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Elsa always felt anxious when Jack didn’t show up from time to time. When he didn’t appear, she would always let her mind wander to thoughts of Jack never liking her. And not just like today—when Elsa woke up, Jack had not visited the entire day.

She sat at her desk, her back turned away from the open window, trying to focus her attention on the book in front of her. But that anxious feeling of Jack not showing up again for the third time in a row continued to pick on poor Elsa.

Elsa’s head slowly turned towards the closed door. She looked back towards her book then back to the door. She bit her lower lip as she stood up from her seat and walked over towards the door. She grabbed the handle and pulled the door slightly open. Sticking her head out the door Elsa saw no one in front of the door and heard to footsteps coming up. She opened the door a bit more and slipped out of her room. She quietly walked down the stone steps, each step taken with caution. Elsa had only made it halfway down the flight of stairs until she heard footsteps and voices coming up.

Elsa quickly turned around and ran back up the stairs. She quietly closed the door behind her, her back pressed up against the wall and her breathing uneven. She slid down and sat leaning against her wooden door. Elsa closed her eyes and sighed. She had never felt frightened about someone coming towards her room, but the sound of footsteps and voices frightened her. What if it were her parents or Anna? She wasn’t ready to face them. Not just yet.

A quiet chuckle alerted Elsa. Her eyes snapped open as she watched Jack sit back on the windowsill. “You look frightened, Princess,” Jack said imperturbably, leaning his head against his staff.

Elsa shook her head turning to her side and pressing her ear against the wooden door listening to the sound of footsteps pick up the tray and walk back down the flight of stairs. The footsteps were gone. Elsa sighed. She turned her attention back to Jack, who had not moved from his spot on the windowsill.

“Long time no see, Princess.” Jack waved his hand once. He looked so calm compared to Elsa who felt so happy to see him. She wasn’t alone again. “You look like you were about to leave.” Elsa looked at Jack quizzically. He pointed to the door she was leaning on. “On my way up, I saw you going down but stopped halfway and ran back up. Seems like you want to leave, but you’re afraid.”

Elsa looked at the wooden door. Did she want to leave? Why did Elsa walk down the steps? Elsa didn’t have an answer to her questions.

She turned her attention back to Jack, who was now in front of her kneeling down. She leaned back against the door, feeling a bit startled by how close he was. He motioned towards the open window he had come from. “Let’s go have some fun.”  

Elsa shook her head. “I can’t leave,” she whispered, hoping the person walking down the steps didn’t hear her.

“Sure you can.” Jack stood up and extended his hand towards her. “You don’t have to go down the stairs—you can go out the window—but you have to go outside.” Elsa shook her head. As badly as she wanted to go outside, she couldn’t. She cannot let people see her. She’s hidden herself so well! “Okay,” Jack said. “I guess I’ll just go.” Jack made his way towards the open window and grabbed his wooden staff.

Elsa got to her feet. “Where are you going?” She could feel the panic in her voice as she watched him place one foot on the windowsill.

He looked back at her. “I’m known for having fun, Princess. So are you coming, or not?” Should Elsa go with him? She was afraid that if she didn’t, he would leave again. “Very well,” Jack said again, turning back towards the window.

“I-I’ll go!” she called to him, taking several more steps towards his direction.

Jack stopped again, turning his attention towards her, and smirked. “Which way will you go?” Elsa pointed towards the wooden door. Jack nodded. “I’ll see you at the bottom.” And with that, Jack jumped out the window.

Elsa sighed. Maybe letting him go would have been better.

Elsa walked up to her door and listened. There were no sounds of footsteps or anything for that matter on the other side. She opened the wooden door slowly. Elsa stepped out of her comfort zone and closed the door behind her.

“I can do this,” she whispered to herself.

Slowly, but quietly, Elsa walked down the stone steps. She took each step with caution. When Elsa reached the bottom of the stairs, she peaked around the corner that revealed a long hallway. The hallways were empty and eerily quiet.

“I can do this,” she whispered to herself again, taking one stop out from behind the corner.

The next step came and the other; eventually, Elsa was halfway down the long hallway. She felt scared and excitement course through her body.

What if she got caught?

All she needed to do was get outside the castle walls and into the village. From there, Elsa would find it to be much easier to sneak past all the citizens. If only she were fast and quiet enough to get past all the maids and butlers in this vast castle.

It was then Elsa heard voice from down the hallway. She froze in place, panic rising throughout her body as her body shook with fear. Elsa needed to find an exit fast. She noticed the open window and instantly ran towards it. She could not be seen!

But what Elsa failed to remember, as she threw herself out the window, was that her floor was fifteen feet high. It was too late, though. Elsa was already falling, and she knew that there was not enough snow to break her fall.

Elsa could hear the sound of ice cracking and felt her body hit something softly. She had stopped falling and was now sliding down. She could see ice form under her as she followed its movement downward then up. The ice stopped forming and Elsa flew into the air, falling back towards the ground.

She shut her eyes ready to hit the ground with force. But Elsa didn’t hit the ground. What Elsa felt was a pair of hands under her legs and on her back. She opened her eyes only to meet them to a pair of light blue ones. Those gems belong to Jack.

