Sing!

Chapter One: Stranger

Where word fail, music speaks

|Hans Christian Anderson|

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Music is not just sound. Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Music is a piece of art that goes in the ears and straight to the heart. Music is a world within itself; it is a language we all understand. The variety of music in the universe is so diverse that there is something for everyone to enjoy. Music doesn't worry about leaving someone out. She has allowed there to be a song, a lyric, a melody for everyone to connect to. The topic of conversation, she can get even the timid involved. She is the tension disappeared from an awkward silence, the fun in a long car journey, the release from society, the saviour to an addiction. She's seen it all before and it won't be long before she helps another person, in need of saving.

One of these people is Jack Frost.

Music is the rhythm of Jack's soul. It flows through his veins and swirls in his head. It makes his fingers drum and his feet tap. Music allowed Jack to dance, and dancing was the thing Jack lived for.

Jack was the definition of a rebel. A rebel who could never be tamed. You couldn't make a rule that Jack wouldn't shatter. You say he couldn't walk on the grass, he'll break out a picnic. Say he can't hop on a train and ride to Chicago, he'll see you at the Navy Pier. Say he can't kiss a girl, and he will do you one better. You see Jack loved rules. They told him what boundaries need breaking next.

Jack was a guy who caused women to stop in their tracks. He was handsome. He had tousled silver hair, which was thick and lustrous, that he had died due to a dare. Eyes a mesmerising deep ocean blue, containing the light of unnamed stars diffused through specks of dust and elements and endlessness. His lips were pale and thin and his nose slender and rounded. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. His appearance was attracting, but his soul was another story. A bad boy he was.

"Elsa, we'll be late to the party!" Elsa's mother, Iduna, exclaimed to her eldest daughter. Iduna stood with her youngest daughter, Anna and her partner Rodger.

The Winter family all stood in the brisk cold. Everything was consumed by shimmering icing, turning the street unrecognisable. Every surface, every blade of grass and twig was growing long ice crystals ten or more millimetres in length. Along with the snow came its close friend, wind. The frigid wind blows into their faces, sending small shivers up their spines. Winter had devoured Brooklyn, that was for sure.

"Sorry, but someone forced me to work all day," Elsa reminded her mother in hopes she would stop pestering her. Yet, that was never going to happen. If it was something her mother could do was pester Elsa. It seemed like her mother mission to aggravate Elsa. Nothing was good enough for her.

The Winter family owned a small Diner around the corner for the Brooklyn Central High school. The Diner was their father's pride and joy, that was...before he died. The diner relied on the school for their money and profit and somehow they always managed to struggle on.

"Oh excuse me, if your father was alive, we could both sit home and watch wheel of fortune," Iduna mused which earned a smile from her younger child, but an eye roll from her oldest.

Elsa was a shy girl. Aways did as she was told, in hope that she may impress her mother. Elsa had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her eyes were the heart of her beauty. A shade of alluring Saffire blue, yet they held a mask of winter silver. Like a winters storm, the fleck of silver danced across the Saffire surface in gentle waves. Hair unique to others that surrounded her. Very light pearl blonde hair that was so smooth it appeared artificially to the eye. Sweeping into natural, bouncy, beachy curls, which every girl envied. Small, thin, rose red lips, that whenever curved into a smile, brightened the entire room. Elsa was all about simplicity, making things easy, helping those around her to relax and be happy with what they have. When she smiled and laughed you couldn't help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside. To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season.

Elsa and Anna walked with one another as their mother and Rodger walked ahead, talking to each other. The two girls stayed silent, as there was nothing to be said between the two.

The air was frozen lace on their skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand. The grey sky was washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches of brilliance. There was a freezing chill in the air that brought crispness to the leaves, bejewelled with frost, that crunched underfoot. The snow danced, white and glistening, erasing the troubles beneath. In the swirling perfect whiteness that gave crystalline kisses, the coolness in the air rejuvenated peoples souls, elevate their spirits and would give them a new reason to step forward with confidence.

"You got the eggnog?" Anna asked suddenly as she turned to her elder sister. Elsa gasped for a second. It was clear Elsa had forgotten.

Cursing under her breath, Elsa took a breath before telling her mother, "mama, I promised Mrs Foxworth I would bring eggnog to the party," all continued to walk at a slow pace as Elsa talked.

"What did you forget?" Her mother sneered in a disapproving manner and stared her daughter down.

"I didn't forget," Elsa retaliated, "go on I'll catch up," Elsa reassured her mother as Elsa glanced over to the small store that they stood by.

"I better go with her," Iduna stated towards Rodger. She didn't even trust Elsa to buy eggnog.

"Go," Elsa exclaimed with a small smile, "I can buy eggnog by myself," Elsa convinced her mother as she pushed them along. Elsa watched as they left.

"You know the smallest thing, Rodger, she can't do the smallest thing," Iduna expressed towards her partner loud enough for Elsa to overhear. It pained Elsa to think that her mother thought of her as a disappointment, but Elsa could never change her mother's view.

Elsa and Iduna had a complicated relationship. Even though they were mother and daughter, the two never seemed to act like it. Iduna was always disappointed with Elsa, even if Elsa tried her heardest. Elsa seemed to never be good enough for her mother. So...over the years Elsa began to lose hope in winning her mother's heart. Nothing seemed to melt her mother's, frozon heart.

With a sigh, Elsa turned to enter the shop to only be grabbed. The stranger grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along with him, whispering "pretend you're with me."

Elsa glanced over at the stranger. He was handsome. He was alluringly handsome, but that didn't stop Elsa from struggling. Handsome or not, Elsa was not one to be pushed around or told what to do by some stranger.

"I'm not with you," Elsa exclaimed as she continued to struggle, but she knew the stranger wouldn't listen. He looked ahead with wide eyes as if something had surprised him. Turning to glance at the stranger's sight of view, observing a police officer wondering down the street. Now Elsa smirked.

Turning, the two came to the shop owner, who was glaring towards the stranger, "wait just a minute there."

While Elsa ripped her hand away from the handsome stranger, the shopkeeper turned to glance at the two of them. Noticing that it was Elsa, caused the shopkeeps eyes to bulge. Elsa was not the sort to be hanging around with rebels.

"You hear that honey, he followed me all the way out here as I forgot to mention I was going to ask you," Jack turned to his leather jacket, and revealed a bottle of wine, "if this was the year you wanted," Jack pretended to examine the label, "but I can clearly see in the light of day that this is not the vintage we discussed at all, is it," Jack glanced over at the police officer, "I'll see you at home dear," Jack stated as he placed the wine bottle in Elsa's hands and walked away from the scene.

"Mr Tibbs, I swear-" Elsa promised as they both turned to watch Jack walk away. Mr Tibbs paid no attention to Elsa, he merely watched the strange young lad stroll down the pathway.

"Elsa, do you know that boy from school?" Mr Tibbs asked, still amazed that Elsa would hang around a bad boy, such as the stranger. Tibbs would have never thought that Elsa would hang around bad boys.

"I've seen him around," Elsa confessed as she took a quick glance towards Jack, "I'm sorry," Elsa place the bottle with Mr Tibbs' hands. Tibbs took the bottle with a smile as he turned, followed by Elsa.

This would be Elsa's first of many encounters to meet Jack Frost.