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Elsa returned to reality with a jolt. Her head was slightly spinning, and she—though she did not realize it—was covered in cold sweat. Her heart was pounding tremendously in her chest, and it took her a moment or two to regain her composure—not to mention her breathing.

Slowly, a huge grin spread across her beautiful face. Pictures were popping into her mind: Anna with a goofy-looking snowman, she and Anna skating in the ice rink she had created, Anna laughing and eating another box of chocolates.

Elsa jumped up from her frozen bed and tip-toed out of her room and across the hall, making her way out of North's headquarters and out into the cold midnight air, where she knew—she just knew; she could feel it in the depths of her heart—Jack was staying. She needed his help. Fast.

The air was cold and wonderful against Elsa's cheeks. She shivered.

She spotted Jack leaning against one of the tall evergreen trees that surrounded the place, twirling his staff absentmindedly in one hand as he stared up at the moon, big and shining against the inky black night sky. Stars twinkled, winking at them from up above.

Jack looked solemn and serious, so unlike the Jack Elsa knew. Maybe he was like this when he was alone. One could only make people laugh during times like these for so long, after all.

Elsa stopped, suddenly afraid to disturb him, to destroy this perfect moment in time, where Jack looked so, so peaceful, and the moonlight was shining down upon him, encasing him in a pearly white glow. His very heart seemed to be shining.

Before she could turn away and go back however, Jack turned, and gave her a curt nod, signaling her to yes, please, join me.

Elsa did so, her each step measured. She realized then and there that she was barefoot.

"Beautiful, huh?" he asked. She realized he was referring to the moon, to the night, to the distant flapping of bird wings.

Elsa nodded. "Yes."

He turned around completely, blue eyes even paler in the midnight light. "Dreams bothering you again?"

Elsa tilted her head to one side, studying him. There was an odd glint in Jack's eyes, and though his usual smirk was now once again plastered to his face, she couldn't help but notice that something was different. Maybe it was the way his smirk twitched and faltered. Or the way his eyes looked like a secret she wanted to discover.

No, she thought, it is you who looks bothered.

Yet she decided against saying this out loud to him, for she thought it made her sound tactless and rude.

Instead, she shook her head, the chilly wind whipping her unbraided hair around her face. "It is not that, I believe. A memory is more like it. Jack, I…I remember—"She stopped. The word felt like a heavy weight against her tongue. It felt wonderful and exhilarating and adventurous and free—"everything."

Her eyes were bright blue orbs, sparkling and shining in the moonlight. They were watery too, after realizing the exact importance of this moment. Jack might be the only one who could understand her, could understand her need for his help, and the only one willing to help her here, right now, in the middle of the night, against all the odds of tomorrow.

Jack's eyes widened at the word. "Wha—Really? Everything?"

Elsa nodded, her heart pounding. "Yes!"

"W-well that's great! Seriously!" He said, his staff shaking from the excitement.

Elsa nodded again. "I was wondering, though, if you could perhaps accompany me on a…quest."

"Sure. What is it?"

"I need to find her. Anna, I mean. My sister. Or, should I say—"she smiled—"the Queen of Arendelle. She is, after all, the rightful heir to the throne."

A grin stretched its way to Jack's lips. "Of course! Do you mean now? We can totally just fly over to Norway if you want."

Elsa nodded gratefully. "Yes. Yes, I'd like that very much."

….

Arendelle's castle stood tall and looming as Elsa and Jack landed right in front of its wooden door. Elsa was out of breath, and so was Jack, but they were breathless in the good way, the kind that filled your lungs with laughs and your heart with adventures, flushing your cheeks with color.

"Do you remember how to get in?" Jack whispered.

"Yes, I believe so. We can just pass through walls and doors, am I correct? This way it is then." she said, marching straight forward and experiencing once again that odd feeling of passing through objects. Soon she was inside a corridor that, she knew, leads up to the grand hall. Paintings marked the walls on each side of her, and soon she saw Jack step inside the castle as well.

Elsa closed her eyes and tried to remember where Anna's room was, and in a flash of colors, she knew exactly where it was located. She used her heart as a map.

She led the way, Jack trailing along behind her, floating in mid-air, when suddenly, after a couple of minutes, a question popped into her mind. She stopped and turned around, looking at Jack face to face. "We're almost there, but…"

"Jack? Won't they be able to see me?" she asked quietly as Jack continued to do circles in the air. Her tone was sad and soft, like feathers falling through the air.

He contemplated this for a moment, before saying softly, "If they still believe in you, then yeah. They'll be asleep now though, won't they? Except for the guards, anyway. Speaking of which, where are the guards?"

As if on cue, they heard the rustling of footsteps and the clanking of armor, as well as a few whispered commands. Elsa could not believe she had forgotten about the guards. How could she have forgotten about the guards?

"Quick!" she whisper-shouted as Jack floated back down and she took hold of his arm, dragging him into the nearest room she could find. "In here!"

She hoped that the room was empty.

Oh gosh, she was praying for the room to be empty.

It was not.

A high-pitched shriek cut across the air. Two pairs of eyes blinked open across from Elsa.

A single word escaped from Elsa's lips. She felt frozen, and she could feel Jack beside her, yet it seemed that time was momentarily frozen, just so Elsa could savor this perfect, perfect moment, "Anna?"