AN So, it's like, my dream to get these two together. And the premise i'm using later on is hopefully one that no one's done yet. And i hope this is pretty enjoyable. and long enough (it's always longer on than Word for some reason) So, yeah, enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I don't own both Rise of the Guardians nor Frozen. I don't own either of them, too. I don't own Jack Frost, and I don't own Elsa. But i own ice cream. I CAN OWN ICE CREAM DONT YOU DARE DENY ME MY RIGHTS
Somewhere above Arendelle
Jack Frost descended from the sky tops in a flurry, swirling, dancing; riding the waves of cold air that he alone commanded. He flew through the open sky like a sprite, placing his trust in the freezing winds to guide him back home, back to the town that was so deeply intertwined with his recently-found memories. Through the lands and waters of Norway and halfway through North America and it was back to Burgess for the night before he was off to frost another part of the Earth.
It was when he was passing through the fjords of a small country did he hear the little voices calling. If he remembered right, the little country was an old-school monarchy called Arendelle, the ancient home of the rock-sturdy creatures that humans called trolls. He had met them once before, by chance, when he was trying to find a hide-out from Bunnymund and his wrath for a while. He had left quickly, feeling quite harassed and invaded, promising himself that he would stay away from their habitat for a long while, hopefully forever. The trolls were respectful in their own right, but there seemed to be no definition of "personal space" in their dictionary. Jack shuddered as he flew past, intent on leaving the area as soon as possible. Arendelle can live without another winter, he decided with little hesitation. They've always managed great before. With that, he was about to veer sharply away from the kingdom, but a curious phenomenon occurred before he could begin to lean his way into the wind. A single, pure, untouched beam of moonlight shone directly into Arendelle's forests, disappearing behind high pines and frost-laden treetops. Oh come ON! Jack groaned to himself, staring hesitantly at the path of soft white light. Swaying side to side in his wind, he debated the advantages against the disadvantages of following the ray into troll territory or pretending he never saw anything and flying back home to cozy Burgess. Sadly, the advantages of going into the fray were next to zilch. But Jack owed the Man in the Moon so much, and he was never the kind of guy to walk away from a debt.
"Aw, man!" Jack closed his eyes and sent a plead and a threat the moon's way before he held tightly onto his staff and dove downwards into the thick of Arendelle's forests.
This so better be important.
Arendelle
The newly appointed Queen of Arendelle took a deep breath, squeezing her ice blue eyes shut and counting to ten before opening them against the morning glare of her kingdom. Now or never, Elsa, she tells herself, nervously squeezing her hands together in front of her waist, out of sight from her people. You can do this. You can do this, she chanted to herself, gripping her fingers tightly before she released them. You have control now, you'll be alright. Taking a moment to run her hand through her hair and compose herself, the terrified queen glared at her reflection in the polished wooden doors before nodding firmly to herself and purposefully throwing her chamber doors open.
The view in front of her was enough to send her scrambling backwards into the safety of her room, but her untamed terror kept her rooted to the spot. In front of her, her entire kingdom had gathered to greet her for another day, many of the peasants whispering amongst themselves and cheering jubilant "good morning, your Highness!" es in her direction.
True to her word, Elsa had kept the front gates to the castle thrown wide open, never to be closed again for as long as she was to be in rule. Villagers and foreigners alike were welcome to stroll through the open courtyard and mull around whenever they wished. Some days, when the children were convincing and desperate enough, they would even get their new queen to turn the courtyard into their personal giant ice park, complete with ice skates if they wished. They would dance and play with Olaf and those days were when Elsa was at her happiest because the power she had feared so much had been turned into a source of joy for these children.
