CHAPTER 04: SNOWY CANVAS
Frosted-blue eyes scanned through the area as he darted along the wind’s direction; frantically searching for Arendelle’s just-proclaimed Queen. Which is not an easy thing to do right now: Aside the fact that it is night time, the whole kingdom and nearby areas is filled with heavy hail and snow storms.
Jack Frost was shocked to realize that when he temporarily lost control of his magic, he made the entire landscape be covered in an eternal winter.
He swore under his breath for the nth time. Just when he was confident he had gotten the hang of controlling his powers, things got out of hand — He caused another icy fiasco. And of all days, it had to be on Elsa’s coronation day.
"Nice way to introduce the queen to her citizens," Jack told himself sarcastically.
Maybe he shouldn’t have stayed to guard them. Maybe he should have just left straight away after his first slip-up with his powers. At least there and then it would’ve been clear that Elsa didn’t have any powers, that all of it was his fault. He could have made contact with them, to let them know of his presence. He shouldn’t have continued to play with them … Using his ice magic of all things.
What on earth was I thinking?
"…I did this. The accidents, this winter … This is all my doing—"
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen …”
His thoughts and blaming was cut off when the breeze carried a familiar voice to him. Elsa!
Jack concentrated; praying for the wind to take him to where she was. Sure, he could fly, but he discovered that at the moment he could mostly just propel himself with the wind: Where he would go would depend entirely on where the wind flows.
As if complying to his request, the wind’s direction changed. Jack whispered a quiet thanks and dashed off in full speed.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried…
There she was at the nearby slope, treading through the snow-laid path towards the mountain. Elsa was singing softly; something Jack had seen her do in order for her to arrange her thoughts … Or express herself when no one was around, since she had been taught to keep everything to herself. She rubbed her arms to keep herself warm, and wore a pained expression on her face. Jack knew that this was not from the snow being blowed unto her…
"Elsa!" Jack called out to her, missing a few steps as he clumsily landed with a muffled thud a few feet from her. Her singing stopped abruptly. Did she hear me? He heard Elsa sigh, and began walking again. He shook his head. Nope, didn’t think so.
"Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know…”
It upsets Jack to see her like this. It was never his intention for things to be like this. The siblings had become important to Jack, despite the communication being one-sided. He had been with them throughout their childhood; at first due to guilt of his mistakes. He had sworn to himself that he will take care of them. But later on he did this not just to repent for his error … He had come to genuinely care and love the two.
As he was lost in thought he sensed a warm sensation tickle his hand. Looking at it he saw soft glowing snowdust gently circling it. All I wanted was for Anna and Elsa to always have fun, Jack thought. He found himself focusing his sentiments on the forming magic in his palm. To mend their relationship. To see the smiles on their faces. For Elsa to not live in fear of a “crime” she did not do. To make things right…
…For Elsa to be happy.
A cluster of glittering snowflakes materialized on his palm. He was unsure what it was, exactly… But he knew that it carried his thoughts. His feelings. Jack turned to Elsa, whom was still slowly making her way in the snow.
"Just … Let it all out, Elsa," Jack said softly. He let the enchanted snowflakes float to her. The snowflake managed to make its way in front of Elsa, becoming a powder of snow as it hit her. "If it will make you feel better… Let it all go."
Gradually, a smile tugged on Elsa’s lips. She now lightly hopped on the snow, almost dancing with each step she took. Her mood shifted noticably: She was uplifted and carefree, unfazed by the cold weather. Jack was encouraged by what he saw, and remembered how thrilled she was whenever she drew on the snow and he brought her drawings to life. The joy it was to her, to him. He wished for her to recall those feelings as well.
He gripped his staff tightly, determined. The snow and ice is your friend, Elsa … As I am. I never meant to hurt you. I want you to know this … I want you to remember!
