I rush inside, managing to keep my composure until I make it to my room. I slam the door shut behind me before Jack has a chance to enter, and I hear him mumble something as I rush to my bed and throw myself on it. "Elsa, why are you so damn stupid?" I ask myself, sniffling as I wipe tears from my eyes. I hear a light rapping on my window, and turn to see Jack hovering outside, a displeased look on his face.
Feeling a bit guilty for my rudeness towards him, I wipe any tears from my face and go to the window, throwing it open for him. He flies inside, landing with grace in the middle of the room, turning to look at me. "Well that was harsh."
"Sorry, I forget that you were-"
"Not me. Your sister, Anna was it?"
My eyes flash to the ground and I clench my fists, uttering a guttural sound as ice shoots through the air, and Jack once again has to deflect it to keep himself safe. "I told you, no one other than myself, my parents and now you know about my powers. Anna doesn't. She.. She can't." I mutter, walking over to my bed and sitting on it.
"Why not?" Jack asks, tilting his head a bit as he walks over and joins me, his eyes filled with a genuine curiosity.
I sigh, tucking my hands underneath me. I hate thinking about it, though I do so very often. "When we were kids, she knew. We used to play around with them all the time... And then one night I kept making this little mountains of snow, and she was jumping from one to the next. They ended up getting pretty high, and I ended up slipping on some ice I had created. I freaked out because I thought she was going to fall and I just sort of lashed out and my ice... It struck her through the head." I muttered, my story rushed. "We had to take her to the mountain trolls to get her fixed. And they told me I couldn't tell her. Not ever."
When I finally open my eyes I can feel the tears in them, and I feel odd as I look up at Jack, because the pain reflecting in his eyes is that of someone who knows exactly how hard this must be. "Why couldn't she see you, Jack?" I ask, and a frown tugs at the corners of his lips.
"I'm not... Like you, Elsa. I'm a Guardian, a supernatural sort of thing. People can only see me if they believe in me." I can't decided if I believe him, but he seems to be being genuine. And I did see Anna walk right through him. "You're the first person who has been able to see me in what feels like centuries."
"Centuries? How old are you?" I try to tease, and he smiles a bit, shaking his head playfully.
"Oh, I'm about three hundred years old. What about you?" He laughs as I gasp, my eyes widening and scanning him up and down.
"Uh, I'm nineteen..." I mutter, trying to gather my bearings. "How did you become Jack Frost? Or, I mean, have you always been that way...? Erm, him? You?" I sputter out, smiling over at him, though his enthusiasm doesn't match my own.
"I'll tell you some other time. For now, let's just practice some more." He suggests, and I nod despite my curiosity. He tells me to repeat the same thing from earlier, and I do, and eventually he joins in and it turns from work to fun.
We stop only when the sun comes out and I tell Jack he should go before my Father comes up. He doesn't seem to want to leave, but he agrees to it, and says he will see me later.
I find myself smiling as I wait for later to become now.
Author's Note- Reviews/Favorites/Follows loved! Decided to spend a little time inside writing, what with a foot of snow on the ground and another foot on the way. There will probably be another part up soon. As always thank you for reading! :)