It was dark and I was scared, the moon shone bright through my window. I wonder when the guardian would appear, because for 13 years of me acknowledging my existence and everything around me, he was always in my thoughts.
All I had was isolation, loneliness, and the odd voice of my sister at my door, which has died now. I hope she realises that, of course I wanted to build a snowman, I just didn't want to hurt her.
He could help surely, with my powers being frail and uncontrollable he could help. But surely he was to turn up some day. Surely, I always told myself. Other children had talked of the guardians and a free spirit that was not so guardian. The not so guardian had powers like me, and before Anna was capable of remembering much I would try to tell myself that the real winter spirit had visited in the night and frosted my room, maybe not.
It was trickier as I grew older, I had more to stress over, little stressing that need not matter anymore.
The moon emits a brighter light as I looked to my window, I could see a shadow somehow hovering. I couldn't see well, ice covered every inch of my room. I uncurled my huddle and went closer, the day had come,
He shone in the moonlight, his white hair whispy; his brown shawl draped over his shoulders; frost covering every inch of his clothing; his piercing blue eyes drawing me in.
No Elsa, I told my self, he couldn't pos- who was I kidding, of course he was there. I was naive. I opened my window and he entered at his will.
Jack Frost.
Jack~
Ah, more or less a hundred years had past, lonely. Yeah, I had fun spreading snow and winter joy, it's what I did. But I was never seen, never believed in. Well something, someone kept me here, it was the chore of finding them that was the problem.
After turning up in Burgess, I had gotten to know a few children. I would always go other places to make winter, but here was my residence. I had been looking out for the children of the children's children, if that makes sense, the children I first knew I'd watch grow up have families and eventually have children which I watched. I saw all the first children get older and frail. Until one day they were all gone, it was painfull. Then I saw their children die and now I'm looking after the left ones.
I had never felt so strong in these years, but for the past numerous years I felt a glint of hope, believing, inside of me. It was a dark night, the moon shining as bright as ever. I asked him,
"What am I feeling? Why am I here, w-w-what am I doing? Please some guidance would be nice." As usual he gave no reply, the man in the moon was alway like this; always mute with me. I turned from its gaze and wandered down the lake, freezing it as I went; who cares if it's spring? It would be melted by the morning. I decided to head to Norway.
I arrived near midnight, it was quiet in the little town of Arendelle; I liked to find myself here, it's fun to swing around on the palace. I didn't spread any frost, okay so maybe a few frosted windows no big deal. I flew with the wind to the palace, then I noticed something I'd never noticed before. The moons light made it glisten, ice. On the inside of a window, in rosemail patterns with snowflakes. Ah I think I prefer my leafs. Which means I didn't create that frost, of course Jack it was on the inside. I flew close and I felt moon beam on me from behind. Through the icicles I could make out a girl, woman, teenager? I couldn't quite work her out. She stared right in my direction and opened her window, curiosity took me and I entered her room. I looked at the ice staining everywhere, and then at her staring right back at me,
She was beautiful