Jack followed her lead as Elsa removed her glove and cloak. She started to sing again from where she left of; her lyrics now filled with positivity. He would create a trail or puff of snow at the direction she points to, or form a snowman and other forms which he believes Elsa would have wanted. He let the snow whirl airily below her feet, to make her feel at ease with it.
Along the way they reached the edge of the mountain slope. Uncertain if she wanted to cross to the other side, he conjured an incomplete snow staircase. He solidified the lowest step when she cautiously placed her foot on it — And transformed the entire flight of stairs into ice instead of snow when she decided to run up it.
"Woah! Are you testing my casting speed?" Jack exclaimed as he hovered at the rails, grinning ear to ear as she continued to run until they reached the other side. He couldn’t help but smile at how she lit up as she danced and sang, at how she moved without hesitation … At how free she was. Her current disposition rubbed onto him: Jack wanted to try something new, and he was confident that he would get it right this time.
"I’ve heard from one of the guests about something called artistic and creative freedom,” said Jack, observing the lady breathe in the cool air whif through the mountaintop. “You’ve always loved drawing and crafting. Let yourself loose! Make this surrounding your canvas — And I’ll be the ink to make it happen!”
Jack rolled his dirty white shirt’s long sleeves up to his elbows. Channeling his energy, he swung his staff and brought it down at the precise moment Elsa stomped on the ground.
A huge snowflake pattern appeared underneath their feet, easily spreading itself on the ground, its diameter growing … Growing, and growing. He saw Elsa gasp in surprise. A few moments later she seemed to take this giant snowflake as a sign that she is free to do what she wants.
”That’s right, your Highness,” whispered Jack. “Let’s see what you got!”
And what happened next was definitely something that was beyond his expectations.
"A power flurries through the air into the ground!”
Jack was caught off-guard as the ground shook. Elsa had created a floor with the giant snowflake earlier and was willing it to lift up. Walls, pillars, hallways, rooms sprouted and took shape, adding height and support to the building, going higher still.
"My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around!"
She made the snowflake pattern glow and let a rush of glistening icicles run up the walls and pillars; etching a multitude of designs and carvings unto it. She waved her hand to seal the top, and waited as a glacier chandelier shot out from the roof and formed itself above.
"And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast!"
"I remember you had these drawings back then… You really loved this idea,"Jack said , in awe at the almost completed castle’s frozen interiors before him. He let out a laugh. "Gotta say, I was expecting you to do a good job, but this is amazi—"
He stopped in midsentence as he turned towards the young queen.
She was walking to the balcony, lustered snow magic circling her. This magical dust changed her clothing; her gown now gleaming a studded cerulean color. It made a long-sleeved mesh on her arms, and then, at her back, sprawled a trail of thin shimmery cloak embellished with varying snowflake designs. Jack watched her as she undid her hair’s bun, brushed away the stray bangs, ran a hand through the existing braid —
The first rays of dawn shone as Elsa finished her transformation with a touch of snowflake accents on her braided hair. The rising dawn’s colors reflected from the balcony to everywhere in the castle’s iced surface: Orange, pink, lavender — Mixing in perfectly with the already present bluish hue. It made Elsa’s radiance even more prominent.
True, the ice castle she created was exceptional, but this — The way she looked this moment puts the castle’s beauty into shame. He knew that she and her sister Anna were pretty kids, but seeing her as she is now …
Elsa was beautiful. Beautiful. And Jack Frost was mersmerized.
”The cold never bothered me, anyway,” Elsa sang the last line to her song. She looked at her hands, her new gown, and the palace she had conjured. Even she looked proud of her handicraft.
Could Elsa have grown on me to something more than a little sister?
Jack felt himself flustered at the thought, and on how intently he was staring at her. He unconsciously cleared his throat and tugged his brown vest in attempt to brush off the growing heat in his cheeks.
"Who’s there?!" said Elsa in an alarmed tone.
Jack quickly shifted his gaze to her, startled at the question. His astonished eyes met her apprehensive ones. He was in disbelief.
Elsa was looking at him.