Jack Frost first met Heidi Dalgaard on the girl's fifth birthday – a cold, blustery December Ninth two ago. He had been wandering around spreading frost as he usually did… but unlike usual, he was in an awful mood. It had been forty-five years since he first awoke, since he first opened his eyes onto the night sky and felt the cold ice of a frozen lake against his back. But since that moment, nobody could see him. Nobody could hear him. And the one person that he knew could communicate with him – the Man in the Moon - refused to, never speaking a word to the boy after telling him his name. It frustrated the Hell out of him; having people be effected by his winds but never knowing they were his, screaming at the moon like a crazy person without ever hearing an answer back, reaching out to children that just ran straight through him. Forty-five years of being ignored. He went through all his stages of grief like a good little boy, experiencing first denial, then anger, then bargaining and depression. But no matter what, he never reached acceptance. He was permanently stuck in that fourth stage. So, wallowing in self-pity, he'd whipped up a blizzard and cast it on Heidi's hometown, and was now sitting on yet another frozen lake and writing his name in the snow. Jack Frost. Over and over and over again, until the name lost all its meaning – not that it'd ever had any in the first place.

Jack hadn't expected anyone to go out in his blizzard. In fact, for what seemed like the first time in his life, the social, fun-loving boy had wanted to be alone. However, Heidi had other plans. You see, she loved snow. So whenever it snowed as crazily as it was doing that day, she threw on her gloves, her hat, her boots, her overcoats (all three of them), and waddled outside and into the forest. But this time, she stumbled across a lake; a lake where one name was written dozens upon dozens of times, jumbled together in a pile of words and snow.

And for some miraculous, unknown reason, it clicked in her head. She knew in that instance, without any prior inclination, that there was a man named Jack Frost who played and wrote in the snow. She believed that Jack was real – and because of that, she saw him.

"Jack Frost? Jack Frost, Jack Frost, Jack Frost…." The little girl said, squinting her eyes and reading through the snow.

Hearing her voice, the spirit jumped and whirled around, eyes wide. As he turned, Heidi looked up and blinked – noticing him with his finger pressed against the ground, caught in the middle of rewriting his name once again.

She smiled. "You're Jack Frost?"

"You…. You can see me?"

She cocked her head. "How could I not?"

Jack had never been happier.

All it took was that one little girl to completely shake him out of his depression – she became his best friend and sole source of relief. Of course, he couldn't tell her much about himself or his problems, considering she was five, but just being near someone who could see him and talk to him made him feel better. Every Winter day was an adventure when they were together, and he showed her the most fun a little girl could ever have. Of course, they couldn't be together all the time. He still had to spread frost, snow, and mischief around the rest of the world, and when it was Spring or Summer in Corona Heidi had other things she had to do. But they still got together whenever they could.

For some reason, though, Jack could never get anyone else to believe in him. He tried writing his name again, on children's windows or on trees, but whoever read it just seemed to glance once and move on. He played with kids indirectly, engaging in snowball fights and pushing their sleds down steep, winding hills, but they never looked his way. He had no clue why his belief seemed to be exclusive to Heidi… But he was out of his forty-five year funk, and a little thing like confusion wouldn't stop him now - especially when a child had finally started believing in him. He decided to buckle down, and from then on, really started trying.

So when he visited Heidi's new address for the first time, and she told him of a woman to whom she'd mentioned his name – well, there was another opportunity to try.

And he'd done it. He'd really done it! Of course, it wasn't easy – pretty much all that Heidi could tell him with her seven year old attention span was the woman's name, that she was a queen, and that she had an affinity for snow and ice pretty similar to his – but after flying around the kingdom's ridiculously large castle and looking through windows for what seemed like forever, he spotted someone. Or rather, two someones; a pair of girls. One redheaded, freckled and smiley, the other with the palest blonde hair and biggest blue eyes he'd ever seen. He flew to the window and hovered outside of it, and saw that it was a bedroom they were standing in – a pretty extravagant one, too. The kind only reserved for the highest of a kingdom's court. If they were allowed in that kind of bedroom, they were either servants there to clean or the royalty who lived there… their clothes were too well made to be servants, so one of them must've been the room's occupant; and likely, the Queen. But neither one was wearing a crown. How was he supposed to know which one it was? Seriously, what kind of Queen doesn't wear a crown? He thought and clicked his tongue.

"I'll be back before sunset, okay?"

"If you aren't, I'll turn Kristoff into an icicle."

The boy began to grin. There. Problem solved.

