A cool night breeze blew softly through Arendelle, just strong enough to push the crimson curtains of Elsa's room, through the open window.
Being day two of Anna's departure, Elsa's pain hadn't lessened. She now lay on her bed in the clothes she wore that day staring at the celling, wishing the pain would go away. She is not crying as there are no tears left. She just lay there, hoping something would come and distract her from the empty void that was her sister's presence.
She shook her head and rolled over, her back to the window. Anna hadn't died. She'd just gone away, for the first time in forever. Elsa silently cursed herself for being so selfish. Anna had her own life and Elsa had spent most of it pushing her away. Just because her sister had gone away to be happy, it didn't mean she wasn't going to return. Elsa knew she ought to be happy for her sister, and she was. There was just a bigger, stronger part of her that wished she hadn't married Kristoff. Deep in her thoughts, she shoved her face into her pillow.
A figure floated down from the roof and landed on her window still. Wearing the same clothes as he had the night before, he sat on the window ledge and carefully, and silently as to not alarm the girl, put his feet on the floor and stood inside her room.
The moon was high and cast light through the open curtains, illuminating the entire room so he could see her perfectly, lying on her side on top of the bed clothes in the dress she'd worn that day.
Elsa lifted her head from the pillow and turned it so she was staring at the normally plain wall which was now present with a dark shadow. She stiffened as she realised there was someone in her room.
The stranger saw her body stiffen and he knew she believed, that she could see him. He cleared his throat softly, as not to alarm her and spoke. Just one word as that was all it took to get her attention.
'Elsa,' he muttered softly.
Elsa felt her eyes widen as she recognised her name and she let out a soft gasp. Debating whether to turn to face the figure or keep her back to him, leaving her defenceless, she decided on the former and swung her legs off her bed and raised the top half of her body.
'How do you know my name?' she whispered, with a note of warning in her voice. She stood and turned slowly to face the figure. He was barefoot, dressed in brown pants and a familiar dark blue jumper covered in frost. The hood was pulled creating a shadow to conceal his face but she could make out strands of white poking out. In one hand, he held a brown staff. The other was tucked into his jacket pocket. For what reason, Elsa did not know but she stood on her guard, prepared for any weapon he might be concealing.
'Who are you?' she asked, her voice not conveying any of the fear she was feeling at finding a stranger in her room without any way of getting up here as silently as he did.
'Why are you here? What do you want?' she continued, trying to make her tone as threatening as possible. She balled her hands up into fists, ready to strike him with her powers if he advanced on her.
'I am here because the man in the moon asked me to be,' the figure replied. Elsa was overcome with confusion. Man in the moon, she thought. Why did that seem familiar to her? Is there really a man in the moon that talks to people?
'I am,' he continued and her attention snapped back to him, 'Jack Frost.'
The figure, Jack Frost, tipped back his hood as he said his name and his face was revealed to Elsa. What she saw, was not what she expected and she let out a gasp as she recognised the man standing before her.
She saw the whiteness of his hair and the green blue of his intense eyes. She felt a brief flicker of attraction to him but quickly dismissed it. Yes the man in her room could be considered attractive but he was a stranger to her.
She felt the blood rushing up into her cheeks as she thought of him in her room and quickly calmed her racing heart. She felt like she knew him, like she was connected to him, a feeling she'd only ever experienced with one person. Everything became clearer and time seemed to stop as realisation dawned on her.
'It was you,' she said and he looked at her mysteriously. 'You. You were here 16 years ago. You were the one I saw fly away from my window. You were watching me,' she accused, her heart racing with fear. 'You were watching me and I bet you've been here more than once. You're not here because of some man in the moon,' she continued, her voice rising in both volume and intensity. 'You're a crazy stalker. I'm going to have you locked up for this, you creep,' Elsa all but shouted the last words as she turned her powers on him in hope of freezing him long enough to yell for help.
Jack Frost flew into the air to avoid the blast and sent one in return back to her. Unable to fly, Elsa was hit, the impact sending her flying into the wall behind her. She stuck there, bound by ice cuffs around her hands and feet. She pulled her arms, trying to break free, only to realise her efforts were in vain. She opened her mouth to yell for help but before she could make even the first syllable, a hand clamped itself tightly over her mouth, silencing her.
Jack Frost hovered next her, his hand on her mouth.
'I'm not going to hurt you,' he whispered in to her ear. 'I want to help you. I know about your abilities and I can help you control them. Relax and I can help you.'
Still tense, Elsa regarded his words and he felt her relax slightly. It was something about the way he spoke, but Elsa felt as if she could trust Jack Frost. His words took over her body and she felt herself relax.
Jack Frost removed his hand from her mouth and sank to the floor. Elsa, still restrained to the wall, felt her ice cuffs begin to melt and her body began to fall. Her heart raced in panic as her body came away from the wall and she fell. She braced herself for impact to the floor only to open her eyes to find herself in Jack Frost's arms. Her heart rate raced and she felt herself growing flustered.
'Thank you,' she muttered, trying not to stare into his beautiful eyes as he set her on the ground. 'I thought I was going to fall.'
He chuckled, 'I'd never let you fall,' he said, his voice so low, making this moment seem extremely intimate.
She stared at him for a second, feeling the way his eyes bore into hers, until he broke their gaze and strode to the window.
'I can teach you many things,' he said. 'If you're willing to learn. I can teach you about your power and how to control it. I can show you all the amazing things you can do. The man in the moon has asked me to watch over you from a very young age,' and I didn't to that so well, he thought. 'Take my hand and we can begin.'
Jack Frost extended his hand to Elsa, palm flat. Elsa stood where he had left her, staring at his outstretched hand.
'I'd love for you to teach me,' she said. 'But if I take your hand, what will happen?'
'That's for me to know and you to find out,' he replied mysteriously. 'If you want to learn, you have to be willing to take risks, although I will promise you this,' he paused. 'I will allow no harm to come to you.'
With his promise made, Elsa hesitated before stepping forward, closing the distance between them. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding with nerves, and she placed her palm in his.
Two seconds after she did so, she gripped his hand tighter as she felt herself being lifted off the ground as he soared into the starry night sky.