Jack sighed. “I know I threatened to leave, but I didn’t think you’d miss me that much to jump out a window, Princess.”

Elsa felt her face go hot as she pushed herself off of Jack. “I-it’s not that,” she said, bringing her hands to her chest, looking away. “I-I heard someone coming, and I didn’t want to be seen.” Elsa began to squirm. “I forgot how high off the ground that floor was.” The last sentence was nothing but a whisper.

“Well come on, Princess, the way to not be seen is that way,” Jack said, walking away.

Elsa quickly followed behind.
Rise: Chapter Six
*High fives self*
Well here's chapter six.
I do not own Rise of the Guardian or Frozen.
Till next time~
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Elsa stared at the open window. She didn’t sleep last time because of the weird encounter with the white haired man. Elsa wasn’t even sure if he would actually appear through the window like he claimed—if she wasn’t imagining it like she was telling herself. But they had touched hands—shouldn’t that be a sign that he was real?

Footsteps were heard from the other side of the door. Elsa instantly got to her feet from her bed and quickly walked towards the door. She pressed her ear against the cool surface and listened to the sound of the footsteps. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sounds coming from outside the door. The footsteps had stopped and the sound of the tray was being picked up from the ground. Elsa sighed. It was someone coming up to take the tray away.

“Are you wishing I would come to the door?” a male voiced asked from behind Elsa causing her to jump. She turned around to find the white haired man sitting on her windowsill, his staff between his legs. “Not my style, Princess,” he said nonchalantly.

He was actually back. He really came back. “How did you come in?” she asked.

“The same way I left yesterday,” he told her, a casual tone in his silky voice.

“Am I imagining you?”

He shook his head. “Not imagining but believing.”

“What are you?”

“A Winter Sprit.”

“Who are you?”

“Jack Frost.”

The name sounded familiar. Elsa thought for a while, and then it hit her. When Elsa was younger, she would play outside and hear parents tell their children to come inside, for Jack Frost would come and bring snow, wind, and ice. Jack Frost was actually real? No, that can’t be right.

“What did you mean,” she began, walking towards the edge of her bed, “by believing?”

He lifted his fist in front of him and opened his palm. A single snowflake magically appeared and started to float around her room. Elsa stared at it with complete amazement and alarm. He was exactly like her. “People talk about me, yet they don’t see me.” That one snowflake exploded into hundreds of little ones, snowing down in Elsa’s room. “But children can see me.” Elsa turned her attention back to Jack. “Children who believe in me can see me, although it was quite shocking to see you looking right at me yesterday.” He looked her up and down skeptically. “Why can you see me?” he asked her.

“I don’t know. I just wanted someone like me…” she trailed off. Then it hit her. She wanted to have someone to talk to just like her, and Jack suddenly appeared because of the powers he has. It wasn’t because she believed in him—she didn’t know he was real—but it was because of the one connection they had. But there was one thing Elsa wanted to ask. “Why are you here?”

“I’m on a…mission,” he said, scratching the back of his head. Elsa tilted her head to the side in confusion. Jack, seeing the confused Elsa, continued on, “I’m supposed to help Anna get closer to you.”

“Anna?” Jack knew Anna? Anna needed help?

Jack nodded. “She misses her sister.” Elsa looked away. “Although I think you’re just going through a phase all teenagers go through.” Elsa looked back a Jack with a puzzled look. “Just wanting to be alone and talk to no one—I’ve seen many kids go through it.”

“Oh.” Elsa wishes it were just that, but because of what she posses, and what she did to Anna, she doesn’t want to be anywhere near Anna or anyone.

“Well”—Jack got to his feet and stood on the windowsill—“seems like it’s time for me to go. You should get some rest. You look dead.” Jack saluted Elsa and jumped out the window.

Elsa felt numb. Was Anna really lonely? Elsa hugged herself and shook her head. “Control yourself, Elsa” she whispered. “Anna won’t be lonely once you control this power.”

That was all Elsa needed to do. All she had to do was control her powers and Elsa can be with her family once again—build snowmen and play with the snow.

Elsa looked out the window and hadn’t realized what happened to the sun, but it was already night time.

Elsa walked towards her door and opened it. Maybe if she walked down to the ground floor she could see Anna walking around or anyone for that matter. All Elsa wanted to do was apologize for being…everything. Elsa started down the steps. Each step felt like forever, but it was her slow pace that was taking so long. Her body did not want to fully reach the last step, but her mind was contemplating the decisions she was going to make.

Elsa didn’t know what she wanted.

Elsa never knew what she truly wanted.

She sat down on a step, realizing that she only made it a quarter ways from her own room. She hugged herself as she rested her head against the cold stone wall. Elsa started to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Elsa laughed. “I met Jack Frost.” She closed her eyes. “I really am going insane.”

Elsa fell asleep on the cold steps outside her lonely room.
Rise: Chapter Five
It's been a while, has it not?
I have a better computer which means I'll be writing and posting a lot more. Woo.
I do not own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen.
Till next time~
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It's been...a while since I last posted anything. I'm still unsure if I'm coming back next month or if I'm not coming back for a while, but either way, I miss writing. Still not sure, but I guess we'll see when January comes rolling in.

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