Ice Cold (A Jelsa Fanfic)

Prologue

Ever since the accident, Elsa had been alone. She never meant to hurt her sister. That was the last thing she ever wanted. She had made a mistake. A mistake that cost her an amazing friendship and ultimately her young life. She'd told her parents she was sorry. It wouldn't happen again. But of course they didn't believe her. Every night she'd lay awake in her room, the guilt driving her deeper and deeper into isolation. Every day she would hear the pleas of her sister, and it killed her. She died a little more inside each day. Did she want to build a snowman? Of course she did. But could she? No.

The moon shone above her as she'd gaze out her window, unable to sleep. 'Why?' She'd ask him. 'What am I supposed to do?' The moon and stars were the only ones who were always there for her. The only thing that would be there to listen to her when no one else would.

One night as she pleaded with the moon and stars, she realized a distant figure flew across her vision. Was it her imagination? No. It couldn't have been. She saw it again, but then it was gone. Snow began to fall. Who was that mysterious figure? The next day she asked her parents. They just shook their heads with pity. "No man can fly," they told her. So the next night she snuck out of her room to search the library for something about this mystery man. She quietly flipped through books upon books, everything they had about winter and moons and mystical flying creatures but to no avail. There was nothing about the flying shadow of a man she'd seen. She started to think it had just been an illusion created by the moonlight. Just a shadow glimpsed from the corner of her eye. But then she found it. Her small hands grasped the book tight as she read. Jack Frost, the spirit of winter. The flying, the moon, the snow. Could it be? She shuffled back into her room and closed her door with a click. Elsa rushed to the window. "Jack Frost?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Jack Frost?" She watched the snow fall. With a flick of her hand she made her own, large snowflake and watched it float through the air. She felt dismay. Suddenly it exploded, sending frost through her room. She gave a small yelp, then buried her head in her arms. She couldn't even control the snowflake. Conceal, don't feel. That's what her parents said. They were right, of course. .

"Hey, how'd you do that?" the voice asked from outside her window. She gave a gasp and lifted her head. Before her, floating in mid air, was a boy with white hair and deep blue eyes.

"Jack Frost?" she whispered. His eyes grew wide.

"You can see me?" he asked with amazement. She timidly nodded. He gave out a laugh of joy and flew into her room. He landed in front of her, and bent down to her size.

"What's your name?"

"Elsa." His smile grew, and it started snowing inside the room. Elsa gaped at him.

"You're... doing this?" He nodded. "I can do that too!" She raised her hands and started to made frost and snowflakes. For a few short seconds the frost swirled and soared with majestic power. But it began to quiver, and suddenly it shot across the room, freezing the walls. She sunk to the floor with despair.

"I can't control it," she sniffed. Jack knelt down to her.

"Hey, it's okay. You have an amazing gift. One day you will learn how to control it. I'll help you." Elsa shook her head.

"I don't want to hurt anyone."

Jack smiled. "It's going to be okay. Lets have a little fun instead. Why don't you show me that again?"

***

Jack stayed with Elsa and watched her grow. Her powers were still strong, but behind the locked doors of her room, Jack was trying everything he could to tame them. For the first time in forever, Elsa had smiled a few times. Often Jack would fly up towards the moon, demanding to know what he was supposed to do. How was he supposed to help her? What else could he do? The moon never answered, of course. Her parents would sometimes ask to whom she was talking to, and Elsa just claimed he was her imaginary friend, Jack. In some ways, she really did believe Jack was kind of like an imaginary friend. She was the only one who could see or hear him.

It was very slow, but still, little by little, she started to improve. Every time Anna would come knocking on her door however, Elsa would still feel the pain of loneliness. She missed her sister. A lot. And it pained Jack to see her that sad. But he knew there was nothing he could do about it as long as her powers were out of control.

One day Elsa's parents came in and told her they were leaving for a little bit. She eyed them skeptically.

"Do you have to go?"

"Don't worry, honey. We'll be back soon." That's what they told her. She nodded, and hugged them both goodbye. As her dad leaned down to hug her, he whispered in her ear, "Try to let go of that imaginary friend of yours. I'm worried about you, Elsa. You're getting older. It's time for you to grow up." She just stared at him. Of course she didn't want to let go of Jack. She thought of him as a sort of guardian for her. He was the only one who had ever been there for her. She gave a meek smile and bid her parents goodbye. Afterwards she rushed back to her room, but Jack wasn't there.

"Jack? Jack Frost?" she called out. No answer. "Jack, this isn't funny. Where are you?" Silence. "Jack please. Don't you leave too!" Nothing but the chill morning air. She waited all day, but he never came. At night she opened her window and watched the moon high in the sky. The atmosphere of her room felt different. The complete and utter loneliness was setting in. A tear slid down her small, soft cheek, and froze as it fell to the ground. Soft snowflakes began to fall from the ceiling. She couldn't stop it from falling.

When she got the news about her parents, the tears began to fall like snow. Died at sea in a terrible storm, they said. She sat in her room, back against the door. Her room was completely frozen over. She'd never felt so alone in her life.