Tempest-A Jack Frost and Elsa Fanfiction

Elsa-Chapter 6

Okay, so apparently the tool also had ice powers. He had called himself the Ice King, whatever that meant. He had frosted her whole apartment too. Really?

Slowly but surely, she began defrosting her stuff, noticing that he had left the pictures of her family and her snow globes alone. That was nice of him at least. She couldn't figure out if this guy was serious or not about being the Ice King or whatever it was, but he did have a point, she needed someone to help her harness her powers. Lately, they had been getting more and more out of control. She thought of the incident in California and shivered. One of these days, she might actually hurt someone.

Sighing as she finally got rid of the last of the ice in her apartment, Elsa sat down in the middle of the floor, staring at the blank space around her. Mostly blank walls, blank floors, blank ceiling. That was how her life felt, she didn't have anything—no job, no friends, and no family. Standing up, she decided she'd had enough. She wanted to go do something fun. It didn't really matter what, just something to help take her mind off this horrible blank loneliness.

Grabbing her keys, she ran outside, taking one of the snorting, stinky buses to a stop near the park. She had remembered seeing a pond here on her first day. It was almost one in the morning, no one would ever see...

Climbing off the bus when it screeched to a stop, she practically ran down the hill to where the pond was partially concealed in a clump of low hanging willows. Stepping gingerly onto its surface, ice immediately blossomed under her foot and she began to skate in slow, even circles around and around.

Pausing, she took out her iPod and turned it to Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. The song always made her feel better when she'd had a bad day, and this had certainly been one. She began looping and spinning in time to the music, skating backward, allowing herself to be free for just a few minutes while she listened to the song.

As the song progressed, she felt relaxed and allowed a small smile to form on her lips. She turned elegantly, her body in tune with the beat of the music. Letting go of everything that was weighing her down, she spun faster and faster, sliding across the ice with giddy excitement.

When she paused for breath at the end of the song, applause rang out behind her. She whirled around to find the guy from before sitting in one of the willow trees, watching her intently.

"Very nice," he commented. "You skate like a pro."

She rolled her eyes. "Why are you following me?"

"Because you're entertaining," he chuckled, his intense brown eyes staring into hers. "And I'm bored."

Elsa eyed him warily. Something about him made her nervous but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Stay away from me," she snarled, ice crystals forming between her fingers. "I'll hurt you if I have to."

He jumped down from the tree with a smirk. "Honestly, princess? I would love to see you try."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, backing up a step as he approached. When his foot touched the pond, she froze it to the surface. Or she tried to. What actually happened was that she froze his entire lower body.

"It means that you're untrained, undisciplined, and frankly, a little volatile," he chuckled, unfreezing himself easily.

Sharp shards of ice shot from her fingers at his words as though to prove his point.

"I was serious," he said, his eyes earnest. "I can help you. You have a lot of power, you just need help harnessing it."

Elsa wavered for a moment. If she was honest with herself, she feared her own power. She didn't want to lose control and hurt someone—there had been too many narrow misses already. Still, experience had taught her to be wary of people, and her desire for help harnessing her power warred with her mistrust of this guy.

But there again, she had never met anyone with powers like hers. No one had ever been able to show her what to do with them before. In spite of herself, she found that the chance for help, for guidance, was almost irresistible.

"I don't know," she hesitated, running a hand through her long blonde hair in frustration. "I don't know anything about you."

"Sure you do," he shrugged. "Jack Frost, Old Man Winter, any of these ring a bell in that pretty little head of yours?"

Elsa let out a little snort of laughter. "You're kidding me, right? You must be—"

"About three hundred years old, yeah," Jack chuckled. "I know I don't look like it, but I'm just a crusty old man at heart."

In spite of herself, Elsa felt the corners of her mouth quirk up. A little rush of snow shot out of her hands without her meaning it to, striking him squarely in the chest.

"Okay, fine," Elsa laughed as Jack scraped the snow off his shirt. "Maybe I do need a little help."

"Well alright then, Princess," he teased. She had no idea why he'd chosen that particular nickname, but she kind of liked it. "I think I might be just the guy to teach you."