Dear Jack Frost,

I loved you, didn't I?

Dear Jack Frost,

I highly doubt that you're going to read all of this, but I still hope you do.

Where do I start this off? I don't know. There's so much I want to say that I would likely struggle to fit in such a short piece of paper. Better yet, I should pour my thoughts before I make a thousand drafts.

I wrote this letter just to thank you for everything that you've done. I started writing this before we got married.

So. You've always called me Snowflake. I have no idea where you coined the name, but I like hearing it from you. I used to question it, but in fact, it was the start of our bond, our relationship, and basically, our journey together. Soon, I realized that it wasn't just a nickname. It was even the reason why we met.

I spent years in isolation, locked in the belief that all else is impossible for me. I thought I would never meet someone who could understand the pain, the happiness, the fun—but you proved me wrong.

Anna thought I'd be alone for the rest of my life, and I did too. I assumed that there was no point in getting my "happy ending", as Anna called it, but you came along. I could recall when you stopped by during the night, your presence bugging every inch of my being for a while. I still have the flower you gave to me when we met. Its icy petals still bloom, and it became a symbol of our happiness together.

The next day, as far as I can recall, we walked around the castle and spent time telling our tales. It started with you coming through a window with a smile on your face, and I didn't know it would've changed my life forever. I complained at first, I think, but I guess you're my greatest intruder after all. Why were you in the library again?

Oh, no, what have I written? I must go on.

When you met my family, it was the best sight to see. Meeting Anna was a teasing spree, Olaf apparently loved hugging you, and the four spirits tried to kill you, one by one.

We explored the forest and met everyone. We slept beneath trees and kissed under the moonlight. Your staff got lost once in a while, we tried to recall our pasts, we did our jobs and tried to make things right. We built our small icy cabin and indulged in the taste of berries, our clothes ending up soaked by the soil. Fun times.

And someday became one of the best moments of my entire life—the day of our wedding. Endless fretting from Anna accompanied by your excitement and the cheers of everyone around us. Walking down the aisle and sighting you wear the finest suit in Arendelle; at that point, I didn't know what to say. You were… breathtaking. Then all else was followed by the happy chatting of the Northuldra, with you by my side.

I wish our frosted memoirs could be kept forever. I love you, and I want you to remember that.

But...

We'll never know when we'll be caught in a tragedy, falling and fading like the snowflakes at every breath of winter. The future will remain unknown, and who knows when we'd have to part ways and forget about each other. In a world where magic is deemed out of the ordinary, we were never safe from the risks that our powers can lead us to.

Anything can happen, and there's always a possibility that you'll forget about me. I know you might, you know I could. Despite everything we do, the sands of time might push our souls away.

Who knows when I'll be shaken with the voice of what lies ahead, tripping in my own steps forevermore. By the near future, when the only decision we can make is to do the next right thing, when the future appears blurry, when the world starts to rumble and separation leads us to oblivion, when we're safe and sound yet we're distant from each other, and when you've finally come to read this again... I just want to ask you one question.

Jack Frost, do you remember me?

But no matter how things go, I just want you to be who you are and continue living like the Jack I've always known. Bring the fun out in everyone, and continue spreading your snow days all around the world. I love you, and I can promise you that. We can still make tons of new iced beginnings just in case we fall apart.

And someday, if you still know who I am, all I ask for is your presence. Let's continue meeting at Ahtohallan - where the north wind meets the sea, in a river full of memory. We'll never know what the future holds, but Olaf once told me:

Water has memory.

Jack, I still remember everything we've done together, hopefully. I'm writing this letter just to make one thing clear: I love you so much and I'd never wish to forget you.

Yours truly,

Elsa

Jack snapped back at the world around him, noticing North watching him closely.

"You dropped the letter one day," North started, "and one of the yetis brought it to me. I ignored it until you became a guardian. I did not know when to return it to you, to be honest."

He had always been alone. That had been the reality he convinced himself to believe, and yet this day had proved him wrong. Someone loved him long ago. No, someone knew of his existence when, back then, he thought that people would simply brush him off as a ghost wandering in the streets, invisible to everyone's eyes.

The room stayed quiet, and neither of them knew what else to say.

There's... Elsa.

She was his Snowflake—his happiness, his beloved, his companion, his wife... she was his everything. And all this time, he had been clueless about her, the person who could make him feel complete.

Did she die? Was that the reason why he prayed for the memories to leave? Did they face dangers that doomed them to separation and oblivion, like what she had written? Or did she know exactly what would happen and never told him, their fates bound like he had been meant to leave? Did it end with his raging anger, or did they endure suffering while hand in hand? He couldn't remember, and it pained him.

Jack remained silent as North walked towards the door and quietly left. So many questions rang in his mind, his grip on his staff tightening. Not of anger, not of fear, but mostly of sadness, like he missed a part of him. Even though he hadn't been certain of whoever Elsa was, he felt like she meant so much despite his cluelessness.

He hated being oblivious. He hated it so much. First, he knew about the tale of him and his sister, and now this.

"Where the north wind meets the sea..." he heard himself mumble, carefully rereading Elsa's words. His eyes blinked wearily as he let out a cold breath. "In a river full of memo—"

Small icy fractals summoned right next to him as the wind picked him up, causing him to fly without his control. He wobbled mid-air, dropping the letter in order to catch his staff. Almost as if in a rush, now caught in a whirlpool of emotions, Jack allowed the air around him to guide him even to an unknown destination.

Every inch of me is trembling

But not from the cold

Jack flinched in surprise and felt his body shiver. He looked around and… still found himself smiling weakly.

He didn't know why, but he could've sworn he heard her voice whispering, asking him to come back. With the wind sweeping him off his feet, and with no other choice to make, he felt himself relax as he headed into the unknown. He honestly felt shaken, his mind completely gone blank.

He couldn't recall anything, and yet he missed her. After so many years of unwanted loneliness, he always thought that spirits like him were meant to be alone.

But what if he fell for a hoax? What if Elsa didn't exist at all and someone else wrote the letter?

It didn't matter anymore. He didn't drag himself into this situation, and he never chose to fly anonymously in a place he couldn't even describe. He trusted the wind ever since the Moon told him of his existence, so thinking twice didn't seem like an option. He followed his guts and hoped for the better.

Something is familiar

Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold

He wanted to question his decisions, but Elsa seemed way too familiar to be ignored. He felt nostalgic, and yet he couldn't remember exactly how she looked. Probably pretty, for sure.

His mind searched for memories, begging to the heavens to give him even just one glimpse of his past. This was unlike the moments he saw back when he placed his hands over a box of teeth. He surely didn't meet Elsa back when he hadn't been a spirit, as her letter read. She knew him as Jack Frost.

I can sense you there

Like a friend I've always known

Now met with the sounds of the shore, he did not fret. The large tidal waves rippled as the wind slowly led him on and brought him to a lone island in the middle of the boundless sea. After 300 years, he felt caught up in a dream state—much different than the wonders of Sandy's magic.

I'm arriving, and it feels like I am home

And then he felt himself move, his hands caught free from the invisible chains of the air. Finally gaining control of the wind, he flew upright and headed to… she called this Ahtohallan, didn't she?

He went on. Upon sighting the snowy glaciers and the frozen river it surrounded, he formed an icy flower, closely resembling the one he had given her when they met for the first time. He shrugged, ignoring the questions from the back of his mind, his doubts muted away.

"Hey, Gale... take me home."

Show yourself...

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