Melt for me

Chapter Six

                                                   ***Jack***

"THREE!" I shout as a jump over the barrel. I quickly set the plan into action. A large crowd of villagers crowd around Lord disgusting, all whispering things about their Queen. Why is everyone so hard on the Queen anyway? They all whisper and look up fearfully at the castle and their kingdom around them, talking about her like she's some sort of witch. I feel a bit bad for her, what does it feel like to have your own kingdom fear you and want you on the arm of some stuffy prince?   Pfff lame.

"READY TO HAVE SOME FUN?" I say, a little bit loud because if I have to admit to myself I want Elsa to look over. Not that I like her or anything. I mean I did have a little bit of inwardly girlish screaming inside when she said she believed  in me and who wouldn't?  When her big crystal blue eyes looked at me and she said;" Well... yeah I do." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I mean its not everyday that I get someone to see me.  But the thing that stood out the most is when our hands touched. Because I, Jack frost, wielder of snow and ice felt the warmth pulse through me when my hand touched Elsa's. I have never in my immortal life have ever experienced warmth like that.

It was small at first but then it spread through my body and hand like wild fire.  It was amazing... but I mean its not like I have feelings for her... even though she is boyfriend less and is really beautiful.. I shake my head, Jack focus on the plan and stop acting like a complete idiot.

I pick up a bit of snow and blow on to it, making it look dangerously icy. Lord what's his name is looking pretty snobbish. Something about this guy irks me, perhaps its the way Elsa says his name, venom and hatred leaking into her voice or because he looks like a totally ass. Ether way is a good reason for me to chuck this snowball at his disgusting greasy hair and hopefully watch him fall backwards. Oh the joys of being the guardian of fun.

Ready...

Aim...

FIRE!

I throw the snowball at his head, all the villagers look around with wide eyes. Who dare throw a snowball at Lord Jerk face? I dare.  A child starts laughing, causing another, another and yet another to laugh until all the children in the group are laughing.  The adults try and scowl at them but their own lips quiver from laughter being held in. The laugh of a child is a powerful thing. "WHO THREW THAT?" The Lord yells, his face going red. I crack my knuckles. Its show time.

I cast my staff over a pile of snow and suddenly snowballs start throwing, I don't even hold back as I throw them left and right.  No one is safe from my whirling magic snow, adults and children alike are all hit in the face.  When a snowball hits someone on the face, their expression turns from confused to absolute delight.  They start having there own war amongst each other. "Oh looks like someone needs more ammo!" I say happily, flying over a couple of children who are pelting each other with snow.

Lord ass munch is yelling at everyone to stop; "WILL YOU STOP RIGHT NOW! PUT DOWN THAT SNOW!"    I laugh. Doesn't he know that snow and fun can't be controlled?  Fun isn't something that can be taught or given, its inside of you.  A ball of energy  filled with excitement and fun, its my center.

The same child that ran in fear from my snow and ice , is now playing with her Mother and Father. Chucking snowballs at each other and running around. The Father throws the little girl into the air, making her blonde pig tails swing.  The Mother throws back her head and laughs. They all hug each other , laughing together as a family.  My heart aches a little.

I wish I had more memories of my past but it seems the only memoires I have is the ones that my baby teeth can give. Which isn't a lot. Only my little sister is inside of most of my memorises. Whenever I try and picture a different memory, I can only make out shapes and soft mummers of voices but then my brain starts to get fuzzy and my legs start shaking something terrible.