Elsa felt the wind whipping through her hair as she clung tightly to Jack Frost's hand. The loose strands that had fallen from her braid floated around her face lining her eyes and entering her mouth briefly before being snatched away. She closed her eyes, partly because the wind stung them if they were open, and partly because she was afraid to fall.

Her bare feel flailed around below her as she tried to find solid ground. She could feel the material of the dark blue dress she'd worn that day billowing around her ankles, the hemline coming into contact with her skin occasionally.

The scream that had risen in her throat had been carried away in the wind when Jack Frost took off. If she was still screaming, she did not know. She felt the sound coming out her mouth and her vocal chords vibrating but no sound was entering her ears. Elsa was, in fact, screaming but the wind was so powerful, the sound was being carried away the second it entered the open air.

She didn't know any of this. All she knew was that she was high in the sky, holding for dear life onto the hand of a stranger who'd been watching her for who knows how long and that the slightest movement could result in her death.

She heard Jack Frost whoop out loud with enjoyment. He had done this lots of times before and every time he managed to feel the adrenalin pumping through his veins. The feeling of flying, he thought. It never got old.

Jack Frost looked down to his companion, ready and eager to see the look of thrill on her face and share the priceless feeling with her. But what he saw surprised him.

Elsa was gripping his hand, her nails digging into his flesh and she clung. Her eyes we squeezed shut and her head was turned into his arm. Her whole upper body was tense and her legs flailed around under her.

She looked scared, not like she was enjoying the experience.

Jack Frost became aware of the weight of her body and realised that he was carrying both of them, that she wasn't using any power that she might've had to fly herself. Elsa hadn't flown before, he realised. This was her first time. Whether that was because she couldn't or didn't know how he didn't know but he decided on the latter.

Little snowflakes started drifting around them. Jack felt a coolness spread through his hand. He looked down and saw a thin layer of ice covering it, beginning at Elsa's fingertips. She was freezing him and causing the snow. It was a cool night, but not cold enough for snow.

He mentally kicked himself for assuming she was just like him and knew the extent of her powers. He had rushed in, too eager to get his job over with. This was going to take more time and patience than he realised. If she had known, the Man in the Moon wouldn't have asked him to guide her, he concluded.

Jack halted in the air, hovering with Elsa dangling from his hand. Her legs stopped moving as much, her feet still moving in little circles. Her eyes remained closed and her body tense.

He started descending slowly as to not alarm his guest with sudden movement.

Elsa felt her body start moving again. Her tensed form relaxed as her feet came into contact with the gravelled surface of Arendelle docks. She let go of Jack's hand and sank gratefully to the ground.

She lay for a few seconds, her panting settling to regular breathing as her heart rate slowed. The smell of salt air filled her nose. The fear left her body gradually and she opened her eyes cautiously to make sure she wasn't feeling an illusion. She could hardly distinguish where the sea ended and the starry night sky began.

The light snow floury ceased as she became sure of the ground beneath her.

Jack knelt beside her and placed his now thawed hand on her shoulder. He felt her stiffen under his touch and heard her sharp intake of breath. Her heart started pumping again with fear. She didn't want him to touch her again in fear of him harming her.

'I'm sorry,' he apologised softly, bending down so his head hovered above her ear.

Elsa relaxed slightly at his words when she realised his touch was to comfort, not to harm. She could hear the regret and sympathy in his voice. He truly sounded sorry and his words sounded sincere.

'I thought you said you weren't going to hurt me,' Elsa replied softly but firmly. All feelings of infatuation, however small they may have been, were gone from her now. She could feel her fear turn to anger and bubble up inside her.

'You promised I would be alright.' Elsa sat up, keeping her back to Jack and enunciating her words clearly and firmly so her anger came through.

'But you are, aren't you?' Jack asked, confused. He was so sure she hadn't been wounded. He started towards her to check for any injuries.

