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He was upset, raging at that. A blizzard swirled around him as he clashed against Elsa. He still wasn’t able to comprehend why he was so angry. So bitter against the girl who had merely stopped believing in herself and blocked herself out. Jack knew it had been his fault as well and her words bit into him like icicles.

They should’ve both taken the blame but now emotions waged wars on each other and Jack couldn’t fight the tears that fell. He was meant to be alone for eternity, destined to never know where he came from or who he was. But Elsa had made it easier.

She reminded him what he truly had to do. Have fun.

The striking words made him pause, the blizzard drowning in the sudden onslaught of snow and cracking ice. The palace shook beneath his feet, throwing his balance off as he gripped the railing. "You couldn’t see me!" He shouted back, as though the argument would aid the situation. "I was abandoned and I spent months waiting outside your window for you to just believe!"

Sobs wrecked him at this point. It wasn’t fair to him that he was always alone. People couldn’t believe in him, ever. At least Elsa could reach out to others. People could see her.

”You have people who care about you! Who can see you! I don’t have that Elsa!” His tone was bitter at this point but it was too consumed by sadness to sound angry. He attempted to compose himself, turning away to wipe at his eyes. "This was a mistake."

elsalated

She could feel the temperature in the room drop, if that were at all even possible. Gaze flicking around the room her arms lifted to wrap around her chest. Whether to seek warmth she otherwise didn't need, or to comfort herself as she was so used to, she didn't know. Stepping back, her lips parted in shock that was quickly replaced by sadness.

What was she supposed to do? She had only been a child. And he -- It wasn't her fault. Was it?

No, no it -- it couldn't be. Her eyes narrowed as tears stung them but she refused to cry in front of him. Refused to cry for him. "Then why didn't you make me? I was alone in that room for so long and you could have helped but you didn't!"

It wasn't just her fault.

It was his too.

She stilled as he spoke, sobbed before her and her heart clenched. Her eyes closed as she shook her head and stepped forward, head tilted as she reached out for him. "I care." How could he think he was alone when she was right there? Biting her lip, she pulled back. "Coming here, or seeing me?" Regardless of his answer, she knew it would hurt.

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It may have only been a short time for Elsa, a passing childhood, but it had been centuries for Jack. A repeat of every day, another twenty four hours of silence. Of talking to himself just to pass time, of practicing. He caught her eyes for a moment before falling into that usual route of solitude.

Perhaps she hadn’t remembered at all.

He didn’t expect her to, not when she was a child. How could she remember an imaginary friend? He turned on his heel, back exposed as he peered out over the balcony. He felt unprepared and unsure for a brief moment.

Why was he cursed to bear it all alone?

Palms stuck to the railing as Jack seethed at the hinges, steam escaping in his breath. He tried to swallow down the loneliness creeping up his throat. Or the water that filled his lungs and froze, spiking icicles through his heart as every child who didn’t believe passed through him. Shards of ice branched out of the railing, Jack losing control for a brief moment in anger. He hated when his body sank like this, wind whipping into his hair.

"You had to believe in yourself, Elsa. I know you were a child but you had to believe that you wouldn’t hurt anyone. I could have helped you-" His voice cut off as he crossed over the line, the words leaving before he could suck them back in. He faced her, tears brimming in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have been alone.”

elsalated

Elsa was familiar with losing control, with being unable to keep a hold of her abilities, especially in times of great -- emotion. She knew what Jack was doing, she could see it. The frost, the ice, the wind, the snow -- whirling together because he was emotional. Angry? Upset? Both?

The Queen turned her gaze, unable to look him in the eye because she knew he was right. If she had tried harder, believed more -- she might not have forgotten him. She might not have isolated her sister. Isolated herself.

'... I could have helped you-'

Elsa looked up, her body stilling, stiff and uncomfortable. Ice flooded her body as she stared at him, shaking her head. "You -- could have helped me?" She stepped forward, hands curling in to fists and her castle -- her palace, shaking upon her sudden anger, conflicting emotions of sorrow and sadness raging through her, her hold on her ability slipping. "Then why didn't you?! I waited in that room, that's all I did. Waited! Why didn't you help me?"

She paused, turning away from Jack as she closed her eyes and composed herself. She was just a child, a little girl -- why didn't he help her?

"You weren't the only one left alone Jack." At least he was used to it. Elsa opened her eyes, shock glinting in them as she turned, lips parting slightly. She may not have said it, but she had thought it. "I -- I'm sorry."

