[ COACH ] Mick
[ SONG | ARTIST ] Christmas Song | Owl City
[ WATTPAD WORD COUNT ] 960 words
I heard the familiar knock again. "Elsa?"
"I know you're in there," the voice continued. I admired my sister's persistence.
"We only have each other. Just you and me." This line made my eyes well up. Our parents are gone and the least I could do was hug her, but I couldn't.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" That was her last line. It was just a very soft whisper. I could sense the despair in Anna's voice.
I looked around. There were icicles on the ceiling, snow on the floor and snowflakes floating all over. To some, it would have been a beautiful sight. The way light was reflected by the icicles or the shimmering whiteness of the snow, these looked astoundingly magical. But not to me. I dreaded my powers.
My eyes focused on the window on the far left of the room. It was the only window without frost. In an instant, the window glass was covered with fern frost. That was strange. Could I do that? I moved closer. The delicate fern pattern on the window was amazing. Did I do this? I never new I could do such intricate pattern.
A cool breeze blew right through my face. It was really right through face. Literally! I could sense someone's presence. Could it be him?
"Yah, it's me." I almost jump when I heard that voice. He was outside my window. His legs were crossed and he was floating in midair.
"You're ..." I said trying to remember his name. I know him. I know who he is. I just forgot his exact name. Who was this guy again?
I heard him sigh, "This is insulting! The soon-to-be Snow Queen couldn't even recognize me." He grabbed and pulled his spiky white hair in frustration.
"Jack Frost!" I exclaimed! I finally remembered.
"Thank goodness! Finally!" He raised his hands with delight.
"You look rather ... um ... young," I stuttered.
He laughed, "Were you expecting someone older?"
"I wasn't expecting anyone or anything," I shrugged. "Did you do that?"I asked pointing the fern frost. I had to change the topic.
"Are you amazed? That's nothing," he boasted.
"Are you really that arrogant?"
"Not all the time! Come, let's get out of here." He grabbed my hand and tried pulling me out of the window.
"Hey!" What was he trying to do? "I can't fly!"
"I can! Just hold on tight." We flew out of the castle and made our way into the woods. It was cold but it made me feel comfortable. The amazing white snow covering he trees and the whole white snow made my heart beat faster. I've never felt this excited since I was young.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"You need me, Elsa! You have to talk to someone. Plus I've got nothing to do anyway." That was a long answer.
"I'm fine. I don't need anyone to talk to." How could he know that. Was he watching me all the time? Yes, I am bored. I need someone to talk to and to comfort me.
"Oh, come on! Don't be so cold. Well, I know you are cold ... um ... literally. So am I, but you know what I mean. Stop being so icy princess. You're sad. I've been observing you for days." He continued blabbering nonsense. I couldn't really couldn't understand him.
"O-okay! Just tell what we're going to do here," I demanded.
He shrugged, "I don't know. Trudge around. Feel the cold wind. Build a snowman!"
His last statement made me remember Anna. I wish I could build snowmen with her again.
"Hey, don't be sad. Let's have contest. Best snowman. Biggest snowman. Strangest snowman. Any kind of snowman!" he said excitedly.
His childish ways made me loosen a bit. I don't want to admit it, but I enjoyed playing with someone again. It was just us so I was not worried of hurting anyone one with my powers. I let go of everything.
"Hey, you're smiling. That's nice!" he teased.
I raised my brow. "No, I'm not!" But my lips couldn't be controlled. It has been ages since I smiled.
"Hey, I almost forgot! Merry Christmas, Elsa!" he exclaimed. He had this juvenile expression. He looked like a tiny boy waiting for Santa's gift. I wondered what makes people so giddy and excited on Christmas.
"Today's Christmas?" I didn't know that it was today.
"You still look white, Elsa. But I think you're slowly turning green, slowly turning into the Grinch." I don't get his jokes. He was the only one laughing.
"What's with Christmas anyway?" I asked.
"What kind of question is that?"
I shrugged, "I just don't get all the fuss."
"It's His birthday!" he declared
"His?"
"Yah, you know, Him!" he said pointing to the moon.
"Is he real?" I asked. With everthing that happened to me and my family. You can'blame me for being so doubtful.
"He is if you want him to be." His tone was now serious.
"What is if he doesn't exist?"
"What if he does?" he retorted.
"I don't know. I don't know what to believe in."
"Look at me. Some believe in me. Some are doubtful, but when they see frost on their windows, they think of me. That's enough. People believing in what I symbolize is more than enough." His face seemed to look more mature as he talked.
"And what does He symbolize?"
"Hope and faith, Elsa. When you're losing those, just remember this day and what it symbolizes. Let's go back to your sister." he grabbed my hand again and swiftly lifted me. The journey back to the castle was overwhelming.
"I'll see you next winter. Just look for the most intricate fern frost. That's definitely made by me and not you," he said as put me down. He then disappeared into the wind
There was still a hint of sadness in me as I looked around my room but at least now I have more hope and faith ... much more.