'Maybe not physically,' Elsa replied. 'But internally I was scared out of my wits. You terrified me Jack!' Elsa's voice rose and she turned on him. 'You terrified me! You do this all the time but did you ever stop to think I haven't? Did you ever think that I'm not like you? That I'm different,' she shouted.

Jack Frost took a step back as Elsa rounded on him. He flinched when she began shouting at him. What if someone heard them? He moved forward to grab her flailing arms and pin them to her sides; to try and calm her before they were discovered. But Elsa slapped his hands away from her before they could even touch her.

'Don't you dare touch me,' she screamed. 'Don't come anywhere near me!'

'Elsa,' Jack began but she cut across him.

'Don't "Elsa" me. I am a queen. I tell you what to do, not the other way around. And you address me as "Queen Elsa" or "Your Highness", got that?'

Jack nodded. To tell the truth, he was actually quite scared of her at this point. She was powerful but had no idea how to control her power. One slip and she could explode and do something she'd regret.

'Sorry,' he apologised and cleared his throat. 'Queen Elsa,' he began, spreading his arms wide and throwing in a bow. Elsa crossed her arms and looked down at him, not impressed by his cheek. 'I am truly sorry to frighten you, your highness. I wasn't thinking. I had no idea of the extent of which you knew your powers and it was stupid of me to not have asked. I ask your forgiveness and ask that you listen to me as your friend and teacher.' Jack spoke slowly, taking care to choose formal sounding words to replace his regular, casual speech. 'Or just your teacher if you'd prefer,' he added when he saw the disapproving look on Elsa's face.

'You can teach me,' Elsa relented. 'But that's all you will ever be to me. Nothing will ever happen between us. You are not my friend, nor will you ever be. If the Man in the Moon asked you to be here with me, we must respect that. But that doesn't mean we have to be friends, Jack Frost,' Elsa spat his name out of her mouth. She had lain her terms and they were not up for negotiation.

Jack looked into her eyes to see fierce, cold hard determination. He knew she wouldn't chance her terms so he had no choice but to accept them, for now.

'Okay,' he agreed. 'I will come to you every night and attempt to guide you in the use of your powers until you no longer need me. But it is getting late. Perhaps I should escort her highness back to the palace?' Jack bowed deeply before her.

He thought her entire charade was quite ridiculous but he decided to play along tonight. In future he wouldn't be so easy to manipulate, he thought. He'd win her over eventually. Girls couldn't resist him.

Elsa looked down at him. 'Agreed,' she said. 'You may escort me back to my chambers. And you will come to me every night, unless I say otherwise.'

Jack nodded his head once and walked to stand behind her.

'With your permission, your highness?' he asked. Elsa nodded once, unsure what he was going to do but assumed he wouldn't harm her.

Jack bent down, attempting to scoop her into his arms. He straightened up almost immediately.

'Here, hold this,' he commanded, thrusting his staff into her hands without any sort of formality.

His staff now out of the way, he placed one hand hovering beside Elsa's back and used the other to knock her legs out from under her. Elsa gave a shriek of surprise and found herself lying in Jack's arms for the second time that night.

'That is not how you treat a queen,' she accused, whacking Jack over the head with his staff.

'Ow!' Jack exclaimed. 'Well, I guess I deserved that,' he said, a grin spreading onto his face.

Elsa smiled to herself, satisfied with her night's efforts, as she braced herself for Jack's ascent.

'Ready?' he asked her and, when she nodded, took off into the sky.

Minutes later, Elsa felt her feet touch the floor of her familiar bedroom.

'I'll take that,' Jack said, removing his staff from her hands. 'I'll be back for you tomorrow night.' Jack turned to the window.

'Jack,' Elsa said, causing him to stop. Her anger had faded and she was beginning to think she had been a bit unreasonable. She was still thoroughly annoyed with him but he didn't deserve the way she'd treated him.

'Thank you,' she said.

Jack nodded once and flew out the window, leaving Elsa standing in her dark room alone.