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Jack was sitting near the top of the North Mountain in Arendelle, watching the bustle going on at the castle. "Hmm. Wonder what the commotion is today. Usually that place is pretty...empty," Jack thought out loud to himself. He laid back against the mountain side, breathing in the clean air, when he felt a dot of something cold land on his hand. "Huh?" He looked around him, tiny bits of snow falling about. "That's...odd." He used his hands to push himself up and stood, looking down at the castle far below. All he could see was the land slowly being covered in a thick blanket of snow, moving outward from the castle. His eyebrow raised in confusion. "I didn't do that," he said, wondering who, or what, could have caused something so drastic.
That's when he saw a small figure moving across the lake, ice and snow coming outward from it. He watched as the figure made its way up the mountain. It was a...woman. She built a bridge of ice to reach another point on the mountain, and Jack's mouth fell open. "What the?" He knew he had to figure out who she was, and what was going on. He assumed that she probably knew at least some of what was happening, what with all the snow now and the fact that it seemed to be coming from her.
He slowly moved down the mountain, inching towards where she was now building what seemed like a castle out of ice. He crossed the bridge that led to the ice castle, moving toward the large doors. "Wow," he let out as he stopped in front of the doors, looking up at the beautifully intricate ice monument before his eyes. He shook his head and put on a determined look. He took a deep breath and opened the doors to the palace. As he entered, he saw a fountain in the center of the room, and on either side of it were large, curved ice stairways. He walked toward the steps on his right, pausing to put his hand on the crystalized railing. "Incredible," he whispered, almost mesmerized by detail in everything around him. He could see every individual ice crystal. His breath was a soft white, appearing powdery almost as it hit the frigid air.
He moved up the staircase, where he came to another set of doors. He took another deep breath, exhaling slowly as he pushed the doors open quietly, poking his head into the room to check around. There was a large, ice chandelier hanging in the center of the room, and beneath it stood the woman he had seen before. "H-Hello...?" he piped up, slowly moving towards the woman, clutching his staff in his hands in case he would have to protect himself.