Your Cold Tears

The golden metallic trim was smooth and sparkled as if freshly cleansed; this made it evident that the castle was well catered to. It also reminded him that his snooping wouldn’t go unnoticed if he lingered for any longer. Perhaps his focus was too tamed to the frame but as his eyes rose skyward, he traced the pigments of paints that spiraled into people atop the canvas. The winter spirit blinked, lashes tickling the edges of his cheeks as he slowly moved his crystalline eyes over the sight before him. It was a man and woman with two daughters. Jack maintained his staring, capturing the feelings of the family before him which left a slight vacancy within his chest. The younger daughter with hair of brilliant fire bore an odd resemblance to his sister and he openly gaped as if a feeling fluttered within him for a moment. Jack’s memories were returned many moons ago but the sense of acceptance, while apparent, didn’t extinguish his longing.

Then his gaze angled towards the one with hair of resonating starlight. He squinted, perhaps confused as to her pale hair. He was never born, some could say he was blessed… or cursed but it seemed she had always bore the mark of ice. Jack felt his eyes were glued to her visage, his mind churning with many complex thoughts. When the towering doors swung open, he jolted in place, thoroughly startled before twisting around and swiftly stepping to press against the ivory pillar. Soft steps echoed throughout the expansive room and he managed to suck in his breath to suppress his sudden quickening of breathing.

Jack heard one person, perhaps but it was best he managed to escape unnoticed. To walk amongst the people was something, to invade the castle like a skulking assassin was another. Bare feet delicate smeared along the stunning shapes, their tapered symbols seemingly guiding him towards the exit but his immense curiosity grew evident. With Twiner carefully within his grasp, he placed his steps with purpose and as quiet as he could manage whilst snaking towards the edge of the dangling fabric. Any sign of a human being within the room with him seemed… nonexistent as silence swept the room which his careful approach. Pale fingers bent into the edge of the crimson curtain and he folded it inwards to finally take a gander through the massive Ballroom. For a moment, his eyes saw nothing but as it passed towards the ascending throne, he finally saw what jewel crowned the top. He nearly gasped, he clearly could identify her as he seen her at a distance whilst she mingled. Jack Frost never dared to approach her but he was always a silent guardian.

She nearly seemed like a fable, ironic for one known as Jack Frost. The Ice Queen of Arendelle carried along the wind, whispered by the trees and praised by the people. Very few would describe Jack was forlorn for he was a constant beacon of joy but… His internal plights came only when he lingered within the silence of his own thoughts. He was alone, born into this word from ice to light and for so long he was within a world who never truly accepted him. While he had battled with these demons, sometimes he sought for someone who could truly feel the cold as he did and so Elsa was someone he often took happiness in imagining. Perhaps she understood him but he had not courage to absolutely face her, at least not until he readied his words correctly. The light which flickered from the elevated chandelier offered a delicate glow atop her hair of frothy white. He wanted to leave, he needed to which urged him to move.

Jack abandoned the curtains and cautiously stepped towards the doorway only to halt, the slightest breath caused him to whirl to look at her once again. She was… a specter, hunched over the throne and her slender shoulders shook with evident emotion. Jack’s face contorted in reflective pain at her despair. He didn’t realize until he was just couple of meters or so away, his steps like fallen snow. Azure eyes lowered to watch the circulating circle of frost delicately coating the glossy flooring. Jack blinked as it reached towards him and the moment the circle peppered around his feet did it trigger something within him. His own internal cold seeped forth, slow and gradual in a pattern of gentle swirls that smoothed the jagged fragility of her sadness which escaped in the form of ice. He stood, transfixed like that of a ghost. Light illuminated off of his pale skin and shone atop his hair with the shimmer of ice.

“Your majesty?” he prompted, his voice deep with a lulling soft ness. He took another step and more of his projections seeped out onto hers and he gulped towards the appearance of the shifting, it seemed their ice mingled in somewhat harmony which distinct shapes forming along one another. There was so much he felt guilty for and this caused him to pause. Jack had been watching Arendelle since the moon’s direction but he had a responsibility to the Wings and left to handle it and that’s when he heard of the ambush. Perhaps there was something in him that wished he had helped.

“You don’t have to be scared… You’re safe,” he urged, keeping a respectful distance from her.

He had spoken, the soothing tone amplified by the looming walls that enclosed them. Jack had no idea, no plan upon uttering his voice, all he knew was a beautiful woman was crying and he couldn’t allow that much longer. His own pattern of ice managed to ripple along her conjuring, smoothing it like silk with intricacies of swirls. When Elsa had jerked to stare at him, he didn’t flinch back but maintained his unwavering smile. She was breathtaking with flecks of stardust glimmering along her lashes, the tears that toppled appeared like stars plummeted from the heavens and dispersing into powder. The color of her irises was nearly an impossible blue and it nearly melted his own frost that he kept within.

Jack’s gaze was fleeting as he glanced towards the patch that was snug against her delicately pale collar bone. His expression nearly faltered as he imagined the one who had hurt her and his pallid knuckles flexed against Twiner. Jack left the wound and transferred towards her hair of ivory hue, the mere sight of her resembled his own ability and it was surreal, his heart beating heavy but he felt so calm. Jack gave her as much time as she needed to compose herself, relieved to note no guards were summoned just yet which meant she wasn’t immediately threatened. A distinct question, strong and worthy of the queen of his kingdom and he smiled at the resonating strength.

“Jack,” he began, touching Twiner to her vector laced floors and slowly dragging it along the once glossy surface, “Jack Frost,” and the moment it left his lips, another creepy of ice channeled from Twiner and carried over with a weird delicateness to it. It wasn’t to front, merely a display of honestly that he rarely shared with those due to his profession now. Guardian turned scoundrel? Rich. With her next question, he considered it as if it was complex, finger to his chin in deep thought.

