Invisible Boy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1| Anna❁

9 years since the last time Anna saw Jack.

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Kristoff then turned his back and began to walk away from me. My first love, gone. In one year.

I was eighteen when we had met, during when my sister Elsa had used her icy powers to freeze the entire kingdom. Kristoff and I had ended up dating a while, until about twenty seven seconds ago, when he told me that he and I shouldn't be together anymore, because he couldn't be away from his ice business anymore.

Fine by me.

If he wanted the ice more than me, then so be it. I had my sister. Although she was a lovely family love in my life, and we had finally gotten back together as friends and sisters, I couldn't help but wonder if the right guy was out there for me.

Someone who understood me.
Knew what loneliness felt (excluding my sister)
Was true-love material.

Someone that was just like me.

As I walked from the fountain in the square where we broke up back to the palace, I felt a cold breeze go by. I looked beside me, expecting to see my sister, but I saw nothing. I kept walking. Past the people in the square, over the bridge and through the open gates of the castle. I went to the Great Hall, hoping to find my sister, and I did, but she was too busy working with her advisors and signing papers.

So I went to my room.
And did nothing.
I thought about asking Elsa to do a puzzle; After the great thaw we were just as close as we had been when we were little.

But, she was probably busy with paperwork.

And I realized that things had gone back to the way they were.
I was alone, and Elsa was forced to shut me out. (This time it was because she was queen and had to take care of her duties) but I was still sad about the whole thing.

I sat on my bed thinking about what to do.

Send an angry anonymous letter to Hans?

No.

Draw a picture?

No.

Clean my room?

No- ugh. Yes.

Elsa said that although a princess had maids and servants, she should learn to keep her room and things orderly and tidy. So that meant that I was in charge of all my things in my room.

Maybe I'll sort out my box of things from when I was little. I reach under my bed and pull out a medium sized wooden box. On the front is a small god plate, and engraved on it are small letters that say:

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Anna's box. My box that contained all of the things I had or did when I was little (My mother was extremely sentimental). I opened the box and it's little bronze hinges squeeked. In there I found:

An old yo-yo,

A terrible drawing of mom and dad,

An even terribler self portrait of me,

An old baby dress,

An old pair of shoes,

And a picture. Of a boy that looked EXTREMELY familiar.

And I knew exactly who it was. A boy I hadn't seen in about nine years or so. A boy who I thought only I could see.

Jack Frost.

I gasped when I saw the picture, though it was terribly drawn, I still had a clear image of him in my head. He had stopped coming to me just after the last time I knocked on Elsa's door.

The last time I had hope.

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