Catching her attention was easier than he'd thought it would be; most people didn't notice his little frosts growing here or there. If she'd left the room without his wisp catching her eye, she'd be down the hall before he could change location fast enough and he'd have to find a way to start all over again. But she did see it. And she watched it, and she followed his signs straight out the door. He'd hooked her. He could do this! His confidence grew, and when they got to the forest and he began the second part of his trail, he started to do what he did best – he started having fun. He twisted her around and pointed her in ridiculous directions, the sound of her laugh only making his excitement grow as they moved faster and faster, him floating invisibly above and her running to catch up from below. When they reached the garden, he stopped for a moment, watching her turn around and look for him. She was so close to believing in him that he could feel it. He was almost there! He flew around her in a circle, sending cool breezes to crawl down her back and play with the hem of her dress like a child. Her laugh was infectious, and he found himself chuckling right along with her as she looked down at her skirts.

"Why are you hiding? Talk to me!"

Jack thought for a moment. She must've heard his name once already, because of Heidi… But how to get her to know it was him?

He smirked. Well, I'm not "Jack Frost" for nothing.

And that was what tipped her off. The frost. He put it everywhere; making it crawl through the garden like ivy up a brick wall, sitting on the branch of a tree and watching it unfurl left and right. The girl was looking around. She was so, so close.

"Come on… Come on…" Jack mumbled to himself, watching her intently.

"No… It couldn't be."

"Yes! Yes it could! It is! You've got it, you've got it!" He grabbed tight to his staff and pushed it in against the tree. The glow of the frost was so bright, it almost matched the sun.

And with this, Jack Frost got himself another believer.

Now, Elsa watched as the boy across from her held out his crook and grinned. "I got you to believe in me!"

She furrowed her brow, confused. "I… I'm not sure what you mean…"

"Ah!" He exclaimed, grin cracking a bit and falling awkwardly. He took his crook back and used it to scratch his head, putting his other hand against his hip and looking away from the girl, realizing how little sense his words were making. Of course he couldn't explain the whole belief concept right off the bat –the last thing he wanted was for her to get skeptical about it and suddenly not believe in him anymore, especially after he'd come so far. "Well, never mind. Not important. Well, actually, it's really important, but not too important right now. What's important right now iiiisss…." He drew out his last word, thinking of what to say. Then, when he found it, his grin returned once more and he looked back to the girl.

"Introductions!"

Elsa gave a tiny smirk. She had no idea where this boy had come from, or why he seemed so excited, or why he said half of the things he did… but even if she didn't understand these things, there was one thing she definitely did understand. He had powers, like her. The way he flew about and the state of her garden was evidence enough of that. Flying… I wonder if I can do that? Well, I've never really tried, but it shouldn't be too hard. "All right, then. Introductions."

Jack beamed. He had never had to introduce himself before, and as silly as it may have seemed, he was quite happy to have the opportunity to do so. With one push against the ground, he levitated himself into the air and landed on the tip of his crook, then stood tall, and bowed. "As you've said, I'm Jack Frost. Snowball maker and nap taker extraordinaire." He said with a flourish and a crooked grin.

The woman laughed at his goofy self-analysis. Then, holding out the side of her dress, she gave a small curtsy. "And as you've said, I'm Elsa. Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

Jack stepped off of his crook and inspected her once again, eyes glittering with curiosity. "The Snow Queen, right?"

For some reason, hearing him say it made her blush. It wasn't like it was an embarrassing title, and it wasn't that she wasn't used to hearing people call her that… but coming from someone else who could control ice, it kind of sounded like arrogance. One hand fiddled with her braid anxiously as she gave a tiny chuckle. "Well, that's what they call me."

Jack smirked at her nervous response. "And why do they call you that? I'm assuming for that sterling hair and your… unusually icy fashion sense?" He teased, whipping up a wind to twirl through the bottom of her skirts once again.

Elsa laughed at the breeze and held her skirts back down. Good, he didn't seem offended. "What, didn't Heidi tell you about me?"

He shrugged. "She told me a bit. Something about controlling ice and snow, making crystal snowflakes that glow, winter in the summer. But the kid's got a wild imagination. How much was real and how much was seven-year old hysteria, I wonder?"

He was goading her on, of course, and they both knew it. But Elsa was never one to disappoint.

With a thin, crooked grin, she held her hand out in the air, and Jack watched as frost from the area around them began to float into her palm, twisting and twirling until it created a perfect sphere. A snowball.

The woman tossed it to her partner and crossed her arms against her chest. "Satisfied? Self-proclaimed 'snowball maker extraordinaire'?" She asked with a teasing tone.