“I did, your majesty,” there was a sing-song way he toyed with his words, charismatic but light like snow dancing in a cold breeze. As if to ensure he remained ‘safe’, he slid towards the flooring and crossed his legs into a sit of sorts. He had to appear ‘not dangerous’ to not startle the pallid dove. He could clearly note her fragility, it wasn’t something he was fond of and he had this yearning urge to strengthen that fragile ice. Perhaps it was his destiny for the moon guided him here or… Simply he was selfish, either way he wanted to help her.

“I’m sorry for intruding, I didn’t initially intend to meet you here,” confessed the sprit, placing Twiner gentle into his lap as he teetered a bit whilst sitting. “I wanted to see the ballroom and have myself a little dance,” a distinct jest as he offered such a impish grin, his attempts at disarming her.

Jack’s oceanic gaze rested softly atop the Ice queen, intrigued and eager to see a shift in her outer exterior. She was defensive and rightly so, their meeting wasn’t how he had wanted it but he wasn’t opposed to working out the kinks, at the moment he had to quell his excited heart. Elsa calmed significantly and receded into her through, his mouth moving into a quirky grin of sorts as she slackened atop the arm. She continued to frown, something he had hoped to melt away like sparse snow. Her comment caused no difference in his carefree expression; merely he offered slow blinks as he casually listened to her speak.

Her eyes of pure crystal were angled down and he too followed her line of sight to watch her splintering ice. As if willed by him, that tangled mess of emotional conjuring was smoothed over like a sheet of satin and her watched her pointed stare. Jack beckoned the ice like she manifested it, they were of similar crafts. Two embodiments of winter but one seemed battered by the wind while one allowed it to carry him further. Her questions were perhaps anticipated, her curiosity was akin to his own. Jack wouldn’t call himself a master, however he had already accepted his difference amongst people… Until he found someone of such likeness. While he was aware of who he was, perhaps there was a reason the moon casted its shine atop her castle of white.

“Admittedly, I’ve heard a great deal of you from your people. They speak quite openly and they love you,” he began as he traced his fingers over the flooring below, each graze sent a peppering of delicate powder. He then spun his fingertip within a circle to conjure forth a few balls of snow, he attempted this as casually and considerate as he could. His snow of ‘fun’ usually instilled those with joy, but would it work on her? He wouldn’t use it unless she seemed truly in despair. Jack mulled her question over as thoroughly as he could. Long lashes rising with his rise to look upon her once again, she needed an answer and he needed to answer it well.

“I am Jack Frost, the winter spirit, Guardian of fun and you are Elsa of Arendelle, the ice queen,” stated his observation, she was likely no rising guardian but the moon might have had other reasons for her. If Pitch Black yearned for cold darkness once more, her fragile heart would likely be easy for him.

“We’re the same… and different,” he agreed gesturing towards the ice to have her watch them swirl, his own ice receding to allow her own to blossom. The hues were vaguely different with a gloss or peppering of texture. “You’re the only person I’ve ever met that… that could do this,” confided the male, his happiness clear as his joyous smile.

Jack remained seated atop her vectored floors; the glossy shimmer that once stretched the ballroom was dusted with shimmering ice-crust, adorned with his distinct pattern of frost. Jack appeared casual, comfortable even as if he belonged within her domain. The candlelight illuminated his etchings and caused his pale hair to glow like that of an apparition, he was indeed a spirits of sorts. He did die to exist. His pearly smile was gentle but shone with a vibrancy like none other and as she suddenly rose, so too did his eyes which watched her movement with interest. Her presence commanded attention and his brows arched as he reflected a mildly impressed look. Each step caused a conjuring of ice like that of crystalline fragments that bowed to her strut; the ice shimmered in praise to her.

The winter spirit noted as the ice reacted in catalyst to her emotions, to her very command it submitted to her and he smirked in fondness. Her newly ascending shards delicately laced his own ice, her formations mingled with a weird harmony that even he wasn’t expecting. His whimsical swirls was like the painted background of her solidified gems, a garden of sorts in which the clear roses was caressed by the wind.

For a moment, he watched her circle him and he had not expected her words or perhaps he did. Jack’s usual instincts were something laced with jests casual and disarming, something lacking blame and seemingly disinterested. However, for a moment his gaze darted to the white bandage that balanced atop her collar. Glacial eyes lingered atop it, his smile drooping as he considered the demand very seriously for once. In honesty, he had many reasons to not approaching her sooner. He was busy building a presence amongst her people so he may reside in her castle casually. He was beckoned on occasions to attend duties of his faction… and simply, he didn’t want to ruin anything with her.

Jack wasn’t a fragile person, at least not openly. His thoughts could churn like blizzard winds or could be light as a snowflake eagerly awaiting its friends below. However, in the grant scheme of things, he was alone at least until now.

“I should have,” answered the boy, voice deep and perhaps a bit sulky. Finally his eyes left her wound and returned to her face, “Admittedly, I was worried you’ll reject my entire existence or worse, I’ll make you uncomfortable,” he rose, the action so gentle as if a beckoning of wind coaxed him upwards, Twiner laced in his fingers.

“However, I do intend to make this up to you,” he smirked, taking one step towards her and halting with a smile, jawline angled upwards so he may look down his lases at her.. “May I please may this up to you, your majesty?” and then with a swift movement he bowed to a knee within a dramatic bow, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you,” his snow soft hair shuddered as he eyed the ground, gaze watching as his ice continue to coil as if uttering a message of his own heart’s rhythm. She wasn't aware of it, but it was rare to see him so humbled, so subdued.