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In Arendelle’s fair kingdom, a ruler did appear, born with a secret power so great alone she stayed in fear. Get it together. Control it.

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Time passed so slowly in Jack’s eyes. He had already lived through one lifetime, and seen what age did to people. He knew what his own actions did to others. How his gift was also a dangerous curse that often lead to death and destruction and eternal loneliness.

Jack retreated from her advance, eyes narrowing in shock and fear for a moment. He wasn’t afraid, of course. Not with his power and control. He still ached for the touch of her warm skin, to play as they once did. But time had not been kind to him. It lashed into him and bit at his flesh, ripping away chunks until there was nothing remaining.

His lips tightened, staff held tight between him and the girl. It was a defensive barrier, one he always kept up. He already had enough bruises from others. From being left behind and forgotten.

How could she have left him?

His body froze at her statements, her daring question. Anger boiled in the icy terrain of his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Nails sliced into the wooden staff, another incision amongst the several others. Cracks split into Elsa’s craft, damaging the pristine beauty of her castle.

"Where did I go? I didn’t go anywhere! You forgot about me! You stopped believing!" His voice shred into her, eyes glossing over as he accused her. He couldn’t blame her, not really. But the years had altered his perception of it all.

elsalated

She startled at his anger, the cracks appearing in her ice, her home. Elsa's head tilted as she watched the form, gaze flicking up to meet his -- so angry, so -- hurt. Her lips parted, as if to speak, but she could say nothing.

Had she?

She didn't remember. All she could think of was those days playing amongst snow fall, with a boy who didn't fear her. And then that boy disappeared, so suddenly, as she too disappeared from the castle, from herself.

Had she really forgotten?

Had she really stopped believing?

She didn't need to ask such questions because she already knew the answer. She had been frightened, terrified of what she could do. Her parents had tried, her sister had tried, but she wouldn't listen. Ice was breakable, meltable, it could be controlled -- she couldn't. She had stopped believing in herself, in her abilities and instead tried to push them away.

She hadn't realised that by doing so --

-- she had pushed Jack away as well.

Head shaking, she bristled. This wasn't her fault, it wasn't. She never asked for these powers, she never ask for him to -- to disappear. She didn't know. "What do you want me to say?" She countered, her voice rising to match his. She wouldn't take the blame for what she did as a child, what she was forced to do. "What was I supposed to do? You saw what I did to Anna, I could have killed her! I -- I had to."

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Jack craved those arms that once had grasped him so tightly. He had missed those late nights practicing making snowflakes and the days where he took her flying. It was just the two of them and it was all they needed. Until it had melted into the spring, the relationship turning to dirt and clumped mud.

He gritted his teeth, revealing himself from behind the wall. She could see him now, couldn’t she? He clung to the wool of his cloak, bare feet shooting tendrils of ice across the frozen floor.

Her hair hadn’t changed, the same pure white as it had always been. Her face was much fuller, her body remaining powerful despite it’s small stature. He clung to his staff like a life-line, his movements awkward as blue eyes found the ground.

The cold had never bothered him before but this was a stranger’s cold, beating at him from every side. It surrounded him and his fingers trembled against it, nails clawing at his flesh. He fought the urge to close the gap between them.

His eyes caught hers as he stepped back, a sickening amount of space filling between them.

"As real as I’ll ever be." It was a joke forced from chapped lips and teeth that bit like incisors. It was a joke chiseled in years of loneliness and blizzards.

”Haven’t seen you in a long time.”

elsalated

He hadn't changed much. She knew that she had, since the last time he had seen her, but him? Jack had barely changed at all. It was the eyes -- the eyes she noticed were different. Not it's colour, nor it's shape -- he was older now, just like she was --

-- but he had seen more than she.

Hesitant, cautious, Elsa stepped closer. She missed him terribly, moreso than she had first thought. He had been her only friend for so long, the only one to understand her, and then he was just -- gone. She didn't know if that was of his own doing, or hers, but the Queen was glad -- so very glad and so very happy, to see him again.

She smiled, tentative and soft, nothing like the grins she used to give him as they threw snow at one another, but a smile nonetheless. Her smile faltered as his words, cold as ice and almost bitter, hit her full force. He was upset. He was angry.

And Elsa didn't know why.

She stilled, hands twining together in front of her, needing to do something lest she react impulsively, and hug him when he so clearly didn't want to be touched. Head bowing slightly, as if ashamed though she didn't know why she would be, she nodded. "Too long." Her voice, a soft whisper as her eyes, once lowered to the floor lifted to meet his own.

