Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

A Frozen Boy (Part 1)

“Mother?”

A little girl peaked around the corner of large dining hall, her big green eyes watching the grownups talk. Her mother and father were best of friends with the queen of Burgess, a small country along the Atlantic Ocean. Her mother told her that both families had been fond of the other for generations but when war broke out when her mother was just a child, it was the princess of Burgess that befriended her. Since then their families had been inseparable and lived in harmony with the neighboring country of Corona. They had only grown closer when the King of Burgess had died years ago to sickness. Yet they kept tradition, always visiting for balls and holidays with summer time on the beaches of Burgess.  

Both sets of parents looked to the little girl, she thought they might have been speaking of the Christmas celebration that was to be coming soon. Yet each held a very sorrowful look, much like when someone brought up Ms. Overland’s husband. The young girl of seven looked the queen then back to her parents.

“May I play outside?” she asked. She was already bundled up in her pink coat and boots. Her stockings were thick under her dress, her small hands gloved and ready with a knit cap on her head to keep her ears warm in the winter. Her blonde hair was pulled into two big tails, her cute button nose decorated with freckles.

The elders looked at each other while Ms. Overland looked away with a heartbroken expression.

“Yes, sweetie, just be careful. Stay on the grounds.” Her mother said softly.  

Rapunzel grinned and nodded before taking off around the corner towards the bed chambers. She knew he was here. She was beginning to doubt herself, thinking they had sent him to relatives or lessons like her parents did, but she had seen him! Just before lunch a day after they arrived, he had been walking into his room. He was acting strange though. He didn’t wave at her and just closed the door. He didn’t even say hello yet.

She bounded up the stairs and toward the large door she knew was his. She grinned and knocked on the hard wood.

“Jack?” she called, “It’s snowing outside!”

Her brow furrowed when she got no response. She tried the door but it was locked.

“Do you want to build a snowman?” she asked excitedly. “Can we go out and play?”

There was no excited answer, no throwing open of the door to reveal the nine year old ready to take on the world with her. They used to best friends. They would always go and play in the snow and in the town. Jack always loved winter time, he was best at snowball fights and none of the other kids stood a chance against them. Even if she was smaller than everyone else. The blonde’s lips pursed, falling to her knees to look under the heavy door. All she could see was darkness and she sighed in defeat.

“I mean, we don’t have to build a snowman.” She said, standing and leaning her ear against the door. Maybe he was mumbling, “We could go sledding or-or-have snow ball fight! Or skate on the lake or make snow angels or—”

“Go away Rapunzel!” a voice called from inside the room. The young girl flinched, her smile fell. She backed away from the door, her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip quivered.

“But Jack…” she said softly. With a sigh of defeat she turned and walked back toward the staircase, “Bye.”

*

“I can’t touch anything.” The small boy said, his snow white hair in a mess of this way and that. His blue eyes watched as his mother walked to the window, touching the window seal with soft delicate fingers. The ice that formed around the base and up the glass almost burned with its coldness. Her brown eyes looked out the window and saw Rapunzel rolling large balls of snow together, playing with the servants in order to stay on the castle grounds as instructed.