He sauntered down the street, wandering and pondering.

The air was still. The night was silent. Not a single soul walked the streets of Arendelle, except one. The sound of wood against stone shattered the silence as his staff tapped against the ground. He left behind his icy footprints as he passed by the homes of men, women, and children, who were all warm and cozy in their dream-filled slumber. In the thickness of silence, one question hung in the air:

"Just what am I feeling?"

Jack scrunched his brow in thought, wracking his brain to find an answer to the question that haunted his thoughts.

"I mean, she's pretty—no, beautiful."

He picked a rose from a bush as he passed by.

"But, it's not just that."

He watched the frost grow on the rose in his hand, swirling and trailing the red petals, until it was dressed in a layer of white.

"No, there's something else about her."

He cradled the rose in his hand, mindful of the frost-covered petals.

"She's like a rose. Yes, a rose. There may be one or two thorns that keep people from getting close to her, and then those thorns keep her from getting close to others. But…"

He paused as he found himself back in the courtyard of the castle. A breeze picked him up and carried him to a window, giving him a glimpse of the sleeping queen.

"It's how you handle the rose that's important. When you care for her right, she'll grow into something special."

She turned in her sleep so that he could now see her face in the moonlight. He touched the window pane as he opened it and left a rose in front of the window before closing it.

He chuckled to himself. "And the great thing about roses is that they don't mind the cold either."

The wind picked him up and deposited him on a tree in the castle courtyard. As he stood on the tallest branch, he looked at the Man in the Moon.

"You wouldn't happen to know what this feeling is, would you?"

Silence was his answer, as always.

He sighed. "You put me here. Just this once, please, help me here."

His answer was always silence. He slumped against the tree trunk.

"Just for a little while, I wish I wasn't Jack Frost—winter nobody. Maybe then, I can find out what this feeling is…and maybe if she has the same feelings too."

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, the moon shined brighter than ever on Jack Frost.

His eyes shot open, and he let out a gasp. A clouded breath left his mouth. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around himself as his body shivered.

"Must have dozed off there." He brought his hands together and rubbed them. "W-what's happening to me?"

He held his hands in front and watched as they trembled.

"Wait… Am I getting cold?" He shook his head. "Nah, that's impossible. I can't get cold."

He stood on his feet, precariously balanced on the tree branch.

"A nice flight ought to do me some good. Wind, take me somewhere else," he called out.

He jumped off the branch...and fell.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Oof!" With each branch passing branch was a cry of pain. By the time he reached the bottom, he had hit seven branches, one for each new bruise on his body. A fresh clump of snow broke from one of the branches and landed on his face.

"He sat up and brushed the snow from his hair. "Well...that's new." He hissed as he touched a tender spot on his arm.

A wind blew by, and he wrapped his arms around himself tighter. "And apparently, I can get cold. What is going on?" He grabbed his staff and began walking.

He trembled as he wandered aimlessly in Arendelle's castle courtyard in the dead of night. The unfamiliar, biting cold in his feet urged him to get somewhere warm, as strange as it may seem for Jack Frost.

With his staff in hand, he walked to the horse stables where he was greeted by the stench of animals. He trudged to the back of the room and fell into a pile of dry hay. Jack blew into his hands as he rubbed them together. He glanced down at his hands and feet. There was more color to them than he remembered.

"Just what is going on?"

There was a snort next to him. He glanced to his side and looked up to find a large reindeer staring at him curiously.

"Uh, hi…" he said.

The reindeer had its mouth open and was panting like a dog. Jack tentatively reached out his hand and patted the reindeer's head.

"Well, it's nice to meet you." He took some hay in his hands and held it out to the reindeer, who gladly snatched it from his hands and began chewing it. "Looks like you and I are going to be roommates for a while."

After warming his hands and feet a little more, he stretched his arms and legs. He shifted in his hay pile and made himself comfy as much as possible.

"Wish they would do something about the smell in here, but it'll have to do for now."

With his staff by his side, he leaned back in his makeshift bed and yawned.

"Goodnight," he said to the reindeer.

It grunted back a reply of sorts. He smiled and chuckled at the reindeer.

