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At this point, Jack was more than a little envious. Elsa had started creating wintery masterpieces with her frost after just three days of practicing. He knew that she was far more powerful than he was. He may bring winter to places all over the world but she could do it just as easily if she could fly. It bothered him. It just felt so cruelly unfair that she could be so much better them him and still have people who could see and hear her. Jack mulled these thoughts over in his head as he made his way back to Arendelle from a southern continent. He'd never show her how jealous he was though. It would only make her feel bad and…thinking back to her story about the events following her coronation, she'd had enough bad experiences for a lifetime. He would help her in whatever way he could and keep his ugly feelings to himself. Her company was too precious to lose over pride.

His problem now would be coming up with something new for today's lesson. Frost art was the only fancy trick he knew besides making snowballs and snow storms. It seemed to him that he should be taking lessons from her and not the other way around. Still, she treated him as an all-powerful winter spirit and he couldn't disappoint her expectations after all that. He thought long and hard before settling on a simple idea just as he crested the mountains that overlooked the little kingdom of the snow queen herself. It was closer to sunset be he and Elsa had agreed it would be a better time to meet up. After that first day where people had been freaking out about her second absence in as many days, she thought it be best for their lessons to take place closer to nighttime. It'd be chillier up by the north mountain but, as he was pleased to discover, even those low temperatures failed to bother her.

He landed on the windowsill and tapped gently on the glass. A moment later, Elsa came into view with her white-blond hair and blue eyes. She opened the window and Jack flew into the room to alight on a bedpost.

"Jack? Is that you?" she asked. She looked around the room curiously, as if she could see him if she just sought him hard enough.

"Know any other charming winter spirits?" He said with a crooked smile.

"Hardly charming, more like dangerously mischievous," she teased.

"Isn't that the definition of charming?" He shot back. Now that he had someone to practice on, he was finding his wit was quite sharp.

"You're insufferable," she said but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "What are we doing today?" She asked.

"I'll tell you when we get there," he said, buying himself some time to hash out his idea.

"The suspense is killing me," she said, exasperated. As he picked her up, she didn't make a sound. It seemed she had gotten used to the feeling. It disappointed him slightly because he loved to get a reaction out the normally formal queen.

The trip to the north mountain seemed somehow shorter to Jack. Maybe it was because he needed every second of that time to plan his lesson. When he landed and set her down, she took on an expectant expression.

"So, how much experience do you having with hitting things?" He asked her.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused. "With my magic?"

"Yeah, have you had to fight anyone?" He said.

"Well, there were the two men from Weselton who tried to kill me but I had no idea what I was doing," she said. "It was all instinct at that point."

"Then today, I want to work on your aim," he said. He ignored the awful feeling the thought of someone trying to kill her gave him.

"But what do I need that for? I have nothing to fight," she said.

"It'll help with your control. And you never know when it could come in handy," he responded. He had planned for that question.

"I really should stop questioning you," she said with admiration. Guilt twisted his stomach. Why did she have to expect so much from him?

"Right, so this is how we're going to go about it," he began, "I'm going to throw up some snowballs and I want you to hit them with some icicles."

"Ok, I think I can do that," she said. She took a deep breath and extended her arms.

"Ready?" He asked. She nodded. He waved his staff and snowballs began appeared flying in all different directions. Elsa began sprouting thin pointed icicles from the palms of her hands and Jack watched as they took flight at high speed. One of them nearly hit him before he dodged. Hardly any of the icicles actually found their mark and he watched as Elsa's face sunk in disappointment again.

"I told you not to get upset about your first try," he said. "It'll come to you eventually, just like the frost art."

"You're right," she said with a sigh. She shook her shoulders and took up her readied position again. "Let's try once more."

"You got it," he said. He summoned more snowballs with his staff and watched as Elsa only managed to hit two of the ten or so.

"Again," she said. He didn't respond this time, he just brought more snowballs into existence. The process continued with hardly any improvement until well into the night. Jack could see Elsa growing increasingly frustrated. A blizzard began whip around them and she seemed about to burst until an errant snowball hit her in the face. She wiped it away and Jack was surprised to discover her anger had dissipated. A calm, content expression replaced it.

"Elsa, are you all right?" He asked, concerned.

"I feel fine, more than-" She stopped suddenly and stared at him. Jack whipped around to see what had caught her attention but he saw nothing. He turned back to see her still looking in the same direction. It dawned on him that she wasn't seeing through him. She was looking directly at him.

"Who are you?" She asked, slightly scared. Jack flew down to land in front of her. She stumbled back a few steps and he grabbed her shoulders to keep her still.

"You can see me?" He asked anxiously. Her expression turned to one of surprise as she recognized his voice. She nodded. Jack smiled wider than he ever had before. He gave her a rough hug and swung her around laughing.

"But why now?" She asked.

"I don't know!" He said. He flipped in the air and landed in front of her again. "I don't really care!"

"That's great, Jack!" She said, smiling for the first time.

After a while of joyous celebration, mostly by him, he realized it was almost dawn. Elsa had to get back to the castle for her queenly duties and he had to get back to his winter…stuff. As he dropped her off back in her room, overwhelming fear made him stop in his tracks. What if she couldn't see him anymore when he came back?

"Jack, are you ok?" She asked. He didn't want to tell her the truth: he wanted to spend every single minute of every day with her. He was so afraid of the loneliness of the past half-century that he could hardly stop himself from clinging to her side.

"Yeah, I'm fine. See you later!" He said. He smiled in reassurance before taking off. As he flew, the smile quickly dropped from his face. He marveled at how addicted her was to her company. He was so weak in so many ways. He never wanted Elsa to see this side of him: jealousy, weakness, and loneliness.

He could hardly imagine life without her anymore. He would have to hide behind this façade of a happy powerful winter spirit indefinitely. He feared the day Elsa discovered his disgusting true self more than anything. The fear was consuming him.

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Deep below the earth and ground, beneath layers of crawling bugs and slimy creatures, in the depth of black caverns and dark rivers, an impossible shadow lifted itself from the ground. It solidified and took form. The shape of a man clothed in pitch blackness and fear raised his head towards the surface. He smiled as he sensed a deep emotion of his favorite flavor. Maybe the world had a little darkness for him after all.