Chapter 4

Jack

"Just let it go," I tell Elsa. We're on top of the north mountain. The wind blows the snow around us turning everything white, and as far as you can look no foot prints can be seen in any direction. The wind is blowing so hard that it automatically covered mine and Elsa's footprints with soft, fluffy, white snow.

A small smile appears on Elsa's lips. She takes off her other glove, holds in her hand for a moment, and then throws it up into the air and the wind whips it away. Her smile grows bigger as she opens her palm and little snowflakes burst from her hand.

She turns away from me and flings her hands out to the side. Snow swirls up and then lightly falls back down. The next thing she does is swirled her hands above the ground and the snow manipulates into an un-proportional snowman. Suddenly, she and hooks or keep throws it back, the wind taking it far into the night like it did her glove.

"What are you doing?" I ask her, thinking that she might get cold.

She turns around to face me, her face aglow with happiness. This is the happiest I've ever seen her. "The cold never bothered me any way," she says.

I grin at her, "It never bothered me either,"

"Let's see what I can do," she says and turns away from me again, throwing her arms up before her. Snow stairs form on the ledge of the mountain we're on to a higher ledge above us. She runs towards the stairs and I follow her. Slowly she places her foot on the first stair and as soon as her foot comes in contact with the snow it turns into ice. She looks up the stairs and holds her hands out to the rails. She runs up the stairs, her hands behind her, each step turning into ice, and where her hands touch the snow rails they turn into ice too.

I stay where I'm at and watch her as she goes up the stairs. This new, carefree, happy Elsa is completely new to me, and I love it.

Elsa

I reject behind as I run up the stairs. When I get to the higher ledge I stamp my foot on the ground and ice shoots out from beneath my feet in the shape of a giant snowflake. I lift my hands up in the air like they're lifting weights, and from the ground rises giant ice pillars to form the castle I am making.

When I'm finished making my castle of ice I take off my crown in a fling it away for me. I take the bone in the back of my hair and I let it loose and a braid falls. The twisted hair at the crown of my head into the side falls loose and I push it back with my hands and put the braid over my shoulder. Next, I get rid of this confining dress. I lift my arms up and light blue lace sleeves cover my arms. The dress stops below my shoulders. The rest of the dress is sparkling ice blue with a slight up one side that goes to the middle of my thigh. A long cape flows behind me like the color and material of my sleeves.

"Elsa," I heard Jack shout from below. I almost forgot about him.

I leave the room I'm in and go down the stairs to find him waiting just inside the ice castle doors. I descend the stairs slowly. Jack takes my breath away. His hair glows white, and his tall, lean frame looks like its all muscle. He leans casually against his cane with his face is full of wonder as he takes in my creation. When his eyes find mine they light up in his drawl drops just a fraction.

"Elsa, this place, it's… It's magnificent, and so beautiful." Is having a hard time getting his words out, and it's kind of cute.

"Thank you, Jack." I didn't realize how much I like saying his name. I didn't realize these feelings I had for Jack were real. I didn't even realize I had feelings for Jack, other than friendship. But now, as I'm looking at him, staring at me the way he is, how he talks to me, how he helps me I just can't help but feel something for them that I never thought I would feel towards anybody.

I walked down the rest of the stairs and meet him at the door. Have to look up at him slightly but I place my hand on his hand that grips his cane and I lean up and kiss him lightly on the cheek, "Thank you, again, for everything, for coming back, and for helping me let go."

His eyes away in a little bit when I bring my face away from his. His hand comes up and touches the spot where I kissed him, "You're welcome."