"Hopefully, a good night's rest should make things better."

"Hey."

Jack stirred in his hay pile and rolled onto his side.

"Hey, wake up."

"Five more minutes…" Jack mumbled.

"No," said the voice. "Wake up!"

He grunted as something heavy fell on his stomach. Jack blearily opened his eyes. There was a tall, blonde man standing in front of him.

"Mind telling me what you're doing here?" the man asked.

Jack rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm sleeping—or was sleeping." He quickly sat up. "Wait, you can hear me? You can see me?"

The man raised a brow. "Yes?"

Jack fell back in the pile of hay and shook his head. "I can't believe it…" He couldn't stop smiling.

"Uh, who are you?" asked the man. Now that Jack got a closer look, he recognized him as the man he saw on the day he first met Elsa.

Jack stood up as he held his staff. "My name's Jack." He held out his hand. "And you are?"

The man gave him a strange look and shook his hand. "Kristoff." He looked up and down Jack. "So, what's a kid like you doing in here?"

Jack furrowed his brows. "Kid? Who are you calling a kid? I'll have you know that I'm much older than I look."

Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Right…"

He bent down to pick up the sack lying in the hay pile where Jack slept. He opened it up and pulled out a carrot, taking a bite out of it before offering it to the reindeer.

"Did he cause any trouble?" he asked.

Jack shook his head. "Nope. The furry guy was great company."

Kristoff shot a glance toward Jack. "I was asking him about you."

He stared at Kristoff and took a step back. "Right…"

Kristoff pulled out the rest of the carrots from the sack and fed it to the reindeer. "This is Sven by the way. So, why are you hanging out in a place like this?"

"It was cold outside," Jack said.

"Well, anyone can see that with all the snow outside." His eyes drifted towards the light clothes Jack wore and his shoeless feet. "Let's get you warmed up first. You're probably freezing your toes off."

"No thanks," Jack said, as he walked pass him. He didn't get very far when a hand grabbed his arm.

"I wasn't kidding about freezing your toes off and I still have questions for you."

Jack pulled his arm away. "Thanks, but I gotta go." He found himself being lifted by the collar of his shirt. "Hey!"

"You're not going anywhere until I find you a pair of shoes and something to eat," he said while lifting Jack with one hand as if he weighed nothing. With his other hand, Kristoff whistled. Sven came trotting up to the two of them with his tail wagging.

"Put me down!" Jack shouted.

Kristoff smirked. "If you say so." With that, he dropped Jack onto Sven's back.

Against his will, Jack found himself walking with Kristoff towards the castle.

"So, did you run away from home or something, kid?" Kristoff asked.

A scowl appeared on Jack's face. "I told you I'm not a kid. And no, I'm not a runaway. I guess you can call me a traveler."

"Huh. With that wooden staff of yours, I thought you were some shepherd's kid."

Jack grumbled under his breath. "I'm not a kid…"

"So you just happened to wander into the castle courtyard and into the stables?"

Jack slowly nodded. "Yes…"

Kristoff nodded his head. "Hmm. Okay then."

As soon as they made it to the door, Jack hopped off Sven while Kristoff patted Sven's head.

"Okay, Sven. You stay here. You remember how mad the maids were the last time you were in here."

Sven happily nodded and sat down.

Kristoff opened the door for Jack, and the two walked in. For the first time in his life, Jack Frost felt warm. There was warm air flowing throughout the castle, and like a soft blanket, it fell over Jack with its warm comfort.

"Follow me," Kristoff said. And so he did.

The clack of his wooden staff on the floor was the only sound to shatter the silence between the two during the quiet walk. There was no one else around in the halls. They came to a stop inside the large dining room.

Kristoff pulled out a chair. "Here, sit," he said before leaving the room through the other door in the room.

Jack sat down and looked around the room. It was the same as the last time he had been inside. His eyes wandered around but quickly stopped when the door opened again with Kristoff carrying a bowl of soup.

He set the bowl on the table in front of Jack. "It's not much, but it'll warm you up."

