From atop the roof of her bedroom window, I watched as Arendelle was plunged into an eternal winter. The snow began to waft to the ground, creating a blanket of white.
I wasn't uncomfortable by the plummeting temperatures, but I knew the people below were very much so.
She had fled over the fjord, freezing it over with each desperate step she took.
The fear had reached it's breaking point and she couldn't conceal it any longer.
My staff dug into the shingles of the roof. I leaned my weight on it as I turned my head up to look upon the moon.
It was almost exactly the same moon which was in the sky on the night I had first met my dear friend, Elsa.
It was big and round and bright.
The moonlight shimmering upon me gave me a ghostly appearance. The white light shone against my achromatic hair, causing it to glow in an eerie manner.
It did not particularly matter; no one could see my figure on the roof.
I wished they could, but they could not.
Only Elsa could ever see.
Below me, plans were being arranged for her sister to go after Elsa.
Even after all that had happened, she still remained loyal to her sister.
She was going to adventure up into the mountains, all alone, just for Elsa.
She was going to trek over the treacherous snow and into the dreadful cold.
She left on horseback, beginning her journey.
I stood upon the roof and watched her go.
I dug my staff in harder. The unbearable scraping sound of the rod against the shingles caused me to grimace.
The bitter gusts of wind passed straight through me. I felt nothing of it's biting cold.
I didn't shiver, nor did my teeth chatter.
But, I felt alone and that was far more numbing than the cold could have ever been.
There on the roof, with the moonlight glistening it's beams upon me, I understood the first feeling I felt for Elsa.
I imagine you probably already had this figure out, didn't you?
It was love.
"I... love... Elsa?" I whispered to myself, or perhaps to the moon. "I love Elsa."
My breathing grew faster, excitement and exhilaration combining in ragged gulps of air.
With this realization, I knew that I had to find Elsa. I had to go after her.
I leapt off the roof and soared through the night sky.
My body was one with the wind, maneuvering as if it were actually just another breeze.
My heart was beating like a drum in my chest. It's rhythm was familiar; it was beating out a song that I knew to be Elsa.
I increased my speed. I was shooting through the sky faster than ever before. I was barreling through the clouds, causing them to disperse into little puffs scattered about in the atmosphere.
At this lightning pace, it didn't take me very long to reach the North Mountain.
As soon as I came near, I knew this was where she had gone.
A large, magnificent palace rose up on the side of the North Mountain. It was made entirely of ice.
I'd never seen anything quite as spectacular before; at least, not that I remember.
The moonbeams bounced off of the shiny surface of the palace. One iridescent flicker in particular caught my eye.
It was a window.
I catapulted my body toward it.
I suppose I could have landed gently on the ledge outside the window, which was actually a block of ice, but I didn't. I could have knocked subtly against the delicate, frozen pane, but I didn't. I could have called her name ever so softly, but I didn't.
I had done all these things before.
I was ready to do something new.
I was ready to shatter the walls Elsa had built around herself. I was ready to break through and dispose of that awful fear within her.
I would even daresay that I was ready to thaw her frozen heart.
I lunged straight through the window, shattering the pane into many, tiny broken fragments scattering all around the room.
Elsa jumped back. She lifted her hands up, sheilding her face from the frozen fragments flying toward her.
I wanted to cover my ears from the awful sound reverberating into them, but I didn't. I let the shrill sound of broken ice pierce my eardrums until it died down.
I landed within the walls of the palace, trying my best to avoid contact with the sharp pieces of ice lying on the surface of the floor. My bare feet would not have appreciated stepping on them.
When all the fragments had fallen and had slid to a stop on the slippery ground, Elsa rose back up and let her arms return to her side.
I felt as if I'd choked on the coolness of the air.
Her beauty was more than I ever thought any human girl could possess.
She had changed, dramatically.
Her light colored hair was pulled back into a messy braid draping over her shoulder. It sparkled with blue gems that seemed to be made of snowflakes.
Her dress was also blue (it had always been her favorite color). The bodice shimmered as if it were a crystallized snowstorm embellished onto fabric.
Somewhere in the back of the dress, a long see-through cape trailed down behind her and onto the floor.
Realizing I wasn't breathing, I let the air escape from my lungs. It emerged from my lips as a cloud of fog.
"What are you doing here, Jack?" She demanded. "You shouldn't be here... you should go."
"Elsa, I..." My voice faded away.
I love you.
I glided across the room to her, closing in the distance between us.
Her eyes grew large. I knew she was afraid of my closeness, but she should have known by then that she couldn't hurt me.
In that moment, I decided to do the one thing I longed to do.
I let my lips press against Elsa's. It was surprisingly cold; like kissing an icicle dripping off the branch of a tree.
It was expectantly beautiful.
It lasted for no more than a few seconds. It ended prematurely due to a sharp pain in my chest.
It felt as though one of those jagged fragments of ice had pierced through my heart, but I knew nothing of the sort had happened.
The pain I felt was only the realization of what this loss aching within me all this time had actually meant.
I couldn't thaw her frozen heart.
I couldn't because you cannot thaw something frozen with something else that is frozen.
Have you ever tried to take an ice cube and melt it with another ice cube? Have you ever seen the snow on the ground melt as more snow drifted to the ground on top of it?
I couldn't save Elsa.
I drew away from her, abruptly.
Our eyes were wide as we looked upon one another.
The fog of our breath was the only thing that touched.
"Goodbye." I whispered.
With that, I turned away and leapt back through the opening I had made in the window.
"Will you come back?" She called out to me. If I had looked back, I knew I would have seen her peering at me through the empty frame.
But I didn't look back and I didn't respond.
There was no time to waste on such trivial things when there were important things to be done.
I was going to find her sister.
Why? Because I knew that, while I could not, her sister would be able to thaw Elsa's frozen heart.
Even though she wouldn't be able to see me, I would be there. I would be guiding her up to the North Mountain.
I would be her guardian.
Maybe one day I would pass through the window again to be with Elsa, but that day hasn't yet come.
A/N: First off... this Jelsa stuff I've been doing needs to stop. I don't have any idea what I'll do next, but it won't be Jelsa. Well, it won't be Jelsa unless I'm totally struck by this amazing idea that I just HAVE to write. But... otherwise, it won't be Jelsa.
This was the shortest fic I've written, but I wanted to try my hand at writing something more fluff-oriented than something primarily plot driven.
Also, I apologize for the semi-sad ending. No closure for y'all! *Insert evil laughter here*
How did you feel about this short stuff vs. full length fics?
This one took me about a week to write due to the fact that I was taking my time (and extremely unfocused).
*Pokes my lookup* There's this really touching life story about my focus on there. I'm not kidding; grab the tissues and prepare for your life to change.
Actually, I am kidding...
Anyway, thank y'all so much for reading my fic and...
Until we meet again,
~Aubri