After defeating the fire giants years and years ago but losing his ice queen, Delani, in the process, Jack Frost is tormented by the memories, especially as the world around him moves on yet he can never grow older. He, along with the other three gu...
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Oh no. It was happening again.
Elsa watched ice crawl up the glass of the cafe in horror, but her date seemed oblivious to the ice crystals creeping over the window in the middle of July. Good, maybe she could do a little damage control before things got out of hand. Again. This was the first date she had been on in months and she was going to ruin it with her ice which was really too bad because Davis, her date, was a cutie, tall with dark hair and stunningly green eyes.
"So what do you like to do for fun?" Davis asked, sipping his ice water with his gaze on hers. That was lucky, he hadn't noticed the growing ice slick on the window yet.
"I really like to ski," she said, leaving out the fact that she could make her own ski slopes. "What about you?" she asked, hoping that she could distract him long enough to dissipate the ice. Which would've been a lot easier if she wasn't so nervous.
"I really like photography," Davis said. "In fact, I'm working with some independent film companies to produce documentaries in Africa."
Elsa nodded, only half listening as she tried to make the ice vanish. It wasn't working. In fact, the ice crystals only managed to grow larger and larger. Oh boy. She was in big trouble.
"What do you think?" Davis asked, swirling his ice around in his glass—ice that wasn't melting in spite of the fact that they were sitting on a covered patio in nearly one hundred degree heat. "Elsa?"
"Sorry," she whispered, watching the ice creeping across the table top. "I think I spaced out for a minute."
Davis smiled and shook his head. "I was just asking you what your major is at UCLA."
"Oh, it's Public Relations," Elsa replied quickly. She had moved to California because it was easier to keep her powers under control in warm climates. Or at least it usually was. "I love California, it's so beautiful."
"And hot," Davis laughed, fanning himself with a napkin. "Or at least it has been this year."
Elsa nodded, trying desperately to reduce the ice on the table which crept toward Davis's hand. It was at that moment that Davis noticed the ice creeping toward him across the table.
"What the...?" Davis gasped as the ice began creeping over his hand. "What the hell is going on here?"
Elsa panicked at that moment, ice spraying across the table and over the sidewalk. Several people gasped as Elsa stood up and began backing away.
"I—I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean... I can't..."
Davis stared at her as though she was crazy and Elsa began to panic. People were muttering to each other, pointing in her direction. She didn't know what else to do, so she started running. Her feet hit the pavement hard as she sprinted away from the restaurant, running toward her dorm room.
"Hey," her roommate Britta asked as Elsa flew past her and slammed the door. She grabbed her suitcase out of the closet and began throwing her belongings inside. Her clothes, her journal, her pictures of her family, everything flew into the case as quickly as possible. She didn't bother folding or organizing, all she needed was to get out of here. She had messed up again, she had lost control of her powers and now she was on the radar again. Now people had seen what she could do.
"Elsa!" Britta called, rattling the doorknob. "How did it go?"
"Not well," Elsa muttered, zipping her suitcase quickly. She would wait until Britta left and then she would make a run for it. A new city, a new identity, a new life.