Jack looked at the soup and back at Kristoff. "Um, thank you." He took the metal spoon from the bowl, scooping up a spoonful of the warm liquid, and took a bite. "It's good," he said.

Kristoff pulled a chair of his own and sat on it backwards. "You're a traveler, right? So where are you from?"

With his soup nearly finished, Jack gave up on the spoon, took the bowl in his hands, and slurped the rest of the contents. There was a satisfied sigh as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"I'm a traveler of sorts. As for where I'm from, let's just say that it's really far."

Kristoff slowly nodded. "Uh huh… And where are you headed?"

"Nowhere in particular," said Jack. "I just go wherever the wind takes me."

"So you're just wandering around aimlessly? Don't you think it's kind of dangerous to be doing that? Do you even have a place to stay or money to buy food?"

To Kristoff's confusion, Jack laughed. "Why would I need any of those things?"

Kristoff's mouth hung open. He furrowed his brows and made to say something, only to close his mouth again. He repeated this several times, until at last he found the right thing to say:

"What?"

The sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation. At the doorway, Anna stood.

"Oh! Kristoff, there you are. Am I interrupting something?" she asked.

Kristoff stood up and wrapped her in his arms. "No, not really."

She glanced at Jack. "Who's this?"

Jack looked behind himself and then at Anna. "Me? You can see me too?"

She nodded. "Yes… Why wouldn't I?"

Jack stared at the two of them. "Huh, that's two in one day," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" asked Anna.

"Sorry, it's just that not many people can see me."

"And why is that?"

His eyes fell. "I don't know," he said, perhaps with a hint of sadness. "I haven't figured that part out yet."

Anna glanced at Kristoff, and he glanced back at her with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Well, do you have a place to stay?" she asked.

Jack shook his head. "No."

"Then, would you like to stay here for a while?"

Before Jack could reply, Kristoff cut in. "Anna, can I talk to you in private?"

Anna didn't have much of a choice as Kristoff pulled her out the door of the dining room. With Kristoff and Anna gone, Jack was alone with his thoughts. He stared at his hands, which were no longer pale.

"Okay, so I can get cold apparently, and I can't fly. Oh, and those two can see me. What else is new?"

He thought back to when he drank the warm soup—the warm soup.

His eyes grew wide. "Wait a minute."

He stood up and walked towards the closest window. With his hand held out, he touched the cool glass pane.

Nothing.

Using his staff now, he tapped the glass again.

Still nothing.

He fixed his eyes on the dining room table and pointed his staff at it.

"Come on, work!"

Everything remained the same. There was no frost, no snow, and no ice. He stood there with a shocked look on his face.

"My powers… What's happening?"

Something in his soup spoon caught his eye. He walked over to it and held it in front of him. In the clear reflection of the metal, he saw a young man with brown hair—his own reflection. He stared at his reflection while brushing a hand through his hair.

"My hair…"

The only thing that stayed the same were his eyes—still has blue as ever. He was overcome by an unsettling feeling and yet a strange familiarity at the same time. As he fiddled with the strands of his hair, the door opened again. Anna walked in with a smug grin on her face, while Kristoff had a defeated look.

"So Jack, what's your answer? If you don't have a place to stay, would you like to stay here?"

Kristoff cleared his throat to which Anna rolled her eyes.

"I mean, until the snow melts that is."

"Well, this is kind of sudden," said Jack. He couldn't stop looking at his own reflection. He hadn't planned to stay in Arendelle for very long. Jack Frost was never one for staying in one place for very long. "But, I'll gladly accept your offer."

"Great! Kristoff, can you show Jack to the guest room?"

Kristoff scratched the back of his head. "Sure."

Jack followed him out the door and up the stairs. "Thanks for letting me stay here for free."

Kristoff smirked. "Who said anything about it being free?"

Jack stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Wait, what do you mean? I don't have any money."

"You're going to work as long as you stay here." They stopped in front of a door. "Well, here's your room. I'll see you later, Arendelle Ice Master and Deliverer's Assistant."

"Wait, what?" Jack stared at Kristoff as he walked away. "Is that even a thing?"

Kristoff waved his hand dismissively. "It is now."