Disclaimer: I don't own any of this and I'm not trying to sell any of it.
AN: This is short story that popped into my head once I had finished watching RotG. It's 5 chapters long and I will be publishing the chapters as soon as I finish them; even if that's multiple chapters in a single day. Originally this was going to be a one shot but after the initial story-boarding it expanded to the need of additional chapters. I don't intend to turn this into a long series or anything because I really only wanted to express this idea but the story developed into what I shall write and present. While I haven't written the other chapters yet (I'm about to start chapter 2 once I put this up) I do know that in my head this gets friggin depressing... hopefully I can express that with written word, but because of that I do express extra want for reviews/thoughts/opinions on the story (even if it's after all 5 chapters are up) because I wanna know what ya guys think of this idea. P&T so here's the first chapter.
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Jack Frost and the Ice Queen
Chapter One: The Hated Queen
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Snow was setting lightly upon the ground of a small town I had grown fond of. After finishing a few tasks asked of me by the Big Guy in Red himself, I drifted through the wind towards that town. A lot of time had passed since that first child, Jamie, had believed in me, and now my powers were over abundant and still growing as children around the world grew to believe in me.
"It's Jack!" I could hear from their thoughts that drifted with the snow; clinging to my ears like small drops of crystallizing water.
That's right kids, I'm back.
The towns that were always in a constant winter had been going through harsh times for the past several years, and this town was no different. Warm houses held the children tightly as they rushed to the windows I decorated with my staff, hoping to step outside and see me fly by. "It really is him!" echoed through the town. "Jack Frost is here for the winter!"
I always thought that being a guardian meant playing with the kids and helping them experience the pure joys of fun. Now I know that's not the case. It's my duty to protect them from anything I can…
Even if the thing threatening their lives is my fault.
"Jack, why did you cause that large storm last year?"
"Is it really safe to play with you, Jack?"
"Mamma doesn't want me playing outside during the winter anymore. She says it's too cold and unpredictable."
"My cousin froze to death last winter… Why would you let him die?"
The children bombard me with questions after they were finally allowed outside and could come see me. It appears that the time has come to tell another generation of kids her story. I'm not looking forward to it.
"I'm not the only winter spirit in this world," I tell the awaiting children. They stay silent, eager for the story I'm about to unfold. "There's a woman who drifts through the white powder on the coldest of nights. She has many names and has been called the Snow Woman and the Ice Queen."
"Why is she so mean Jack?"
I inhale deeply and then exhale, my breath chilling the air and causing the kids to shiver as I prepare to tell them about the woman who haunts the winter and freezes the air well below zero.
