Chapter Two: Is that really you?
I was waiting at the Pole for something exciting to happen. But, this being the Pole, nothing would. I sat on the window ledge and started to draw in frost. Unconsiously, I began to sing. It was a song I remembered from a long time ago.
Let it go, Let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, Let it go.
Turn away and slam the door.
I don't care, whta they're going to say.
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway.
I chuckled. Elsa sung that song. Oh how I wish she remembered me. Maybe then I wouldn't feel this lonely. I was drawn out of my thoughts when I heard loud footsteps, I mean, paw steps. I looked up to see Bunnymud walking over. "Nice song, mate. Where'd ya hear it?" he asked in his thick australian accent. Smiling, I replied, "Someone I knew once sung it to me." Bunny looked confused. He sat down opposite me on the window ledge. "I thought you said no one believed in you before Jamie did." he said.
"I didn't mention her. I thought you wouldn't believe me." I told him.
"Well, I'm listening. Tell me about ya friend." Bunny said. I smiled and sat up. Me and Bunny had become good friends lately. I promised to only make light snow days on Easter sunday, and not call him Kangeroo unless I was with Jamie, so we kinda settled the feud. "Well, her name was Elsa and she was my best friend. As time went on, she forgot about me. It was kinda my fault. I started to visit her less and less and she just... Grew up." I said, looking out the window. A paw rested itself on my shoulder. "She may have grown up, mate, but I'm sure she never wanted to forget ya." Bunny said, smiling a little. I smiled back and turned to the window again, just in time to hear Bunny open one of his burrows. He was probably heading back to the warren, or off to visit Sophie.
I sat there for a while, not taking my mind off Elsa. I wanted to believe that she did still believe in me, all those years ago. But... I just couldn't. She had forgotten, like everyone does as they grow up. I decided to go for a fly, to try and clear my head. But no matter where I went, I just couldn't stop thinking of her. The way we used to make patterns on the wall, the way she would always make me a Flower Laurel before I left. Those were the best years of my life. Now... Well, I just feel empty without her. She was the light of my life.
*Smash* I hadn't been paying attention to where I was flying until it was too late. I went crashing into something big, and cold. When I crashed, my head dazed, grip loosened and I dropped my staff. Without it, I can't fly, so I fell down... down... down... down... 'Til I hit the ground below. It was covered in soft snow, and, from what I could tell, it was very dark out. The world around me was spinning so when I tried to stand, I just fell back down. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, and I collapsed into the snow, falling unconscious, but not before seeing something... A mess of blonde hair...
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-Unknown Point of View-
For the past 290 years (Yes I have been counting), I've been like this: Immortal. I looked the same as I did when I was 17. My sister died a long time ago, along with her Husband, about 220 years ago. Give or take. Now, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandnephew is ruling the Kingdom I once did. I let my sister take over for me when she found out I was immortal. The citizens were told that I was going to be going away for a very long time, to 'Negotiate trade routes with other kingdoms'. I wasn't actually. I went to live in my Ice Palace in the Northan mountains. Eventually, the Kingdom forgot about me. All but my family. They still believe in me today. They're the only one's who can see me. But... I don't know why.
I live here in my Ice Palace with one other: Olaf the Snowman. He's great. He's very goofy and a little naive, but it makes him the most wonderful person -I mean Snowman- I have ever met -er, built-. He understands what it's like to be imaginative, to have fun all the time, he makes friends very easily with the Village children, they're the only ones who can see him. He teaches them about love, and friendship, and just generally is sweet. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
Well... I could ask to see a friend again.
It's been 290 years, maybe longer, since I last saw Jack. He promised to always be there for me but it wasn't. All this time I've faced immortality alone -Exluding being with Olaf and Marshmallow. I just wish I knew where he was. Maybe then I could-
*Smash* I jumped when I hear a loud bang, and what I think was shattering. I rushed out onto the balcony just in time to see a boy, about my age, falling through the air. He must have fallen from a great height, because he fell very fast. As quickly as I could, I made a large pile of snow appear right below him, and ran out of my palace. When I arrived at his side, the boy had already passed out.
He had a mess of white hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a hooded jacket, like what the children wear in Arendelle, which was lined with frost, and he wore a pair of old brown trousers. He had no shoes on his feet. About a few inches from his hand, was a crooked staff, like that of a shepards. My eyes widened, and I almost collapsed from shock. (Keyword: ALMOST) I couldn't believe it. After all these years- How was it possible? He finally came to visit me after all this time. Kneeling down next to him, my hand traced over his, and I finally found my voice. "J-Jack Frost..."