"Where did you go?" She asked, though what she wanted to question was 'Why did you leave me?'.

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Hello—!

elsalated

Elsa's head tilted curiously, her lips parting in slight surprise as she heard the creature -- fairy? -- speak. "Uhm -- Hello?"

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He had emerged from the ice no less than a hundred years ago and he had spent years upon years perfecting the art of his powers. Forming the perfect web of snowflakes, knowing exactly when to make it snow and just how much. Elsa had knocked that balance down. He knew she hadn’t meant to, she never did.

But she had disrupted him and abandoned him. She had left him in the cold and he wanted to know why. How could she leave him like that?

He encroached upon the castle, feet hitting the ice of the roof. He still bore his colonial clothes, his cloak shielding him from the cold. From himself. Some days he hated it, hated what it reminded him of. Others he clung to it as though it would dissolve.

His fingers trembled as he dropped from the roof, ice branching from his feet as the padded across the balcony. Wisps of familiar blonde filled his vision as he ducked to the side, his heart beat racing as he found safety behind a wall. She had grown so much.

”This was a horrible idea.”

He muttered to himself, teeth gritting against each other as his jaw clenched. In a silent fit of rage, he contemplated escape. Never bothering the queen again and leaving her to her own musings. His breaths came short as he peered around the corner once more, only to find piercing blue eyes.

elsalated

When she was young, just a child with no real understanding of -- well, anything -- Elsa had a friend. He was kind and he helped her, he wasn't afraid of the cold or of her. He was just for Elsa, she didn't have to share him with Anna, or her parents. He was her friend, and hers alone.

But one day, her friend disappeared. Faded from her sight and from her mind, as she tried to force her abilities, her powers, away. She stopped believing in him, and she didn't believe in him again -- until now.

It was gradual, like snow melting on summer soil. She saw his cloak first, than his hair, as white as her own. A representation of the curse -- or was it gift? -- that they both shared. She stepped forward as he disappeared once again, behind the walls of her castle. Head tilting as slowly, she edged closer, she froze.

Bright blue eyes met clear crystal, and she stilled.

So long. It had been -- so, so long since she had last seen him. Back then, when she was small, he looked larger than life. But years had passed and she had grown, and now he looked -- well, he looked like her. Her lips parted with a need to speak, to exclaim his name and throw her arms around his neck, as she had done when she was young.

But she didn't.

Instead, she backed away.

"You're --" What? She stuttered, eyes wide and brow furrowed as she grasped for words to fall from her lips. "-- Jack? You're --"

'-- real?'

"-- here."

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Summer in Arrandelle wasn’t exactly what Jack had expected.

The city was blanketed by snow, icicles shooting out of rooftops and trees cracking under the pressure. The spirits eyes drifted away from the concerned villagers, staff poking into the untouched snow. He only knew of one other person capable of doing this. Elsa.

He hadn’t seen her in years, and last he did, she had been forced to choke down the powers she was given. She was told to conceal her abnormality, to stop believing in her true strengths. Jack disappeared after that, reverted back to nothing more than a passing whisper. A ghost within the snow. Jack lifted himself to the tree tops, eyes scanning the mountains. The castle. It had Elsa written in stone.

Blazing up the mountain, snow halted in his path, not daring to cross him. For once, the spirit of winter was upset.

"Elsa!"

elsalated

She didn't mean to hurt anyone. To scare them, to scare herself. Elsa had spent so long trying to keep herself controlled, to keep her abilities controlled. Anna's pushing had simply been too much. There was a reason the gates remained shut. They should have stayed that way.

Her castle, walls made of ice and air freezing cold -- it felt safe. It felt like home. And she wasn't leaving, for anything or for anyone.

But her name -- She could hear her name.

Wind blowing, snow blurring her vision, Elsa turned. Someone was calling to her, but the only person she knew who would try would be Anna -- and that wasn't Anna's voice. Tilted head in cautious wary, she stepped out in to the open air, cold wind biting at her skin. Something was wrong. Or -- someone?

She shook her head, eyes closing as she tried to think. She knew that voice, she knew it. But where, and who? Something stirred, something she hadn't felt since she was young, since -- that night.

Blue eyes opened as her hand lifted to her parted lips, a soft gasp escaping her as wind blew her hair, whipping over her neck. "... Jack?"