Jack's POV

I stare open mouthed as the light in the room brightens, shining directly down on Elsa. My heart begins to hammer against my chest, and in fright, both Anna and Kristoff jump away from Elsa's bed. Anna looks at me horrified, but all I can do is look at Elsa whose body seems to glisten like the first snow of winter. My whole body is shaking.

"Jack! What's happening to her?" Anna exclaims from across the room.

I furrow my eyebrows, and tilt my head to the side- what is happening to her? Part of me thinks I know what's happening, but my mind is so clouded with everything that's happened in the last few hours that I can't bring myself to believe it. I glance out to the moon, which hurts my eyes slightly. No way would he do this; would he? I always thought he never listened to me, but now I'm beginning to think North was right.

I can't find it in me to reply to Anna. What if I'm wrong? What if I'm just wishful thinking?

I know I'm not though when Elsa's body begins to raise off of her bed. Her dress drapes down like a waterfall as she levitates about a meter off of her bed. Then, her body seems to absorb the light and radiate it out of her body so brightly that I have to shield my eyes. When the light dims down, I can't see for a few minutes, but when I do see, I gasp.

Her hand- her face- I blink in shock, my mind not comprehending what just happened. All the bruises have vanished, and her hand which was crushed looks brand new and undamaged. I find my whole body shaking again as I look at her.

Slowly, her body begins to fall back down to the bed.

I hesitantly look up at Anna whose eyes are wide. "What- what just happened?" she asks quietly.

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I don't know," I admit, still not convinced that this could be happening. I shake my head, not entirely sure how to tell this to Anna. How would she react to what I think just happened? I take in a deep breath. "I think the Man in the Moon just chose her."

Anna's eyes shoot up in surprise, and even Kristoff looks surprised. "Chose her?" Kristoff questions me.

"I may be wrong, but I think he may have just made Elsa into an immortal," I whisper.

All eyes snap back to Elsa when she draws in a deep breath. My heart feels as though it just stopped in my chest for a split second, and then it begins to race as though running for its life. No way. No. I can't believe this- this has to be a dream, or something. I take a step closer to her, not entirely sure what to expect. If she's immortal, will she be the same? I mean, she was dead!

I can't help but wonder will she remember me? Oh, man, I hope so. Even the Man in the Moon wouldn't be that cruel to make her forget me... Would he? I bite my lip, and take another hesitant step towards her.

I stop dead in my tracks when her eyes shoot open, sparkling in the light of the moon, icy blue. No one makes a sound as she lays there alive. Elsa's alive-

"Elsa?" Anna says, stepping forward slowly. Elsa sits up in her bed, and blinks a few times. For a second she stares at Anna blankly, but much to my relief recognition appears on her face. Anna's eyes light up and she runs over to Elsa and tackles her in hugs and kisses. I still can't move. Elsa's alive. I can't believe it. I look up at the moon, which is still bright.

"This is crazy," I hear Kristoff mutter in disbelief. I can't help but agree with him- this is insane! No- wait- don't get my wrong. I'm glad she's alive, but I just... I can't wrap my head around the fact that she's here. She's right in front of me breathing, alive! Have I mentioned the fact that she's alive?

I feel frozen. My feet have somehow forgotten how to function through all this shock.

"You're alive," Anna sobs, holding onto Elsa's face, staring at her, almost afraid to blink in case Elsa somehow disappears from her. "You were dead, Elsa! Oh, God." She buries her head into Elsa's shoulder and Elsa tightens her grip around Anna. Tears stream down her face and she closes her eyes tightly, cherishing this moment with her sister.

"I'm alive," Elsa whispers, barely audibly. Elsa's eyes drift over to me and we lock eyes. "Am I..?" she begins.

I avert my gaze. "I think so," I reply. She just nods her head as though she expected this- but how can she have expected this when even I didn't expect this? I open my mouth to say something, like: I'm glad you're alive, but that wouldn't be enough. Man, I really have turned sappy. I personally blame Elsa for that as I wasn't like this before I met her.

For a split second, I almost forget what had happened when Pitch came into the room. I want to forget, anyway, but I can't. I can't unsee Eugene shoving Elsa over the edge of the balcony. I can't forget her broken body on the ground. I just can't. I desperately want to, but as I stare at her, all I can see is her body beyond repair.

I blink.

I still love her. That will never change. The only thing that has changed is that she came back from the dead. I smirk to myself when I realise how awesome that sounds- Elsa's like some cool, ice-making zombie. How much cooler can you get? My girlfriend- Wait. Can I call her that? I mean, maybe now that we're both immortal she has a change of heart. No. I shake my head- Elsa loves me too.

At least, I hope she still does.

