Assigned Stories

Frosty Eyes

(No paragraph spacing, sorry. No sanity to do so right now...)

White hair was splayed over the pillow. Curls looping over the paling complexion of the woman who slept soundly. Her eyelids revealing the spidery veins beneath the skin. Youthful, once smooth and flawless, but now helplessly withering as the seconds cruelly ticked by without the gracious nature to stop. Halt time, reduce her suffering.Even in sleep she was beautiful to him. The curvature of her pinked cheekbone beneath the artificial lamp in the curtained room, and the even breathing rhythmic to his ears and showing signs she stayed alive and well, waiting to be woken. Her bed was closed off to the door, but not the window. The weather outside was anything but frightful. The white wonderland both had come to know was actively swirling about them just outside the concrete walls, but the woman laying limp in the hospital bed was far lovelier than puffs of falling frozen ice.For years he had been surrounded by it. The sanctity of his thoughts, and spacious room for his feelings to be outwardly displayed, hidden behind the thick sheets of hail, ice, and snowflakes. For the longest time he had thought that was all he needed. After the near loss of his baby sister close to falling through the icy covering of a lake, he found peace in resting on the tree where he last saw her. Overlooking the frozen water from the side, and if not for his accident nothing would have been disturbed. Doomed to be the guardian he was by the intentions of a whole other being, his story ceased to be concluded. Even when clad in merely a tee and jeans in the midst of a harsh snow storm.Against the back wall rested his staff, and next to it, the crown of the queen lay resting in the bed. His frosty cobalt blue eyes trailed up and down the sleeping form, and a glistening coat of water made the blue iris's become more pronounced. Salt water gathered as pressure built behind his eyes to keep them from falling. His cheeks became red and soon wet with the tears he'd tried for so long to keep back. Under the conditions he was recently informed the queen was suffering from, and the sight of her limped body splayed haphazard under the thin white sheets it had become too hard to conceal, and not feel. Despite the outbreak of the waterworks, his mouth did not move nor did his expression alter in the least. He bent his arms, and rested them, crossed, on the side of the bed. Setting his chin down on his forearms and creating a headrest while getting a decent view of her. The royal beauty he'd known since birth. The rich princess he'd come to know as a person once she came out of hiding in that dreadfully judgmental town she was put in the power to lead. The castle fit for a true queen still rested, abandoned and forgotten in the hills of trees and snow topped mountains out in the Himalayas. He was mournful of what he was so soon to loose, so close to letting go. It wasn't enough that she was breathing enough to sustain her life for now. It wasn't enough she was still here, weak but only a small shake away from awakening. And as the storm raged outside, worsening as the minutes flew by, all his eyes clung to was... her.Queen Elsa.Her braid undone, but hair wavy and in ringlets of silk. Lashes long and fluttering every so often in sleep. His heart leaped at every small motion she made. It wasn't enough... It will never be enough. "Elsa." He placed his warmed yet chilled hand on her arm and gave it a small little shake. She trembled for a beat and her eyebrows tilted up as if saddened by the act before letting out and puff of air from her parted lips and a tear fall effortlessly from her eye. Her body rested then, only this time her breathing slowed considerably.The figure beside her rose, shadow shielding his eyes and the emotions he'd been so famous for concealing. They trailed now, to the window blown open from the vicious wind and shattered from the intense hail. Snowflakes where filtering in as well, and as the man's eyes clung to one in particular that had landed on her chest, it melted upon contact but creating a small illumination under the skin from where it touched her. Gazing in amazement as her skin became whiter, creamier as it had been before. Softening considerably and somehow her breathing returned steady and the heart monitor keeping an eye on her heartbeat was regularly beeping.The hot tears once grazing his face stopped and he froze for an instant before taking her hand and giving it a kiss. Bent at the waist like a true prince would address a queen. She survived nearly dying from Hans, as well as harsh snow conditions for her people that gave her sanity a good hit and made it crumble. Now he had somehow managed to make her healthy again and the joy it brought in doing so expanded the chances of him coming to see her again after that day. Only this time, give her a sneak peak of her guardian angel.

JACK FROST: P.O.V.

I stare at the scene unfolding below. I had watched from beginning to end like the plot of a movie and now I believe it has reached the climax. Elsa is fighting. Hard. Red is flaring on all sides of her on the top floor of her castle. The dome is see through yet the heat of her anger and fright in her betrayal is giving her a taste of her own medicine. Interesting.How she moved was with elegance, even with her haphazard hair and mental stability. Two men flank her sides, one with a crossbow the other with a sword in hand. Even from afar I can hear her pleas of freedom and to be left alone as her wishes were since the beginning. They apparently didn't seem to hear or care about begging or pleading and no mercy twinkled in their eyes. Else began to grow desperate, and her magic on the walls alternated from cobalt blue to a fiery crimson. The air is chill yet the essence of her magic is powerful enough, that I can feel it rattle my teeth with each thumb or blast of use. Eventually, in a flourish she manages to pin one against the wall with a shit ton of spikes while the other suffers the fate of falling off the balcony due to a solid ice wave acting as a giant forceful hand. It astounds me. My blue eyes of chilled steel fixated on her sparkly figure, amazed at how effortless it seemed to be moving around in a fitted ice dress. Beside the point, of course. She amazed me in general. Nothing new to see her demonstration of power seeing as how I've taken a peek many times of that frozen bedroom she shut herself in for years on end.However, it sets me on edge when she begins to weaken and grow distracted at the words of the man who had brought the guards. In my shoes, I would have socked him and asked him to kindly shove off, however I'm not that much of a people person. Seconds of silence and nothing with icy wind coursing from her hand before she starts panicking and my heart nearly stopped at the drop of the chandelier. It was lights out for the queen and the red and blue walls flare in a white gold before diminishing back to see through ice. The moon has risen which is my queue to go. It seemed her magic's strength was determined upon the state of her mentality. She panicked, it turned on her. And a few days later, I came back to witness the storm Elsa conjured, though it was by pure accident and merely a hurdle to jump in her race to find Anna. I begin to see a pattern here...I can't control my anger either, and it seemed the queen had to bear that heartache as well. Empathy was coming off me in waves. I began to understand just how much it takes to succumb to an unnatural power. You need control, you need that mental sanity held tightly in your palm. You need something that will ensure you don't muck up what you were given. As a guardian, and unknown force chose me for reasons I have yet to find out. But lesson learned. If you keep feelings tucked away, hidden behind massive trees and big castles or even just the walls built up in your mind... You aren't able to see the effect it has on the people around you, what it might do. How those feelings might potentially be discovered. And in Elsa's case, it could take the life of a loved one. If you love your power, or your job, or the person you trust the most... what's there to hide? If you've found a reason, it's not sincere. The fact of the matter is you can't hide anything from fate.