Jack held the sphere in his hand, weighing it, rotating it, and glancing at it as if he was giving the object a thorough inspection. Naturally it was only a part of his act, but in all honesty, it did make him a bit curious. He'd never seen a mortal who could do that before. "Not bad, not bad." He glanced across to her. Then, in a sudden gust of wind, threw himself into the air and shot the snowball right back at her. "But you're gonna have to do better than that!"

Seeing the snowball heading towards her, Elsa gasped and raised her arms, making a sheet of ice appear from the ground. Then, she looked around the corner of the block – only to see Jack, tossing and catching another snowball in his hand.

She laughed and shrieked as he threw the second one, hid behind her sheet of ice, and crafted a couple snowballs of her own as the boy continued his assault. When her snowballs were ready, she made a path of ice along the garden and slid out onto it, quick as a wit, ice skating in an arc as she made her counter attack.

"Take this!" She said giddily as she threw her first ball.

Not expecting her to move, Jack was caught by surprise, only turning just in time for the snowball to hit him in the chest, while the others hit his back and legs. "Hey! Stay at your base!" He called with fake offense and shot through the air to reach the other side of the garden, meanwhile blowing a cold wind her way to push her off course.

Elsa laughed as caught the wind, stumbling over her feet and falling on her rear onto the ice. Then she grinned, and started to grow a spiral staircase out of ground, making it circle higher and higher around the garden. She got on the first step and threw another snowball. "Make me!"

Jack flew around and around, continually tossing snowballs and breezes her way, and Elsa climbed further up her staircase, shooting flurries and drifts of her own – each laughing wildly whenever they were hit and calling after each other. "Take that!" "Ha, you missed!" "No fair!"

Elsa reached the end of her staircase, and Jack hovered in front of her with a smug smile on his face, preventing her from pushing the stairs any further. "Well, Snow Queen? What now?"

""Well, what're you going to do now, Snow Queen?" The dark voice whispered to her from the shadows.

But she barely even noticed it. Instead, she took one look at Jack, held her hands up in mock defeat, and jumped off the side of her staircase.

"Wha—" Jack reared back in surprise, eyes growing wide, and flew to the other side of the stairs to catch her – only to see that she'd landed in a huge pile of soft, fluffy snow, and was now giggling like a school girl. Snow was in her hair, all over her dress, covering her from head to toe… and she was absolutely loving it.

The boy felt himself smile and, without a second thought, dove into the pile along with her.

Elsa continued to laugh as he sunk into the snow, but when he didn't come back up, the laughing quickly faded away. She looked down at the place he'd dropped. "Jack?" She reached out to dig through the surface – but just as she did, his head popped through the top of the pile like a groundhog through the earth, snow bunched atop his crystal white hair like a hat. And, she noticed as she glanced farther down his face, covering his upper lip, resembling an extremely bushy mustache.

The queen had never thought she would ever use the word "guffaw" to describe her own laugh, but when she started to bray after seeing his face, that's all anyone could call it. Jack cocked his head in confusion, causing some of the snow on his head and the left part of his lip to fall away.

"What? What is it?"

She held a hand to her mouth to stifle some of her laughter and looked to him out of the corner of her eye, still giggling. Then, with her other hand, she held out one finger and used it to wipe the rest of the snow away from his face. "Nice mustache, Duke of Weselton."

When she touched him, Jack looked down at her finger and blushed. Then, as she pulled it away, he grinned and started to pull himself out of the snow. "Who?"

Elsa sighed contentedly. "Oh, nothing. A dignitary I knew."

Once he was out of his groundhog hole, Jack sat cross legged in the snow beside Elsa and shook his head like a dog, getting the rest of the powder out of his hair and onto Elsa in exchange. She winced and held up her hands, but snickered anyway. Then the boy got up, dug his crook out of the pile as well, and used it to propel himself into the air above them.

"Well, that's proof enough for me. Congratulations, you deserve your title." The boy said, sank to the ground, and gave another mocking bow.

Elsa pulled herself out of the snow as well, looked back at the pile, and with a twirl of her finger, turned it to water and cast it into the sky as vapor. Jack blinked in surprise as she did. He'd never tried thawing snow. I wonder….

"You deserve a title yourself." She said and dusted off her hands. When she did, she was reminded of the one that Heidi had given him – Snow Prince. Her smoky blue eyes took on a glimmer of humor as she looked him up and down. He seemed so young. In fact, everything about him screamed youth and energy; the sway of his hair as it fell in front of his eyes, the bounce in his step and the buoyancy of his movement, the shine of his smile, even the way he spoke – everything he said came out as either a tease or a cheer, laughter in all of his words. She'd met a lot of princes since Arendelle started allowing visiting royalty, but never one quite like him. Imagining him in a prince's rigid suit, Elsa chuckled to herself.

