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?”
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.
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.