthday a few years ago, but she never drew anything. For the first time, she dotted ink on the fresh blank pages.
She drew winter, ice and snow and frost.
Falling and settling into her picture.
She drew herself, in her gigantic room, in her corner.
She made sure she drew the gloves covering her palms.
Her powers never bursted.
Spring came, bringing baby leaves that were soaked bright green during the summer. They turned yellow around October and withered to the ground, leaving the trees with bare branches.
Elsa remembered waking up that morning, feeling sort of chilly and an unexplainable excitement rising in her chest.
As she sat herself down at her desk as usual, a light breeze seeped through her window.
She twisted her head towards her balcony expectantly.
There it was.
Delicate frost on her glass, gently etching its way up.
Jack?
The wind seemed to soften a little.
I'm back.
Elsa smiled.
What do you look like, Jack?
she asked that day.
The wind seemed to ruffle her hair.
Why do you want to know, princess?
Just curious.
A soft chuckle echoed in her mind.
Like any ordinary 14 year-old, I guess.
And what does that look like?
Well...
Jack seemed to be thinking.
Why don't you figure it out yourself?
But I can't even see you.
The girl seemed a bit disappointed.
I was hoping that one day you could.
The girl looked up.
You know, sometimes all you have to do, is believe.
Short chapter, and another chapter will be coming very soon, I promise.
Or so, I hope that it's coming soon.