Not everyone in her kingdom had fully accepted her and her strange powers, though. Most nobles whispered and glared at her behind feathered fans whenever she strode by during balls or official celebrations she needed to attend. Royal advisors and government officials were wary of her powers, treating her like an unmanageable time bomb and going so far as to argue against every single decision she made in fear of her turning against and enslaving her own kingdom. Even among the peasants, a few factions moved in protest against her ascension to the throne. The beginning of her reign and only trouble had appeared; Queen Elsa of Arendelle was more worried than ever, even more so than when she had isolated herself from her people.
Tension had been especially high as of late since one of the more supported advisors had put down his foot, looked her straight in the eye and firmly told her to get control of her powers before they destroyed Arendelle and left everything in splinters. Anna's temper had flared and she had vehemently argued Elsa's case, but Elsa herself had moved to agree with the advisors. Sure, she had discovered that love thawed her ice, and that there was more to her powers than only destruction, but Elsa knew deep inside that if, just if, she wasn't careful, she would end up freezing another heart—and this time, they might not have an act of true love that could save them. Elsa could not, and would not, deny the risk of having a Winter-making sorceress as a queen, and so help her, she would find any way she could to protect her kingdom from herself. Even if it meant isolation for the rest of her life.
She ran into Anna when she was walking down the halls, glancing indiscreetly through the giant French windows out to the courtyard every now and then. Her little sister had, quite literally, ran into her, since she couldn't see her way down the hall, what with the piles of silken cloths in her arms. "Oh, hey, sis!" Anna exclaimed cheerily when her load had crashed with her and spilled haphazardly over the bewildered queen. "Hello to you, too, Anna." Elsa replied wryly, picking a velvet cape from atop her head and dropping it back into Anna's already loaded arms with a raised eyebrow and tiny smirk. "Should I ask where you're going and why you have all these clothes, or is it safer not to know?" Anna beamed up at her and didn't bother stifling her giggles. "Let's just say that by the time we're done with Sven, he'll be a reindeer worthy of the"—she pulled her face into an unconvincing impression of Kristoff's drawn eyebrows and 'manly' expression and continued with a painfully false gruff voice—"Official Arendelle Ice Master and Deliverer award you gave to him and Kristoff last summer." Elsa stared once more at her sister's clothing hoard and quirked both eyebrows even higher. "Shouldn't be too hard, huh?" Elsa grinned, motioning towards the itchy velvets and wools. "Oh, psh, it really shouldn't be. As long as you give that reindeer some carrots, he'll be putty in your hands. Same rule applies to Kristoff as well. We just gotta keep Olaf away from the big goof." She adjusted her load, and Elsa couldn't help but quip with a sly smile, "Putty in your hands, huh?" "Oh, yeah, you know, putty…wait…" realization dawned on her face as she caught onto her sister's insinuation. "El-Elsa!" Anna spluttered, cheeks a flaming red, hands shaking almost dropping the robes. Elsa laughed outright, highly amused at her younger sister's embarrassment. "Kristoff isn't—Kristoff is.. ughh!" Anna moaned, burying coloured cheeks into her pile. Her elder sister grinned, wide as a Cheshire cat. "Oh, Kristoff," Elsa mocked with a wide smirk. "I assumed we were still talking about Sven." Muffled gibberish sounded through the clothes, and Anna managed to swipe a soft punch at her sister's arm from underneath the mound.
"Wretched Snow Queen." Anna muttered as the two sisters continued down the hall. Elsa froze in place, eyes wide and staring blankly ahead. "Elsa?" Anna ducked her head to peer curiously underneath her sister's blonde bangs. Catching sight of wide blue eyes, Anna immediately turned to face her sister and apologize with worried brown eyes. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Elsa, I didn't mean it, I am so sorry! I—" "It's okay, Anna," Elsa interrupted, sighing and straightening her back. "it's…it's okay.." she trailed off, staring without seeing straight ahead, her body tucked unconsciously into a rigid posture that hid any weaknesses from view.
