Impaled

        "Elsa."

        She smiles when her name hums into her ears.

        "Elsa."

        "Mhm yeah?" she yawns.

        A soft chuckle resonates in the still room.

        "I thought that we're going to build a snowman?"

        Her eyes suddenly open and blinks. A smile is already on her lips when she sees the boy's smile as well. Twinkling eyes greeted her as she jumps out of her bed and lands on solid ground.

        "Ouch."

        He laughs and she feels a pair of strong arms carrying her back into a standing position. "It's not funny Jack."

        "It is if you saw it."

        Then another fit of laughter burst into the room which echoed through the outside hall.

        "Sshh! Be quiet," Elsa glares at Jack. "Someone might hear you."

        Jack rolls his eyes. "No one can see me Elsa, which means no one can hear me too. I thought I've already said that."

        "Oh," she realizes. "Oh yeah, sorry I forgot."

        "C'mon," Jack urges. "The snowman."

        A giggle escapes her lips as Jack carries her, and both are flying because of Jack's powers that Elsa still admires.

        When Jack puts her down when they are finally in the ball room which to Elsa is the biggest room in the castle, she turns to Jack, blue eyes sparkling in the night. "Jack do it," she insists. "Make some snow. Hurry."

        Jack smiles at her. "You know for a six year old, you're a feisty one."

        "Well I am going to be a queen someday." She takes a step forward and holds both Jack's hands. "Might as well be a feisty one."

        "That I can't wait to see."

        Then a cold wind blew as Elsa welcomes it for the cold is the air she breathes.

        "Ready?" Jack arches an eyebrow.

        Elsa's braid cascades on her shoulder as she nods in anticipation.

        Shards of ice erupted in Jack's hands as Elsa lets go and Jack throws his hands to the open air which is now occupied with falling snowflakes. One by one, snow falls, producing a white sheet of blanket on the once wooden floor.

        Elsa's little footprints swirls around, forming into a circle as she runs around to catch the snowflakes.

        "Want to try it?"

        Then she stops abruptly.

        "Can I?"

        "'Course you can, why can't you?" Jack kneels down so that Elsa is now gazing at Jack.

        "I-I'm afraid," she stutters.

        "Afraid of what?" he asks.

        "That I might break something or destroy something or even worse-"

        "Hey," Jack interrupts and says softly, "Nothing's going to go wrong as long as I'm here with you Elsa."

        "Promise?"