"Mr. Frost"

The Ice Palace and its Queen

Jack awoke in his snowy shelter, slightly dazed, until he recalled the events of the previous night. His shelter was pressed under an unbelievably large amount of snow and ice, so Jack used his abilities to free himself. At the surface he was met with a beautiful view of smooth, sparkling snow, and ice dangling from the trees. The air was cool and still; the quiet, while unexpected, was comforting. Unfortunately the smooth snow meant no foot prints, nothing he could use to track Elsa. 

Accepting the challenge, Jack took to the sky. He flew above nothing more than white until, there, two dots in the snow. He lowered himself to the ground, and was immediately disappointed. The ice harvester was with the red head girl. Elsa was no where to be seen, as far as Jack could tell. He pushed forwards, higher into the sky now. There were miles of trees traveling up and down and along the mountain, nothing but trees, until, THERE, on the side of a mountain peak. 

A glorious castle had been raised up the side of the peak, sparkling in all of its frozen magnificence. The ice shown in cool shades of blue, purple, and pink where the sun hit it. Jack thought to himself, Mysterious castle in the middle of no where made completely of ice; probably the work of his ice queen.  

He lowered himself to the ground at the bottom of the front steps. He walked up them, running his hands slowly over the smooth cool surface of the hand railing. This work was spotless, controlled, and focused. Jack was slightly surprised at the sudden expertise  this showed, maybe it wasn't actually Elsa; She seemed so afraid, and out of sync with her abilities at the coronation festivities. 

At the top of the stairs Jack is greeted by doors large enough to fit a giant through. He carefully pushed open the door (not that it was necessary) and took in the beautiful empty space before him. The base of the palace was a giant snowflake, he walked to the center and looked up. There were stairs circling up to a higher floor, ice floors, everything about this place was stone frozen ice. The craftsmanship it would have taken to build this place was unfathomable, Jack began to doubt this was Elsa's work. And then he was proven wrong, as he basically plowed through her. His eyes grew wide as she passed through him and shivered, he shivered too but not from being cold. The feeling of being like a ghost is one he will never get used to. 

He turned and took her in, the new and improved Elsa two-point-o. Her dress was full length, baby blue dazzling snowflakes, and it complimented the curves of her body well. He couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his lips, she was quite the attractive woman and her face was no exception. 

Her cheek bones were high but her face was soft around the edges, slightly rounded. Her nose was an adorable little button sitting above her thin lips. Her eyes were big, clear, blue, and endless. Her hair was down now, in a snow flake spotted braid, her bangs giving shape to her forehead. He was able to capture all this in a prolonged view as she looked past him, admiring her own work. He recognized that feeling of pride in her eyes, for he had felt it many times before after assisting a child with his or her snowy mischief. 

Now that he had found her and her new living place, he needed to figure out how to make her believe in him. His thoughts were cut short by the most beautiful giggle he had ever heard in his life, Elsa was messing around with the snowflakes that would shoot from her palm, and laughing at the sensation maybe? 

He stood and took her in for a few moments, she was so different in this light. She had more confidence in her new found solitary confinement, she had more control, more focus, more EVERYTHING.  

As the morning, and the day, progressed, Jack started slow with his attempts to make her believe. He started with his powers, making snow rain down from the ceiling,  and drawing ice designs in her walls. He even spelled out his name in intricate snowflake patterns. All of this had no effect on her unfortunately, she always gave the new snow happening a surprised glance followed by a glance at her hands and a shake of her head. (Jacks name really threw her for a loop, but still didn't cause anything to stir her imagination enough to believe in him).  It sucked that she had the same kind of abilities, because she thought all of his tricks and surprises were just moments that she wasn't paying attention to her powers. 

He didn't want to try and persuade her of his presence by touching her or pushing on doors; from experience this just makes people think of supernatural and other worldly activity. He racked his brain as hard as he could to think of a way to make her believe when, from the bottom of the stairs her heard a voice call out, "Elsa?" There's a slight pause and then... "It's me, Anna." 

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Jack flew out and down, to see the red head girl, Anna, standing in the foyer of the palace. He stood in silence, nonexistent, between the two as they conversed. He watches, helplessly as Elsa becomes afraid of her abilities again, backing away from Anna as she came up the stairs. He takes in the other girls appearance and finally begins to see the resemblance, shocked that he hadn't noticed it sooner. Anna keeps advancing towards Elsa, discussing their relationship as they reach the top of the stairs. Elsa stands in the center of the room and snow starts to swirl as her emotions take flight within her. 

Elsa's emotion, fear and pain, become fully visible in the storm she creates  all but making Anna disappear behind white. At the peak of the blizzard, its most intense moment, Elsa cries out and the weather clears. The power all pulled into her, only to burst out in an icy flare of magic around her. Anna goes down, Jack is unaffected. 

Jack watches as the blonde harvester boy and a snowman rush to Anna's side. In a moment of decisive but emotional rage, Elsa produces a very large, very menacing, giant snowman. The giant snowman, who Jack decided to call The Apprentice, carried Anna, the boy, and Olaf outside the castle. Jack rushed to Elsa's side, tears staining her porcelain cheeks. He reached out and held her, and she shuttered away from him, looking up in his direction only to see empty space. 

He let go, and simply sat with her, his heart hurting with the pain of his uselessness.