Jack Frost once met a girl; her name was Elsa, and she was his air as he was hers. They needed each other. No, they lived for each other. Problem was she was human; he was not. He was a spirit; she was not.

A 2-Shot. Elsa, 14, struggles to have control. She keeps on losing it, over and over again, keeps on living in the past, and keeps on fearing herself. At the edge of her sadness, she decides that maybe, the world would be better off without her and the thought of death crosses her mind. But when a certain guardian interferes in the process, would she find a new light?