Elsa's POV:

I'm alive. It's the first thing I think when I open my eyes and recognise my room. I can feel my body- I can feel the softness of my bed covers against my skin. I can hear my heart hammering like a drum in my chest. I feel elated. I know that's probably ridiculous to feel, but I can't help but feel happy. I'm alive.

My mind feels a little foggy, though. I was talking to the Man in the Moon.

I enter into a white room- everything from the walls, to the table was white. Somehow, the air in here seems easier to breathe and I inhale deeply. Part of me feels as though I haven't breathed in awhile, but that's stupid. Of course I was breathing- wasn't I? I frown when I realise I don't remember much before I entered into this room. What had I been doing?

I feel safe, though. I hadn't even realised that my heart was racing in my chest, or that my hands had been shaking. They still themselves until I feel relaxed once more. I look around the room. I feel as though someone should be here- but who? I think hard, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe I should sit down and wait-

"You liar! You did this to her!" a voice echoes around the room. My eyes trace every inch of the room, but I can't find the source of the voice. I know him, though. I know him well. Why can't I place a name to the voice? I feel uneasy again. What's wrong with me? I feel my throat tighten, and I have to swallow back the sob that's rising in my throat. Something is wrong. Something is terribly, terribly wrong. I want to leave this place... I want to find the source of the voice. I know once I find the source, I'll be happy.

I hear a girl sobbing, and I feel as though a weight has been shoved onto my shoulders. I know her too. The desperation to leave grows more and more as the girl continues to sob. I know this girl better than anyone. We're close. We're as close as sisters- my stomach erupts in butterflies. Sisters? Do I have a sister? Surely I'd remember if I have a sister or not. Why is she crying? I want to comfort her more than anything. But how can I when my legs won't seem to move from the spot I'm standing?

"Elsa," a soft, soothing voice says. I wheel around and look down to see a short, round bodied man standing in front of me. "You look lost," he notes.

Elsa? Oh, that's my name. How did I forget that? I bite my lip nervously as I stare down at him. "I don't know where I am," I admit quietly. "I just want to go..." But to where? I have no clue where I came from. "I need to find the girl who was crying," I decide.

"You want to go to Arendelle," he tells me. "You want to see your sister, Anna."

So, I do have a sister. "Why is she crying?" I ask him, feeling rather curious as to why my sister would be crying.

"You're dead."

I stare at him in shock- did he just say I'm dead? That's absurd- I'm alive, clearly. If I was dead I wouldn't be able to move my body, and I wouldn't be able to think. I wouldn't be able to do anything. Yet, here I am, thinking, and moving my body freely. Am I a ghost, I wonder? Okay, no. That's just crazy. "No I'm not," I reply defensively.

The man smiles sadly at me and waves his hand. An image hovers through the air and it's me being thrown over the balcony, and then it's me on the bed, my body destroyed looking. I glance down at my hands- I look fine compared to that image. Maybe I am just a ghost. "I'm afraid you are dead, Elsa," he says softly. "My name is Tsar Lunar, but I think you might be more familiar with The Man in the Moon.

"I know that name," I realise. How do I know that name? "Someone told me about you.." I trail off. It was that boy I heard a few minutes ago. He told me about the Man in the Moon. Are they friends? Part of me doesn't think so.

"That would be Jack Frost," Tsar says to me. "You were well acquainted with him." He gives me a smile which makes me blush.

"He's my boyfriend?" I ask him.

"You two always insisted it was complicated," he laughs. His laugh seems to vibrate the whole room, and I feel a burst of joy inside of me from just hearing him laugh. "Yet, you two couldn't stay away from one another. Jack's furious with me. He curses me more than often since he's met you- no. Not because he doesn't like you. It's because he loves you. Which, yes, with your situation of him being immortal and you being mortal did indeed make things very, very complicated."

I frown, my mind clearing itself. Images of Jack and I being together run through my mind- and my cheeks blaze red when an image of him unzipping my dress runs though my head. I shut out the memories for the time being and focus on Tsar Lunar. He was right- we were definitely well acquainted.

"Why am I here?" I suddenly ask.

"Ah, yes," he mumbles. "I was wondering when you were going to ask. I have a proposition for you, Elsa. You can refuse it if you wish, but that means returning to the darkness. It means never seeing you're beloved sister again. It means oblivion, Elsa." I take a deep breath. Oblivion? Never seeing Anna again? I don't want that. "However, if you accept, you will become immortal. You will live forever, bringing joy to the people of the world. But that means outliving every mortal you know. You will see things that could break you."

"Either way, it's not going to be good," I mutter.

Tsar smiles gently at me. "Things are only as bad as you make it, Elsa."

