Chapter 3 Like a guardian Angel

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Poor Elsa. After she ran away, everyone was so scared of her. They called her an evil witch, a monster, a malicious sorceress. But she didn't deserve that sort of treatment.
So I decided to follow her, so even though she can't see me, she'll always have someone there for her.
Like a guardian angel.
She was running away and I don't think she knows where she was going.
Then we got to the North Mountain.
ELSA'S POV
I left it all behind. I can't go back.
'Let it go, Elsa.' my mind told me.
So I started to sing. It's the only thing that calms me down, even though I felt like I was being watched.
'The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like
I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in
Heaven knows I tried
Don't let them in
Don't let them see
Be the good girl you always had to be
Conceal
Don't feel
Don't let them know
Well now they know

Let it go
Let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go
Let it go
Turn away and slam the door

And I don't care
What you're going to say
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway.'
(Etc. Because, let's face it, if you're reading this fic, you know the lyrics to let it go)
I finally let go, and look what I can do! They were wrong about me.
"Wow," a voice said in awe.
I turned to see a man with a blue frosted hoodie, brown pants, ice blue eyes and white hair.
"Wh-who are you?!" I stuttered.
"Wait, you can see me?!" he asked.
"Why wouldn't I be able to see you?" I wondered.
"Because, I'm Jack Frost," he said sheepishly.
"Th-the real Jack Frost? the guardian? You're actually real?!" I questioned.
"Well I don't think you're going crazy," he joked.
He held up his hand for me to shake it, but I didn't.
"Please don't touch me. I might hurt you," I pleaded
"Elsa, you know you can't hurt me," he soothed.
I wanted to believe Jack. I just met him, but something tells me I can trust him. So, I held my shaking hand out, holding my breath.
He gently took it and we shook. At least I hadn't frozen him.
"You don't mind my cold hands?" Jack asked.
"If you had been listening, the cold never bothered me anyway," I sassed.

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