Snowflake

Chapter 3

Elsa's Point of View

"Y-You can see me?"

Tch. What does he think of me? Am I blind?

If this guy thinks that I can't see him, he's ridiculous.

He's so obvious. Maybe he wants to steal some of my stuff. . .

"Of course I can see you!" I yelled, still glaring at him.

"Y-You believe in me?" He confusedly asked me.

What?

I raised an eyebrow to him, and I frowned before rolling my eyes.

"W-Well, obviously, you can," He said before shrugging.

Then I gripped to my hairbrush tighter when he hopped out of the edge of my window, entering my room, with still amusement in his eyes as he looked at the high ceiling of my room.

"Wow, this took a lot of work."

I partly lowered my hairbrush, and I disgustedly looked at him from head to toe.

What is he doing? He's so random though. . .

I raised my eyebrow while looking at him.

I put my hairbrush down on the table near me.

"Look, are you drunk or something?" I confusedly asked. 

He immediately returned his gaze to me after hearing what I've said.

"N-No," he said while shooking his head vigorously. 

I brushed my fingers through my hair, shutting my eyes while I let a deep sigh out.

I'm about to sleep, and then this guy broke into my house. Who wouldn't be annoyed? 

I looked at him, and he's still giving me that look. He's amused as if I'm the only person who sees him.

"I'm Jack Frost, and you? Can you see me? You believe in me?" He seriously asked.

I sighed again and put my hand on my waist.

Is he crazy? Of course, I can see him!

Well, probably a 'magical sorcerer' provided him an 'invisibility potion' that doesn't work.

"I'm Jack Frost"

His voice echoed in my mind.

But seriously, I have already heard that name before. I'm not sure when and where, but I can not remember.

Nevermind

"Alright, Mr. Jack, tell me, what do you want here?" I calmly asked, preventing my anger from bursting out.

"The wind, it brought me here," The guy said, gesturing something outside the window. 

And for the many time around, I looked at him and confusedly frowned.

Then I chuckled sarcastically and smirked at him. "Nice alibi, but look, I'm serious here," I said.

"So am I." He's serious as well. 

I held my temple as my head will explode for this guy's astounding words. 

For my 25 years of existence, I've never met a guy as weird as him. (Well, Hans is an exception, he is the 'bad-kind-of-weird'.)

But really, this guy's strange. I'm not sure if I will trust on someone like him. . .

"Look, I'm a guardian."