I didn't know what to do.

Just moments before, Jack and I had been soaring through the night sky, as carefree as ever, but that was before the winds turned on us. Once playful and kind, the elements beat against us mercilessly until Jack had no other choice but to release them.

As we fell towards the earth, I screwed my eyes shut and cried. I cried for my parents, Arendelle, and then I cried for Anna. After I hit the ground, not only would she be alone, but she would also have been right.

I had fallen, and no one had been there to catch me.

Or so I had thought. Somewhere in the midst of my terror, I felt Jack press my smaller form to his chest. In any other situation, I would've fought against him, but right now, I needed something to hold onto, even if that something was falling with me.

When we hit the ground, I did not feel it. Sure, I was sent reeling, but I never felt the snap of hard earth as it broke my body against its knees. Instead, I felt something wet.

Pushing my sore body to a sitting position, I found myself lying on a slab of freshly fallen snow. Sticking out of the snow a few feet away was a crooked staff: Jack's staff.

At the thought of the boy, my eyes immediately swept the landscape, looking for him. He was not in my immediate area, which meant that I had been thrown farther than I had first thought.

Unable to stand, I got on my hands and knees and crawled forward. I couldn't see--the moon seemed to have turned its back on us as well--and so I fumbled around in the darkness. With the sound of wolves crying in the distance, my fear slowly rose until I finally  released it in a flurry of snowflakes.

As the magic shot from my scraped and bleeding hands, for a brief moment, I was able to see. Once the magic turned to snow though, I was once again enshrouded in darkness. Latching onto the possibility of illumination, I cupped my hands together and mustered a steady beam of magic. It was like a flame, offering light, but of the coldest quality.

With a candle of sorts in my hands, I scanned my surroundings until my eyes landed on a patch of white. Although it was the exact same color as the snow, it differed in that crimson was slowly turning it a sickly pink.

"Jack!" I cried and stumbled over to where the boy lay. Upon reaching his side, I found that he was mostly buried in snow. Swallowing my rising concern, I recreated the magic in my hands into a glowing orb and then released it into the air.

Kneeling beside the injured boy, I hurriedly pushed the snow off of his form. Once he was clean, I was met by a disturbing sight. His right arm, the one he had placed so protectively around me, was twisted in an unnatural angle. I knew without a doubt that it was broken, but I didn't know how to set a bone.

I didn't know what to do.

All my life, I had known exactly what to do. Because of my powers, for a long time the first and only goal was to conceal them and not to feel them. Everything I ever did revolved around that.

When my powers were finally revealed, my goal shifted from myself and onto others. With all my heart, I just wanted to see people smile, to make my parents proud, and to always have Anna by my side.

Once again my goal changed when Jack Frost stepped into my life, and now I was clueless. As I laid Jack's head on my lap, I was reminded of the first time I had struck Anna. I had been clueless then too, except this time there were no parents to cry for.

I was alone.

"Jack, please wake up," I whispered, but the boy remained silent.

For a few moments, I knelt beside the boy, our faces being illuminated by the glowing orb above us. A single tear rolled off my chin, and as it fell, the fragile pieces inside gathered together and hardened into something firmer than stone.

I was tired of feeling clueless. Right then I determined that Jack needed help, and there was no help that my hand could offer. I did know of one who could help, and he had helped me before. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of them before, for they could help Jack in more ways than one.

I just had to get him there.

Planting a kiss on Jack's forehead, I shakily stood to my feet. Limping over to where Jack's staff was buried in the snow, I gripped it with both hands. After yanking it from the snow, I faced the dark landscape and sky.

I could not move Jack without injuring him further, but I had to get him help. Whether he had meant to or not, Jack had saved me by throwing his staff to the ground and shielding me with his own body. I could do this for him. I had to.

Raising the staff to the sky, I prepared to tame the tempests.

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