Jackson Overland Pitchiner, popularly called Jack Frost, is the son of The Nightmare King.
He was born on the Isle of the Lost. Unlike most teens on the Isle, he's a loner. He may socialize and occasionally join in some fun, but he's not a gang jo...
Kristoff drove me and Elsa to the border of the Enchanted Forest. The place Pabbie said my grandmother ruled as Mother Earth and where my mommy was born.
Elsa and I held hands as we travelled north. She had already exchanged tearful goodbyes with Anna. I hate it, that she has to leave her sister. Whatever we're traveling for, better be worth it.
Suddenly we stopped. We were at a misty area with four large standing stones.
"We're here." Elsa confirmed. Kristoff got off.
He helped us out of the sleigh.
"You sure you have everything you need?" Kristoff asked.
"Yeah." I nod, handshaking with him.
We had packed light, since we'd need to cover a lot of ground on foot.
I had a knapsack on my back, and Elsa had a satchel. That was all. Hopefully it was enough.
Kristoff hugged Elsa. "I'll take care of Anna and Olaf." Kristoff promised.
"I know you will. Tell Anna I love her." Elsa dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
Kristoff nodded.
Then he drove back to Arendelle on his sleigh, waving goodbye.
Now me and Elsa were alone.
"Just us now." I say cheerfully. Elsa manages a small smile. We approach the misty border that hid the Enchanted Forest.
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"Do you think the forest will let us cross?" Elsa wondered.
"Only one way to find out."
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Slowly, ever so slowly, it seemed the mist enveloped us, allowing us to pass through it.
Then we had passed it into a place we had never seen before.
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