Jack put his hands on his hips, confused again, wondering what this girl was thinking about. Heidi had been too excited to tell him much about Elsa, but what she had told him hadn't been near enough to prepare him for meeting her. Frankly, when she said that it was a woman called the Snow Queen who could actually control snow and ice, he'd expected someone much… icier. Elsa, despite the temperature of her skin and the gift she possessed, was warm. Her eyes were warm, her laugh was warm. And she was mature, too. Now that they'd stopped playing and she was standing tall, he saw the way she carried herself, the regality of her posture. Even though Jack knew he was older than her, he couldn't help but feel like a kid as she looked him up and down. Then, he realized what she was thinking, and a tiny sneer appeared on his face.

"Oh great. Heidi told you about the 'Snow Prince' thing, huh?"

Elsa looked back to him. "What?" Oh crap, I gave it away. The girl closed her eyes and turned her head, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"She did, didn't she? That little…." Jack growled, starting to blush and gritting his teeth. Heidi had stuck him with that nickname about a year ago when he'd finally conceded to playing "Princes and Princesses" with her, and no matter how many times he talked to her about it, she never let it go. "Listen, I am not a prince, alright? 'Prince' implies 'royalty', 'royalty' implies 'responsibility'. And 'responsibility' implies 'boring'. I am not a prince."

"I never called you a prince," Elsa said, turning away and raising her hands, beginning to thaw the garden, a tiny smirk on her face as she did so.

"But you were thinking it…" The boy said, feeling annoyed as he watched her melt her handiwork. "Princes are so rigid and stiff, always sitting in their castles and eating dinner with fancy forks and doing paperwork. You ask me to sit still in a desk for an hour and all you're gonna get is a frozen desk. I am not a prince, alright?"

Well, he's not completely wrong, Elsa thought, going over the princes she knew in her mind. Most of them were as rigid and stiff as he said. But as she thought this, a different question appeared in her mind, making her turn back to see him as the final pieces of melted frost flew out of the garden and into the sky.

"Then what are you?"

Are you human, or something else? Are you confused and alone? Are you like me?

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but caught himself, his words falling back in his throat. Would she believe him if he said he was a spirit? Would she be afraid if he said he wasn't human – or rather, that he didn't even know what he was?

The boy looked down and put his hands in his pockets, kicking at a stone in the garden. "I told you. Snowball maker, nap taker."

Elsa furrowed her brow, watching as Jack grabbed his crook once again and returned to the air.

The boy thought for a second, then looked down. "I've gotta go."

Elsa stopped, staring at him. "Why?"

"I… I just do. I'll be back another day." He gave her a tiny smile and began to fly away from the castle.

He was leaving? Elsa watched him go, reaching after him. "Wait!"

Jack halted midair and looked back to her.

"Where can I find you if I want to see you again?"

The man gave another toothy grin. "I'll find you!"

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Hi guys! FightForLife here. Just wanted to say/clear up a few things :3

First of all, thank you so much for reading the first three chapters of Snow Prince! I'm glad it's receiving a positive response, and I hope this chapter will be liked just as much as the last two ^ _ ^

Secondly, I wanted to talk about the "POV" switches. Since the story is written in third person, there really isn't any "POV" at one time or another, as the story is narrated by neither Elsa nor Jack Frost, but as you may have noticed, the main subject of the story and the person whose eyes we're looking through will indeed switch from Elsa to Jack now and again. This is because they are both equally interesting and compelling characters who are each experiencing their own troubles and developing in their own ways throughout the story, so I want to express that and use it to further entertain you as the audience. Mostly, though, we will be seeing things through Elsa's eyes. I'm sorry if it gets confusing at times, I'll try and make the switches easily distinguishable ^ _ ^ ;;

And thirdly, I'd like to clarify the time period. People know that Jack Frost was "reborn" sometime around 1798, since he had been living as Jackson Overland around the time of the creation of his hometown, Burgess (which was founded in 1798), but nobody really knows when Frozen takes place. So, for the time period of the story, we're going with 1845 – the year that the book Frozen was based off of, "The Snow Queen", was published. It matches the post-Napoleonic era that the movie seems to take place in, so I figured, why not.

If anyone finds any issue with either the POV switches or the time period, please let me know and I'll clarify what I can. Again, thank you so much for reading the story, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D