Three: I Promise

- - - - - Jack - - - - - ➳

Dear Jack,

        My name is Elsa. Elsa Hale. This is my very first time to write to you, considering that I've been looking up to you for about two years already. No, don't think I'm some sort of psycho elementary girl who wears her "Proud to be a Frostie" shirt to ballet class. I'm pretty far from that, and I'm 18, like you, so no problem with that one.

        I'm from North Carolina, million miles away from where you are... inside an obscure town where we don't even have a Wal-mart store 'round the corner. Even the nearest McDonald's is a mile away. I feel like a loser, and so uncool... and I feel like I don't deserve you reading this letter.

        I'm utterly uninteresting. I have two sisters, Vera Lynn and Anna. A year older and two years younger than me, respectively. I love them to bits, even though they finish up the last tub of mint ice cream in the fridge. I know this isn't interesting, but I really don't have a lot to say in my very first letter. I practiced writing this note in my head for a billion times, but when I have the real chance to really do it, my mind turns into a blank space. But still, thank you for reading this.

        All I could really say is... I was enchanted to meet you. Even though I haven't really met you for real. Just in my wildest dreams, I guess. Still, I feel like I've known you all along, but yeah, I'm silly and I'm a crazy girl so just forget I even said that... or wrote that, in this case.

        I guess I have to go now, 'cause Daddy is buying ice cream and I am making sure that he buys separate tubs for all of us. Attached on to this letter is my cat, Pepper. Isn't she adorable?

        Love, Elsa

There was something in this girl... something really interesting about her. Something brand new I've never seen before.

I flipped over the page and smiled at the photo of the cat, Pepper.

Maybe I should write back to this girl... 

- - - - - Elsa - - - - - ➳

After finishing my letter, I looked underneath my bed... and my suitcase was gone.

"Anna!", I yelled as I raced downstairs. "Did you take my suitcase?"

"What suitcase?", she sneered at me.

"I know you have it. Who else would?", I said.

"Calm down, sis.", she raised both of her hands. "I don't have it."

"I swear, Anna. I'm seriously going to kill you."

"I don't have it!", she yelled. "What's in that stupid suitcase anyway?"

"Something that no one should ever know.", I said as I grabbed my coat, and raced for the door.

"Hey, Elsie.", Dad suddenly popped out of the bushes... seems he was gardening.

I rolled my eyes, "Not today, Dad."

"What's wrong, sweetie?", he came closer.

"I'm missing something.", I said. "A suitcase."

"Oh, you mean that floral one with letters inside?", he said. 

My eyes widened, "You've seen it?"

"Yes, I thought you never used it and donated it to charity just this morning. I sent all the letters, though."

"YOU WHAT?", I yelled at the top of my lungs, so loud that I think it woke up Mrs. Finch from across the house.

"I wasn't supposed to do that?", he innocently asked.

I was in the verge of tears, "Forget it Dad. You just ruined my whole day."

I ran away from the house, even though Dad was partially chasing me along the way. I blinked a few of my tears away, hopefully more wouldn't come. It's the last day of school, last day of being a stinking Junior to be bossed around by the Seniors.

Soon, I'll be a Senior... a Senior to boss around all the other little kids.

Soon. Soon.

"Elsa!", I heard a series of panting coming towards me. "Wait, up!"

I stopped in my tracks to see my best friend, Robin, catching up towards me. He lived right next door, and it seems like he overslept again.

He flipped his dark hair to the side of his face, "I seriously didn't hear my alarm today, and now I just ran ten blocks just to catch up to you. You sure do walk fast."

"Yeah, okay.", I grunted and started walking again.

He grabbed my hand, "Hey, hey, Elsie.". He made me face him, and stare at his baby blue eyes, "What's the matter?"

"Is it another Jack Frost related thing?", he asked.

It seems like he always knows what's on my mind.

"Yes, it is.", I finally said. "My dad sent a bunch of secret letters that I wrote to Jack."

"So, what's the problem with that?", Robin asked.

"Well, for one...", I took a deep breath. "THEY ARE SECRET LETTERS!"

Robin laughed, "You really do know how to make me laugh, Elsa Hale."

I stuck my tongue at him and laughed along with him.

Robin was my best friend ever since we were in kindergarten. He was that really cute little boy who saved me from a bunch of bullies who wanted to pick on my braided hair, which according to them, was so white that it actually looked ugly. 

I could remember his hair looking exactly the way it was before, with his squeaky voice saying, "Leave her alone!"

He dried my tears that day, and even said my hair color was not at all weird to him. It reminded him of snow, one thing that we both liked. And then, as simple as that, our strong bond formed.

People would usually ask about why we weren't together, but I couldn't give them a real definite reason. Maybe because I was too hooked up in my fandoms that I never really got to see someone, including Robin. And maybe Robin was interested with someone else... you know, someone other than me.

"So, we're going to be Seniors next year, huh?", he looked over at me. We were almost near the school's front doors.

I sighed, "Yeah..."

"Promise me we'll never drift apart, Robin.", I said with a smile.

"I promise."

A/N: Hooray! After a whole 1240134801238 years, I have finally updated! Hope you like this chapter <3

This chapter was posted on DALTON RAPATTONI'S BITHDAY ILYSM DALTOOOOON~ <3

Okay, that's enough fangirling :3

Again, hope you all like this... and oh, Robin is someone from my real life. Hopefully, he has the same personality, 'cause I really don't know the real Robin.