Chapter 6
Jack Frost

My heart is beating louder than any words. I freeze.
Elsa's hand gracefully rests on mine.
"I found this book, a few years ago. It mentioned you," she starts. "I was studying, as I always did. It had a list of forgotten spirits, or guardians. It mentioned you. It just showed a face in a snowstorm. As soon as the housekeeper, Gerda, found it, my parents took it away. You haven't escaped my thoughts since."
"Maybe that's why you can see me. You believed in me," I realize.
"I always did," Elsa smiles.
I look into her eyes, an icy, stunning, pure blue. She conveys a look of happiness.
"I thought I was okay with being alone, I just called on you to show that you're right. But, now...I'm not so sure I want to be alone. You know what I mean?" Elsa says, setting my heart aflutter.
"I know exactly what you mean. I charmed you with my pure brawn," I say, flexing my not so brawny arms. She giggles.
"Jack, I swear you're the only person who isn't afraid to joke around with me!"
"Well, you seem to be the only one who believes in me," I mutter.
"Jack," Elsa sighs. "I'm about to do something really forward. Please don't be upset with me."
"I probably won't be-"
I'm unable to finish my sentence because Elsa pulls my face to hers.
My breathing gets heavy and my eyes are wide with fear. She stares directly into mine, hers seeming calm, almost playful. Then a flash of unease crosses them. She feels as nervous as I do.
I lean in closer, letting our lips touch.