Runaway

Chapter 1

It's been eight years since I was separated from Anna, and now I'm sixteen. My parents still keep me in my room away from any human interaction other than them. My father gave me satin gloves to "help" conceal my powers. He tells me to "Conceal, Don't Feel". It doesn't help. At all.

When I was twelve I stopped touching my parents, because I was afraid I'd hurt them. I still am.

I'm not allowed to use my powers anymore, either. Father doesn't want anyone to know about my powers. Especially since I'm going to be Queen one day. Mother tries to help, but it's clear that she's more focused on keeping Anna safe. I want to keep her safe, too, but it's times like that that makes me think that they don't love me.

I'm getting into bed to go to sleep, when there's a tapping noise on my window. I get out of bed to open my window. As soon as I do, a familiar spirit flies in.

I close the window, and turn around to give him a hug. He returns the hug, and kisses the top of my head.

"Hey, Snowflake," Jack says as I let him go.

"I thought you weren't coming over tonight," I say, sitting down cross legged on my bed, while he joins me.

"Sorry, I lost track of time," he replies, caressing my cheek. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," I smile, leaning into his touch.

Jack Frost, my boyfriend of a year, is the Guardian of Fun or the Spirit of Fun, and the only person in the whole world, who can touch me, because I'm not scared of accidentally hurting him since he can control ice and snow, too. I remember the first time I met him back when I was twelve. It was soon after I stopped letting my parents touch me.

-Flashback-

Twelve-year-old me was sitting in the corner, sobbing my heart out as my powers kept freezing the floor around me, when my window blew open.

A boy with white hair, striking blue eyes, and pale skin had flown in. He had a tall stature, albeit slim. He was wearing a blue hoodie, frost collecting around the ring of the collar, and brown trousers bound with lighter material starting from the knee down to the rather tattered and frayed bottom, and he was barefoot. He carried a staff with a G-shaped arch, resembling a shepherd's crook in his right hand.

"Who are you?" I had asked cautiously.

He looked taken aback. "You can see me?"

"Why wouldn't I be able to?" I asked.

"No one can see me unless they believe in me," he shrugged. "No one's be able to see me in two hundred and ninety-six years. But you can?"

"Well, I'm talking to you aren't I?" I smiled for the first time in a long time.

"I guess so," he replied, but then he noticed the tear stains on my cheeks. "Hey, what's wrong?"

I don't know why, but I told him everything. From my powers, to what happened with Anna, to the trolls. I told him how I felt alone, how I was afraid of hurting someone.

He tried to touch me, but I just backed away from him.

"No!" I object. "Stop! Don't touch me. I'm a monster."

"No, you're not," he assures me as I continue to sob.

Then he used his staff to move a part of my frost. He made it look like a snowman walking around the room.

"You have the curse, too?" I asked, drying my tears with my sleeve.

"What do you mean 'curse'?" He had said, taken aback.

"You know, the whole controlling ice thing," I had answered. "Or at least that's what my father calls it."

"It's not a curse," Jack assured me, though I could tell he was fuming at what Father called it. "See?"

He made a rabbit that turned into a kangaroo with the frost.

"How did you control it?" I asked, mesmerised.

"Practice. Like I said, I've been doing this for two hundred and ninety-six years." he replied. "What's your name?"

"Elsa," I mumbled.

"Well, Elsa, I'm Jack Frost," he said, creating a snowball in midair. "Here, catch!"

He threw the snowball at me, and I put my arms up in front of me as a reflex. When I opened my eyes, I realised that I had reflected the snowball back at him, unexpectedly hitting him in the face. I laughed. Actually laughed, for the first time in ages. That night, we had gotten into a big snowball fight.

After that, he would come over almost every night.

-Flashback Ends-

Jack and I are sitting in comfortable silence, his arm around me, my head on his shoulder.

"Hey, Jack," I say, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I want to leave," I reply.

"What?" Jack looks at me in surprise.

"I want to leave," I repeat. "As in run away. I'm just sick of being trapped here, and I feel like my parents hate me. I'm afraid of hurting them, too."

"They don't hate you, snowflake," Jack assures me.

"Yes they do!" I insist. "The entire time I've been here, I haven't once heard them say they love me, while I hear them tell Anna all the time. I can't keep pretending that I don't feel things. This whole 'Conceal, Don't Feel' thing doesn't work, and they don't even realise!"

"But you're the heir," he protests, trying to get me to change my mind. "Who's going to be queen if you leave?"

"Anna," I reply. "She's smart, she cares about the people, and she doesn't have powers, so there's no reason for people to fear her, or go after her."

Jack sighs. "Well, if that's what you really want, I'll help you, but where are you going to go?"

"The North Mountain," I reply. "They'll never think to look there."

"Alright," he relents. "I'll come by tomorrow night, and help you leave without being noticed. Pack what you need, and bring provisions." He pulls me into a hug before he leaves. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I reply, returning the embrace.

He lets me go, and gives me a peck on the lips, before jumping out the window, and flying off.

A/N: Here's your chapter. Enjoy. Please comment. It makes my day. Stay safe.