I blinked. Once. Twice. Until realization finally hit me.
"What are you doing here?" I screamed, fright present in my tone. I backed away, 2 steps from my previous position. "Woah. Woah. Don't be scared, I'm human, see?" He tried to calm me down, showing me his hands. True. He seems like a normal person. But, it still doesn't explain how he came in my room, not being able to alert any of the guards, now, does it? "If you are human, how come no one sensed you enter your room? The door didn't even open, the windows were closed! So, how?" I stuttered out. Sheets of ice crawling upon the glass pane. My eyes that were only a shade lighter than his, locked upon his form.
He laughed, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, you got me. I'm a spirit. Or so they say." He finished his sentence with a hard glare to the moon. A spirit. What is this man talking about? Does he take me to be some child who believes in this? "If you are a spirit, then how can I see you?" I emphasized the last two words. The laugh he had on earlier turned into a frown. He furrowed his brows, "How indeed?" I was about to say something when he groaned. Loudly.
"This is a dream isn't it?" He kneaded the bridge of his nose. "Dream? What do you mean?" Is he playing a joke? "Dream, you know, when you sleep, you get these images. Sandman probably thought I needed one…It's been such a long time." Sandman? As in, the dream maker? He sent me a grin, "Nice meeting you, uh, never mind. This is just part of my fantasy. I'll probably wake up any moment now." I stared at him as he kept on pinching himself. I just tapped my foot impatiently as the ice slowly began to dissipate.
"This isn't a dream." I muttered. He looked at me, questioning, "If that's so, can you really see me?" "Pretty much?" I, confused, said. He laughed, joy overcoming his face. "No, seriously, can you?" I rolled my eyes, approached him and touched his arm. "See?" I mumbled, quite annoyed. My eyes widened as I realized that I was touching him. Quick as lightning, I removed it, and clasped it behind my back. "What's wrong?" He turned to me, curious. "Nothing, you better go now! If you don't, I'll call the guards." I threatened. Am I that dumb? How could I touch him? What would happen if I kill him? I backed away until I was about a few meters from him.
The room dropped about 10 degrees. "There is definitely something wrong." He slowly walked towards me. I'm scared. I'm afraid. "Get away!" I panicked. As I did so, icicles shot out of the ceiling. "I'm a monster, get away from me!" I cried out, desperation most certainly present in the tone. He did not stop, no. He only approached me. Closer, closer, closer. As if mimicking his actions, I stepped back for every step he came close until my back felt the wall.
"I don't want to hurt you, please, no." I sobbed. "You wouldn't hurt me. You can't hurt me." He whispered, gingerly grabbing my hand. "No, I don't want to hurt you." I could see him so close now, his pale skin was dusted with bits of snow, his eyes showing no fear at all. I shut my eyes, imagining what could happen to him. This poor boy, frozen solid in front of me. Regret the only thing he could think; soulless eyes looking at me. As I felt the ice forming on my fingers, I struggled out of his grip. I failed, he was stronger than me.
"See?" I heard him mutter. I opened my eyes, seeing him smile.
He wasn't frozen. He wasn't soulless. He wasn't dead. No, he was happy.
He held my hand even tighter. "We're the same. You won't hurt me. You can't hurt me." I couldn't believe it. He let go of my hand and formed a snowflake on his palm. I could only stare in awe. "Wow." I whispered. "Jack Frost." He grinned. "Sorry, what?" I looked up at him; he was taller than me by a few inches. "The name's Jack Frost. Pretty sure you've known about me." I snorted. "What?" He pouted. "Jack Frost- you are Jack Frost? No way! Frost is a snow man, not teenage boy!" I giggled uncontrollably. "Ah, people and their imaginations. I am Jack Frost, trust me on this." He took a serious tone. "Sure, whatever. I'm Elsa, the princess of Arendelle." I stated. "Princess? Should I bow down?" He jokingly added. I nodded my head, a no.
We talked for a while. More on those mystical creatures he's friends with. He told me about who he was before and what he could at least remember. I even opened up about Anna, what I did and how much I missed her. It was fun. I had a lot of fun until a certain question popped out.
"Elsa, what were you doing earlier?" He asked, playing a bit with his staff. "Kill myself." I monotonously answered. "Kill you- what?" He shockingly replied. "What? I'm lonely. Couldn't find a better view on life. Why not kill myself?" I sighed. "Yeah, but why?" He sat next to me. The cold beginning to worsen. "I don't want to talk about it. New topic." I said, diverting my gaze from him. "No, why?" He looked at me sternly. "Why does it matter anyway? I almost killed my sister; I'll probably never be in contact with anyone; I'll be alone, just because of this shitty curse!" I burst out angrily and he was silenced. "Jack, I've been alone for a lot of years, sometimes, you just lose hope." I sighed in frustration. "Alone? Is that why you wanted to kill yourself?"
I bitterly laughed, "What do you know about being alone anyway?" To my surprise he frowned, "Everything." "Impossible." "True. If you've been alone for a couple few years, what about me? A 100. Elsa, I have been alone for that long. No one to talk to. No one paying attention to me. No one even knowing about me. Yeah, death crossed my mind. But I'm already dead, how could I possibly be even more dead?" He weakly smiled. "Don't you miss Anna?" He added, pain amidst his eyes.
100 years of being alone. A 100 years of not being known. I pitied the man. I was only alone for a couple of years and that was enough to make me kill myself? What about him? 100 years, how crazy must he have felt? How desperate was he? "Sorry." I whispered loud enough for him to hear. "It's fine. Not like I'm alone at the moment, am I?" I smiled, "Nope, you've got me." He smirked in reply. "True, we've got each other now." The ice was all gone now.
"Jack?" I looked up at him as he was floating around the ceiling. "Yeah?" "Teach me how to control this- this curse." I touched my fingers. He dropped and hit the floor. "Elsa, this isn't a curse, this is a gift." He scolded me. I rolled my eyes, "This is a curse, if it wasn't I would never have hit Anna!" "That was an accident." He interrupted. "A very bad one." I muttered to myself. He whined. "Elsa, this is a gift. Look at what I'm able to do with it." He made a beautiful statue of a snow flake. "It is a curse until I learn on how to control it." I grumbled. "Fine, but from now on, refer to it as a gift, alright?" I nodded. "Good, I'll teach you control." I could only let out a smile.
I shifted my attention towards the moon, who knows, maybe one of these days I'll finally be able to meet Anna again?
I'm not alone anymore. Gods be good, I'm not alone anymore. He isn't either.
Fin.