Almost as if he was curious of her, his steps slowly came closer, minimizing the distance between the two. Of course, he respected her space by not approaching her to the point of suffocation. His head tilted in a manner of confusion, his hues staring directly at hers. Eyes slanted, he blinked once and then twice. For what had brought her to see him? All these years, he constantly attempted to search for someone to acknowledge his existence and it always failed. And every night, he would stare at the bright moon that threw him in this cursed state, constantly asking the same question.
Why?
But he’ll never reply, as per usual. The result would always concluded with no response as the invisible winter spirit would continue his wandering without his desired answer. And he still hasn’t received the answer he sought for. Instead, he was granted with this woman who could see him without any explanation whatsoever. What had made her special? Perhaps she wasn’t human, and she was a spirit like him– an oblivious spirit. But that would be obscure; she was surely a mere mortal– no doubt of it.
Now that he had a closer view of her, he could see her confusion. It was written all over her face that she was puzzled with something. That Jack existed? The mischievous spirit that flew around and made it snow is real? Foolish, a regular person would state. It wasn’t a shocker to hear the platinum blonde woman to question Jack’s existence, but the immortal boy thought that rather than an inquiry of his existence, he thought that she would flee at an instant. Here he was, following her in a vast field of snow nearby one of the many high mountains Arendelle was known for, claiming that he was a winter spirit. Insane was what he could be described as, but perhaps…
he was somewhat insane.
Years of forced isolation could do so much to someone.
Letting out an exhale that felt like he held in for too long, he cracked a smile; a genuine real smile, unlike his usual cocky one.
「❆」— “Y… yeah! You got it right!
I’m the winter s p i r i t,
– Wait! I can prove it—-”
Almost out of his control, the flurry increased and now it was becoming a bit more evident. With that, he let himself to fly around in the air, and even though it was unnecessary, he spiraled around whilst performing his aerial tricks. Once he had landed on the surface, his staff became a root of ice patterns when it became in contact with the snowy ground. His blue pools immediately turned to the woman, awaiting for her reaction.
And then it hit him.
“I’m… sorry. I can explain…?” Yes, explain that he has ice powers and that he totally isn’t a freak. “… I… it’s really nice to meet you, Elsa.”
Honestly, he never thought he would be ever to say that.