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This is my second Jelsa fan fiction. You can also check out my other one: "Taking Chances". Anyways, this story was just a plot bunny that came on my mind after watching the 1992 film, The Cutting Edge. I wanted to wait until I reach the middle of my other story, but I just couldn't resist writing this one. The storyline won't be similar, I assure you that, because its only an inspiration.

I really do hope you'll enjoy this story! Don't be afraid to write a review, or to give it a favorite or a follow. Criticisms and compliments are welcomed.

So here's the prologue, ENJOY!

**DISCLAIMER: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, Frozen, Disney, Dreamworks or any other movie/characters that would be mentioned in this story.**

On Thin Ice

Prologue

There were 10 seconds left into the game. It was the 3rd period, and each player was intently listening to the last game strategy of the night. Jack's breath was jagged as it escaped his lips in small white puffs of air due to the frigid atmosphere of the ice rink. The coach finished his instructions before giving the team a shout of motivation. They separated and the 6 players stepped onto the barely smooth ice; 5 behind the blue offense line and 1 goaltender in front of their goal line. Jack was still trying to process the game strategy; the coach granted him the opportunity to slide the puck to the net for the winning point. He wanted to win, not only for his own pleasure, but for the sake of his team, his coach and his family. He was the team captain after all, and it would be nice to let his coach have a taste of victory before retirement.

Jack took a deep breath at the thought, before positioning himself for the start of the game. The buzzer signaled the game to begin, making the player in the center handle the puck. The player did as he was told, passing the puck to Jack right after. 5 seconds were left. He glided on the ice at the speed of light as his teammates defended him from the opposing team's players. By the time he was by the net, his heart rate quickened and cheers of the audience grew louder and louder. Jack swung the puck directly to the net, aiming for the open area that wasn't being guarded by the opposing goaltender. He took pride for the final shot, but the next thing that happened took him in by surprise. Two of the opposing team's members charged at him, making him fall hard on the ice. Jack was knocked out of consciousness by the time the final buzzer rang. The crowd supporting Jack's team gasped at the sight of Jack out cold and the victory of the enemy.

Jack woke up to a throbbing headache. The smell of antibiotics and painkillers wrapped around the atmosphere, making his situation worse. He took in his surroundings and realized that he was in a hospital room. Why am I in the hospital?, he thought, rubbing his forehead in pain as he tried to remember the previous events. As he pondered, he heard a sob cut through the silence. Jack looked at the source and realized that his mother was the one breaking out into sobs as his sister, Pippa, rubbed her back in comfort.

"Mom, you alright?" He asked, anxiousness twining the timbre of his deep baritone.

His mother's and sister's head snapped up, a look of solace staining her eyes as they stared at Jack. She immediately got up from her seat and approached him on the hospital bed, eagerly wrapping her arms tightly around her son's injured stature. Translucent tears of joy escaped her eyes as she hugged Jack. "I'm so glad that you're alright. I was so worried." her voice cracking at how relieved she was. "Pippa, could you get the doctor and tell him that Jack's conscious?" his mother instructed his little sister. She nodded and left the dull white hospital room to go get the physician responsible for his medical condition.

Jack smiled at his mother as she let go of the warm hug. His mien altering to curiosity for the reason that he was lying on an hardly comfortable hospital bed. "What exactly happened to me?"

She looked at him with saddened eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking in a strained vocal. "When you hit the puck, it didn't go through. Your team lost..." she trailed her voice, knowing that the information will somehow affect him. Jack closed his and took a deep breath before gesturing her to go on. "Two members from the opposing team charged at you, making your head have a hard blow when it hit the ice. It left you unconscious for a week. The impact of the player also made you lose your balance, fracturing your left knee and dislocating your right wrist."

As soon as Jack heard the words that came out of his mother's mouth, he looked at his fractured leg and wrist that had multiple layers of white bandages wrapped around the damaged area. He stared at them with disbelief and sorrow. How was he going to play now? His left knee helps him balance, while his right wrist was his hockey stick hand. Jack snapped out of his stupor when a mid-30s woman, dressed in the usual hospital scrubs, came in the room with Pippa following suit. The physician checked his vitals and asked him some questions regarding his state of being.

"Will I still be able to play?" Jack asked, desperate to know if his injuries will affect his hockey life.

The physician took a deep breath before looking at him with distressed eyes. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Frost."

Jack looked at him, eyes widened in shock. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Frost." she apologized. "If you continue playing hockey sooner, your ailment will likely lead to physical infirmity. I apologize, but the only solution is to stop." the physician, Dr. McStuffins, reasoned with him, laying him an admonition.

"How long do I have to stop playing?" said Jack, acknowledging that he could still play at some point for the injury won't last long.

Dr. McStuffins stared at him with a small smile, amused that this boy was desperate and determined to continue playing his favorite sport. "Probably a year or two, considering how rough the impact was."