I think about this. If I refuse, that means I'll never see anyone I love again. I can't leave Anna- the fog in my miind feels as though it's slowly lifting. Anna has lost too much in her life, and I can't just abandon her. I need to be there for her, until her last breath. The thought of outliving Anna hurts me, though. When she dies, I'll never see her again...

But I will see her children, her grandchildren, her great grandchildren.. I will see her- my- family grow with each new generation. The thought of that makes me feel warm inside. I still feel conflicted, though. I know deep down that Anna's passing won't be for another long time, but if I accept I have forever, while she has only a minute of what I have. Will I be able to do it?

She needs me, though. Her sobbing is because of me, because I'm dead. I don't want her to cry anymore.

I let out a shaky breath, slowly deciding that Anna's happiness means more to me than anything in the world. In my head I see images of her laughing and smiling and I feel as though my world is complete. I look down at Tsar feeling determined to make Anna happy again.

"I accept."

He smiles at me, and then there's a sharp pain in my head. I cry out in agony, and my whole life seems to flash before my eyes in just a few seconds. And then, the whole world goes black.

I glance up at the moon- Tsar made me immortal. I had accepted his offer, but when Anna pulls away from my embrace and smiles, I know it's worth it. I smile back at her and I wipe my eyes. She feels so warm and real. My throat tightens again, but this time I'm holding back a sob of joy. She wipes away my tears with her thumb and I let out a shaky laugh feeling nothing but relief.

I glance at Jack noticing that he has't made a single move since I opened my eyes. He looks to be in shock, so I smile at him. His mouth opens, but he doesn't say anything, and he closes it again.

"I thought being immortal would somehow feel different," I say, breaking the silence that hung in the air.

"You feel different," Anna tells me. "You're as cold as ice."

I stare down at my hands and release Anna from my grip. "Sorry," I say embarrassed. "I never realised."

She grins at me. "It's okay- Elsa, I can't believe it," she chimes, her eyes sparkling. "I thought I'd never hear your voice again."

"Well, you're going to be hearing it for a very long time," I joke, trying to lighten the mood. Something feels sombre about the atmosphere. "So, sorry in advance." Anna laughs and the sound is so sweet I want to cry in happiness. I thought I'd never hear her laugh again. I join in with her laughter, feeling relaxed once again.

"I love you so much," Anna exclaims.

"I love you too, Anna," I reply. I love you didn't really cut it, though. I valued her life over mine any day. I needed her and she needed me, like it's always been. I try to forget cutting her out of my life. That's in the past. I really do love her, though. She's not only my sister (and as corny as this is), she's my best friend too. I'd be lost without her. She saved me from myself.

I feel light. Oddly light.

I grin at Anna, but she arches an eyebrow and leans away from me, her eyes full of surprise. Light. Way too light. I shriek when I realise that I'm floating. No.. Oh, god, no. I'm flying! I'm bloody flying! I claw at the air as I try to regain control of my body, but I don't know how to control gravity. I look up and the roof is getting closer and closer.

A body hits mine and I look around to see Jack holding me. My heart stops in my chest- He's actually grinning.

"I think I'm going to need to train you to control the winds," he says playfully. I twist myself around so that we're face to face. His grin fades and he looks at me seriously. "Try not to out best me, though," he adds on quietly. He lets out an awkward cough, and then brings us back down to the bed. "Don't think about flying."

I frown- easier said than done.

It takes a good ten minutes, but eventually I can stay on the bed without floating into the air like a balloon. I feel absolutely ecstatic.

I look back to the moon. "Thank you, Tsar."

Well... Yikes... I got three results back so far from my exams... T.T Not good, not good at all! D: Buuuuttt... I got a C in Irish- the Oral brought me down the most. I would have gotten an A/B if I didn't have to have a damn conversation in it. :( The other two... Let's just say my dad is gonna absolutely kill me D: I have art back as well, but my teacher won't give it to us until tomorrow which is frightening! D: My drawings were really good for my exam- and the written is only worth 37.5%, so you can pass alone on just drawing! :P but i think i did okay in both! :P

Ah, look.. I'm rambling! xD

OOOhhhhhhhh MMYYY GOOOSSHHHH... 800 reviews? Well, 803 reviews? *sobs* i can't believe it, you guys! You guys are so fudging awesome you all deserve cookies (::) COOKIES FOR EVERYONE AND HUGS TOO! :D *awkward hug* :) No, seriously! Coming on this morning and seeing that I've gotten over 800 reviews is amazing! :') I love you all, seriously! :)

Okay... I hate cliche stories so, I'm not very proud of this chapter- but it was my gut feeling. Like, I could have ended it with just her being dead, but... IT'S JELSA.. THEY'RE MY OTP I NEED THEM TOGETHER... But seriously... I really do hate cliche stories... :3 I feel a plot twist needs to happen sometime soon, otherwise I will burn my laptop :P

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