In an attempt to persuade the white-haired boy, Rapunzel returns his staff to him. The boy however, still refuses to take her to see the floating lights. He is more concerned about the fact that Rapunzel can see him. Confused, Rapunzel asks, “See you? I don’t think I understand.”
The boy’s eyes meet hers — and Rapunzel notes that they are ocean blue; and just like the ocean, deep down, there were probably places one would dare not venture to; places of loneliness, of emptiness, of darkness — and he says, “My name is Jack Frost. Now tell me, Sunshine. How can you see me?”
After all, for Jack Frost, this was quite a rare occurrence. 300 years and finally — finally — someone sees him.