Almost as if he was curious of her, his steps slowly came closer, minimizing the distance between the two. Of course, he respected her space by not approaching her to the point of suffocation. His head tilted in a manner of confusion, his hues staring directly at hers. Eyes slanted, he blinked once and then twice. For what had brought her to see him? All these years, he constantly attempted to search for someone to acknowledge his existence and it always failed. And every night, he would stare at the bright moon that threw him in this cursed state, constantly asking the same question.
Why?
But he’ll never reply, as per usual. The result would always concluded with no response as the invisible winter spirit would continue his wandering without his desired answer. And he still hasn’t received the answer he sought for. Instead, he was granted with this woman who could see him without any explanation whatsoever. What had made her special? Perhaps she wasn’t human, and she was a spirit like him— an oblivious spirit. But that would be obscure; she was surely a mere mortal— no doubt of it.
Now that he had a closer view of her, he could see her confusion. It was written all over her face that she was puzzled with something. That Jack existed? The mischievous spirit that flew around and made it snow is real? Foolish, a regular person would state. It wasn’t a shocker to hear the platinum blonde woman to question Jack’s existence, but the immortal boy thought that rather than an inquiry of his existence, he thought that she would flee at an instant. Here he was, following her in a vast field of snow nearby one of the many high mountains Arendelle was known for, claiming that he was a winter spirit. Insane was what he could be described as, but perhaps…
he was somewhat insane.
Years of forced isolation could do so much to someone.
Letting out an exhale that felt like he held in for too long, he cracked a smile; a genuine real smile, unlike his usual cocky one.
「❆」— “Y… yeah! You got it right!
I’m the winter s p i r i t,
Jack Frost…!
— Wait! I can prove it——”
Almost out of his control, the flurry increased and now it was becoming a bit more evident. With that, he let himself to fly around in the air, and even though it was unnecessary, he spiraled around whilst performing his aerial tricks. Once he had landed on the surface, his staff became a root of ice patterns when it became in contact with the snowy ground. His blue pools immediately turned to the woman, awaiting for her reaction.
And then it hit him.
“I’m… sorry. I can explain…?” Yes, explain that he has ice powers and that he totally isn’t a freak. “… I… it’s really nice to meet you, Elsa.”
Honestly, he never thought he would be ever to say that.
She was more than surprised with his answer – considering she had thought it ridiculous at the time, to think such a thing. However, her assumption had actually been correct, but how so? Confusion etched onto her features, her brows knitted as she studied the male’s reaction to her words. I can prove it…that’s what he’d said, right? Before she could ponder on the statement, he’d already lifted himself off the ground and had proceeded to move around in the air -- as the snow increased in size. Elsa’s mouth hung open, as she watched his every movement, hues hungry for more—eager to see what would happen next. “Really? But—I thought you were only a myth.. well, that was what I was told you were.”
Her hands opened and closed, itching to join in on the fun, but she didn’t dare to. What would he think of her? Perhaps nothing. He could, after all, do the same sort of things she had done all of her life--which only made her yearn for more. While she was curious to hear his explanation--though it wasn’t like she needed said explanation, she had a pretty good idea on how he did those things—she found herself becoming increasingly nervous. Elsa said nothing at first; she just stared with interest, longing to show him that she too could do the same. She inched backwards, almost retreating away, when she finally raised a hand, snow appearing from thin air as she shot it out to the side of him.
She pulled back tentatively, her gaze resting on him for a few seconds before she carried on—hands shooting out more snow, as she littered the ground with white snowflakes. Stopping to turn towards the male, she found herself to be quite embarrassed. She hadn’t expected to get overinvested—nor was she normally this frivolous, but somehow, whenever she came into contact with the frosty weather, her body just took over. She gnawed on her bottom lip, obvious discomfort from revealing her real self to a complete stranger—albeit, someone who seemed to be just like her, or at least she hoped. “Sorry about that. I guess I’m the one who actually needs to explain…” Elsa trailed off, not sure how to explain the things she could do. For a winter spirit, his reason seemed to be relatively easier to understand. For Elsa, her ice powers had been given to her by chance. It wasn’t like she had inherited them, though if she was honest, she was quite intrigued into finding where they did originate from—but found the process a little too arduous. Instead, a smile formed on her lips, and she placed a hand out to greet the fellow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jack. Perhaps we can swap stories, as we seem to be able to do… some of the same things. I mean—that’s if you would like to.”
Normally rather eloquent with her words, she wasn’t sure how to interact with the young man at all. As she was curious of the winter spirit, she hoped he would take her up on her offer -- eager to see what else he could possibly do.