Jack nodded in understanding. He was sporting an anticipated grin with hope glinting in his icy blue eyes. He was confident that he will get to play hockey once again. Jack was given an aspiration to continue that time, but things weren't so thoughtful of him.

When he got out of the hospital three days after, he went to visit his teammates and his new coach. He expected to be greeted with positivity for his wellness, but instead he got the opposite. They told him that he was unbefitting of playing hockey and unworthy to them for being a cripple. Jack tried to move on and look for another team, but everyone rejected him like he was someone invisible. This shattered him, inside and out. His ambition was to become a professional hockey player, while his dream was to play in the Olympics with the best hockey players in the USA. That was what he wanted to do in the future, but it was now just shattered pieces that will never be put back together. Jack gave up on his dreams and lived life being someone who lives in solitude and is invisible to anyone, except for the ones who still believed that he had potential in this world. He loved the support he was given, but it never strengthened him to go on. Let's just say that it was just the start for Jack.

Elsa perfectly landed her triple axel, striking her final pose right after. She smiled at herself for landing the jump that she's been working on for weeks. Anna's cheers and applause for her performance could be heard from the bleachers of the empty rink. Elsa got off the ice and headed for her small duffle bag, near Anna, that had her skate guards, water bottle, face towel and her white tennis shoes inside. Her younger sister approached Elsa as she took off her skates and tied on her new pair of shoes.

"You were so good, Elsa." Anna exclaimed, an optimistic tonality lingering her voice. "Mama'll be so proud of you for landing that triple axel."

Elsa grinned at her. "I hope she will. I'm planning to show her after her and Papa's business trip to Italy." Elsa said, a hopeful twinkle shining in her sapphire eyes.

"Speaking of which, why don't we get going home and Skype them? I'm sure their plane has landed by now." Anna said, hastily standing up and heading for the rink's exit.

"Hey! Wait up!" Elsa shouted, immediately grabbing her duffle bag and sprinting to the direction her sister took.

They happily chased each other to their family's white SUV, not knowing the tragic news they were about to receive at home.

Elsa and Anna opened their home's front door, laughing and giggling at a terrible joke Anna said. They stopped their hilarity when they see their tear-stricken Aunt Primrose and Uncle Thomas Corona seated on their white leather couch. Their aunt and uncle looked at them with pain and sorrow tainting their eyes. Elsa was the first one to find her composure before asking what was wrong.

"Uncle Thomas? Aunt Primrose? What's the matter?"

The couple looked at each other before agreeing to break the news to their young nieces. "It's about your parents." Uncle Thomas was the first to speak, his voice cracking at each syllable.

"What about them?" Anna spoke slowly, narrowing her eyes in curiosity and wariness.

Aunt Primrose took a deep breath before speaking, her voice hitching in her throat. "They're gone. Their plane crashed on their way to Italy due to a thunderstorm and there were no survivors. It happened 4 hours ago but we only found out about the news about 2 hours ago."

Elsa and Anna stared at them with transparent drops escaping their eyes. While Anna remained still as the tears flowed out of her eyes, Elsa dropped her bag and broke down on the floor. This can't be happening., she thought, translucent tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Elsa couldn't help but let her tears fall and her emotions out. Wanting to be secluded, she swiftly dashed to the stairs and headed to her bedroom. Elsa got in her winter-like bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it after.

Her tears just keep betraying her as it gushed out of her eyes. She had no choice but to recite her childhood mantra that managed to keep her calm in atrocious situations such as this. 'Conceal it. Don't feel it. Don't let it show.' she repeated in her mind to keep her emotions tranquil. As soon as she was calm, she stood up and sat on her bed as she stared at the photo on her bedside table, neatly framed in a mahogany picture frame. It was of her mother and father teaching her and Anna how to ice skate when she was 6 and Anna was 3. Elsa softly smiled at the memory the photo brought, taking it and holding it close to her chest as a couple of tears coursed down her cheeks.

Elsa loves skating because she likes the freedom she feels when gliding through the smooth surface of the ice, but she didn't want to feel the pain of the memories of her parents that skating brought her. That's why she gave it up. From that day on, she stopped figure skating and going near an ice rink or a pair of skates. Elsa built up barriers to keep herself isolated from others and she started to become temperamental to the new people she meets. Her aspiration of becoming a champion figure skater and her dream of being in the Olympics has become but a flimsy piece of broken glass that's doubting whether to stay with Elsa or to abandon her forever. She gave up on those desires and stayed locked up behind the walls she built. Elsa didn't know, but the tragedy on that day was just a mere beginning for her.

All of that happened 3 years ago...just before they met by a twist of fate.

Soooo, do you guys like it? I really hope you do. I was inspired and it lead me to write. I'll admit that I'm so excited to write this, but I'm actually having second thoughts about this story because it might not be good enough. Should I continue it? Or, not? Please give me your answers.

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