I let myself fall onto my overly large bed, and go-over the night's happenings in my mind. I still barely dare to believe they are true, and it's all I can do to not tell my Father everything when he knocks around noon that day. He carries a tray of food, and I smile as I take it. He says nothing to me, just nods as he backs out the door.

I live in the topmost part of the castle, but I am treated as though I am someone who lives in the dungeons.

The meal consists of roast turkey, potatoes and some green vegetable I can't be bothered to name. I eat barely any of it before sliding it under the door, where one of the servants will collect it. As soon as I am alone again, I fall back onto the bed. Earlier I had been far too abuzz to sleep, and had instead taken to writing in my journal, but now… Now I can't even keep my eyes opened. And no one will notice if I sleep all day, and that's actually a good thing for once, because that is all I plan on doing.

For the first time I wake up excited. I don't have to just fill my time tonight, I get to spend it. I slide out of bed, yawning and stretching, catching sight of my pale complexion in the mirror. I never cared very much about what I looked like- Father was the only one who ever saw me, and no matter how I did my hair or make-up, he would only see a monster.

That's usually all I saw, as well. But tonight… Tonight held so much hope for me. I didn't want to face it as the same plain-faced girl who had been hiding behind a closed door all her life. I wanted to face is as a brave young woman who was ready to conquer any challenges thrown at her. It was stupid, but it somehow seemed necessary. Grinning I pulled open a few drawers of my vanity, and applied dark make-up to my eyes and lips.

Once the lights of the castle had been shut off and the rooms remained quiet, I opened the window, and slipped outside, making my way back to the forest, praying he would be awaiting me there.

He was, holding his hand out in front of him, focusing as a ball of ice floated above his palm. "Uh, hi!" I called out, grinning as he spun to see me, a smile on his face.

"You look nice. Trying to impress me?" He grins, and I blush, crossing my arms and rolling me eyes.

"Hardly. I just have a lot of time on my hands, that's all."

"How? Aren't you a princess or something?"

"Well, yeah… But I spend most of my days alone in my room, it's just-"

"Introvert, are we?"

"Well, sort of… I mean- I don't know. I sort of have to be. These powers," I frown, slipping off my gloves and letting a blast of snow shoot into the air. "Only my parents know, and they fear me. No one else knows about them. No one else can… These powers are dangerous. They are deadly."

A dark look passes over his face, and he nods, stepping closer. "How has no one found out about them, if you can't control them?" He questions, a brown rising.

I frown, looking at the ground. "I told you. I spend my days alone in my room. No one enters, and I don't leave."

"Oh, I though you were…" His voice trails off, and a heavy sigh leaves my lips. I came here so I didn't have to think of that, and yet here we are, once again doting on my rather pathetic existence. "Anyway, let's just get to it, I guess. Show me what you've got." He grins, flourishing to the air around us.

I stutter a bit, holding out my hands. I shoot a blast of snow into the air, eyes widening as it turns to solid ice and comes crashing to the ground. "No. I-I can't. I'll destroy everything." I mutter, bowing my head, my pale hair falling over my face.

"Hey, no you won't." Jack grins, placing a hand under my chin and forcing me to look up at him. "As long as I'm here, you're good as gold." He promises, turning away and slamming his staff onto the block of ice I have just created. We both smile as it disappears into the cold night air. "See? Nothing to worry about."

I nod, and suck my lower-lip into my mouth as I reach my hands forward, moving them in several repeated motions, focusing into my powers instead of against them, spinning and stepping forward and back until I stop, my shoulders heaving as I suck in air.

"Wow…" I hear him mutter, and I open my tired eyes, smiling at what I see before me. The trees are covering with thin layers of ice that glisten in the waning moon, the snow is new and fresh and light, a snowman stands perfectly in the corner, snowflakes have frozen around us in the air, a perfect circle of ice sickles have risen from the ground like a fortress around us… "Impressive."

I smile, and laugh. "I didn't know… I didn't know I could do that." I laugh, and he joins in, leaning back against his staff.

"You should do that more often. I like it when you laugh." He whispers and I blush furiously, my eyes flicking to the ground where my feet press against the snow lightly. "Now," He continues, walking over to me, telling me to hold out my air and nodding as I listen. "Let's see if you can create an ice sickle and hold it in the palm of your hand, without letting it grow, fall, or shoot into the distance."

I nod, focusing as ice forms in above my palm.

Author's Note- Thanks for reading! Reviews are seriously loved soooo much! I am very, very excited that people actually seem to enjoy this, lol. I should have another part up tonight since I have been neglecting it the past few days... But we're due for over a foot of snow here throughout the next two days, so I should have plenty of time to update! Thanks again for reading. :)