They resume their pace, only silence had replaced the cheerful banter that had been there before. Anna was once again reminded of the cold years spent isolated from her elder sister, the only relative she had left, and loneliness plagued her for a moment. She hadn't meant to say that, she really hadn't. Out of everyone who interacted with the Queen on a daily basis, she out of them all knew how badly the negative title affected her sister. Those who regarded Elsa with contempt used it behind her back, and those who openly insulted her would yell it in her face. Elsa took the abuse astride with grace and poise befitting of a queen, but underneath her royal persona, Anna could see how deeply the scorn would hit.
"Elsa," Anna began, stopping in front of her sibling and forcing her to face her. "You've been a great queen, and the people love you." Elsa lowered her eyes, slim fingers locked together to keep from even the most miniscule of fidgeting. "Just because a few nobles are too much of a pack of idiots to see that doesn't mean you aren't an excellent queen. Elsa," Anna pleaded with her, brown eyes meeting ice blue "love thaws all. As long as you can love, you'll be fine. We all will be fine." She smiled encouragingly at her, trying to convey all of her heartfelt emotions.
Elsa bit her lip, eyes downcast. She had spent too many years locked up by her own will, too many years spent grieving and harbouring secrets she should have revealed to those she loved long ago. She had learned the hard way that some secrets weren't meant to be kept, and that suppressed feelings should be allowed release. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head and met her sister's concerned eyes. "I'm afraid," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "Afraid that I might not have as much control over my powers as I like to think. I know that love thaws, Anna, but…" she searched her sister's eyes, trying to find the same worry she had harboured deep inside in Anna's eyes, but all she saw was the unfailing love that kept them close after so many years of separation. And for some reason, that same love dragged her heart down, made it heavy with the knowledge that some people might not be as fortunate as she was and have someone who cared for them as much as Anna did her and vice versa. "But what if one day, someone can't find an act of true love, or be able to carry it through? You yourself almost died because you hadn't realized your true love was with you all along! Or what if it took an act as dangerous as the one you did last summer, where you through yourself in front of Hans to save me?" Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the heart-wrenching moment where she thought she had lost her sister forever. Anna reached a hand out to soothe her, but Elsa was having none of it. She had found her argument and was on a roll. "You were damned lucky to have turned to ice the moment you did! 'Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart', as Grand Pabbie had said. He never once said that it could save your life from accidents outside a frozen heart or anything! What if you had thrown yourself in front of Hans, were still cursed, but couldn't have turned to ice in time?! You would have died, Anna! There are too many risks involved and I don't want any of that to ever happen again!" Elsa finished, chest heaving and eyes tearing from her emotional speech. "Especially not to my own people…" she whispered, hand over her mouth and eyebrows scrunched together. Anna stood still for a moment, silent and brooding, before she gently placed her pile of clothes onto the ground. Reaching over, she pulled her wreck of a sister into a tight hug, rocking her side to side and smoothing down her platinum blonde hair. Elsa made no move to push her to the side, allowing the brunette to comfort her. She was infinitely grateful that no servants had come down the hall at this point, or no passerby had overheard her rant. It would only have spurred those against her into action. She would rather have this moment with her sister, taking relief in the fact that she didn't have to face her problems alone anymore.
Anna gave her another minute before she pulled away and stepped around her to face her. "Elsa," she began, a serious expression on her face. "I know you, and I know you'll never hurt anyone. But"—she hurriedly went on, ignoring the almost sarcastic eyebrow raise and teary glare from her sister—" your worries are real, and I know they're important to both you and the kingdom. It's already an improvement that you're willing to share this with me and I cant tell you how proud and happy I am that you've decided to trust me with your concerns. So, if you're willing, Kristoff knows some…people who might be more than eager to help…"
Troll Glen (the night before)
"You're kidding me," Jack deadpans, waving his staff readily to keep some of the younger trolls from jumping on him. Unfortunately for him, the troll children were unfazed by the freezing frost he used to keep them at bay. "You meant to tell me that you called me hear on a babysitting mission?!" One of them managed to heave itself onto his back, giggling as he had to stoop over to carry it's weight while still standing. He inwardly groaned, jumping around to try to pry the stone troll off of him. The troll child found this extremely amusing and smacked his back hard with wide hands while giggling obnoxiously in his ear.
