I sat in my prison, bars turned to ice surrounding me. I looked down at my chains. Their frozen too. I was so afraid, afraid of this place he calls home. It was so dark I could barley see three feet in front of me. But I could see him. I can always see him and feel his yellow eyes peering into my soul, reading my thoughts, forming new fears. My left leg part of my dress was torn to the knee. Hair was falling out of my braid, and my ice cloak was ripped off. Dirt covered my hands and knee. I was a mess. I wouldn't be surprised if I went back and nobody recognized me. I sighed. But I can't go back. Not now, not ever. I'm prisoner. How will Elsa escape?

"What would you do, if I said I loved you?" Jack asked softly. Elsa looked at him with wide eyes. "If you don't accept my feelings, it's fine, but I'll always be here, with you." Jack turned his back and left.