Elsa's P.O.V.

"Jack Frost appeared at my window one morning and suddenly, my room started snowing!" My mama said to us. I always loved her stories. She was very creative and somehow, always seemed to tie mine and Anna's situations into them. I shifted my position so that my stomach was on the bed and my chin rested on the palms of my hands.

"More! More!" exclaimed Anna, jumping on her bed. She was two and I was five. I stayed in my position, kicking my legs up in the air.

"More tomorrow. You have to go to sleep now," mama explained.

"Aww," Anna whined and sat on her bed. I got up from my position and saw that Anna had crossed her arms and pouted her lips. I giggled a little and slid off the bed.

"Come on. Go to bed," I heard mama say. I sleepily walked to my bed and climbed up. I tucked myself into bed and waited for my mother to come.

"Mama, is Jack Frost real?" I whispered. Anna was probably already asleep and I didn't want to wake her.

"Of course he is," she replied, smiling. I looked at her and smiled a little.

"Do you think I'll ever meet him?" I asked again.

"I bet you will." She kissed lightly on my forehead and said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, mama." I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep, thinking of the day Jack would come into my room and meet me for the first time.