He knew they meant well and that they were kind hearted souls, but honestly, Jack had had just about enough of the no-personal-space creatures. He had landed in the glen prior to being promptly ambushed by a bunch of trembling, rolling, over-the-top excited stone trolls which he had to actively fight off of him. The troll leader, Grand Pabbie, had rolled over to Jack, bowing deeply and addressing him by his Guardian title. Jack had responded in kind, attempting to keep a diplomatic expression while trying to indiscreetly fight off the incoming trolls. The whole situation had him reminiscing the first time he had been told he was to become a guardian, only there were trolls attacking his teeth instead of less harmless and much less annoying fluttering tooth fairies. Most everything had been similar, including the part where Pabbie began leading him into the glen and suddenly telling him how happy they were to have someone who could finally teach some Snow Queen how to control Winter. As expected of unexpected situations, all Jack Frost could do was sputter in confusion before slamming the end of his staff to the ground to freeze everyone in place and demand to know exactly what in Moon's name was going on. Grand Pabbie had taken a moment to blink up at him, fuzzy eyebrows drawn together, mouth pulled into a concerned frown and asked, You mean Man in the Moon didn't give you the message? Well, it was just as I said—the ancient kingdom of Arendelle has a new queen who doesn't know how to control her Winter powers. We needed a teacher to guide her so that she doesn't end up hurting anybody. Who better to do so than the Winter Spirit himself? Which led them to the here and now.
"In case you haven't felt it around here, Burgess needs some Winter that only I can bring!" Jack argued, giving up on the troll children and going with ignoring them. "And you would be willing to leave an entire kingdom to fend for itself when it's rightful ruler cannot even control her own powers?!" Pabbie retaliated, making no move to lift the mischievous troll off of Jack's shoulders. Jack sighed, ruffling the back of his head and purposefully knocking his elbow into the troll child's shoulder. "Look, Grand Pabbie, troll king, whatever, I'm the Winter Spirit. I don't have time for rookie Snow Queens and whatnot. Sometimes, it's just best to let nature go it's course and leave the humans to find their own path. I'm a Guardian. I guard children's childhoods, I'm their Fun. This queen you're going on about? She's not covered by my depth. She's not a child anymore, and I sure as Winter am not going to mess with adulthood. So, me being her teacher? It's not going to happen. Sorry, but I've got other stuff to do."
With that, he spun on his heel, finally managing to dislodge the clingy child from his hood, and walked away from the troll's glen. He didn't look back. Not until Pabbie shouted after him.
"You know, Jack Frost, Queen Elsa of Arendelle spent nearly twenty years of her human life alone, willingly locking herself away from those she loved to protect them. She feared and believed her powers would harm others for her entire childhood. If those three hundred years of isolation you spent in your Guardian years meant anything to you at all, you would help her, Winter duties be damned. Because it doesn't matter if the natural world went into chaos. I know you, Jack Frost—I know that out of all the Guardians, you are the one who has lost the most. But out of them all, because of your loss, because of the emptiness you have experienced, you have also gained the most. So I believe, if you truly get to know her, you would also know that you wouldn't voluntarily leave her behind."
The still, silent figure that was Jack Frost remained where he stopped for a moment, before raising his staff slightly and sweeping it in front of him to create a cold, biting wind. It whipped around him, caressing his check and he readied himself to jump on. "We'll see", he replied.
And then he was gone.
Author Note:
ok, so my writing sucks and i have a lot of practice to get to but in my defense, i havent done any long, serious creative writing in years. Seriously. So, uhm, please critique. I don't even care if you say "You suck", just tell me why and what i can do better.
oh, and btw, I LOVE JELSA.
