Yes, yes i know. It's been awhile(except that other short). To be honest i haven't been busy, i haven't been preoccupied I just haven't felt that same drive to write(Even this took me a few days and it's only a little more than my other chapters that i wrote in an hour or two), haven't seen a movie or show that i felt i could do justice with a fanfic, and i still don't believe I am doing these two movies justice. But damn it who cares. I'm in my final year of high school now, last semester and all. I going away for college after it's all over and i hope that i can feel that drive again. I think this is a decent idea that i just kinda want to run with and see how it goes. I'm excited to be back into this. I would love to see reviews to find out the opinions of anyone who dained to read this trash, I try to get back to people and reply to reviews with PMs but if want to be anonymous or are a guest i'll just write a review back to you. I hope people stick with me on this one cause it's going to be a bumpy ride as i get back into the swing of things.So, an idea popped into my head after rematching rotg, and well here's what I made of it.(bonus cool points to first person who can figure out the idea I had.) Also, Link to the page where i go the cover art is here: jia627/jack-frost-elsa/
"Hey Wind, you ever get lonely?" Jack muttered, sitting atop the ruins of a what he could only assume was some sort of large stone structure. The clouds over head rolled with thunder and lightning streaked across the sky. The wind howled as it ripped through Jack's white hair. "Ya, thought so." Jack muttered again. "It's been 109 years, starting tomorrow." He let himself slip from his seat atop the the icy stones. "take me away from here old friend."
The wind picked up, Jack hooked his staff around his neck and shoved his hands inside his cloak. The familiar brown leather cloak made him feel comfortable, but there was still the longing of being seen, the need for someone. Anyone. To believe in him. He longed for the feeling another person's touch. The wind toppled him, turned him, spun him around before dropping him at a large gated wall. "What's going on here?" Jack muttered. Snow fell in uneven clumps of flakes that seemed to fall in staggered and rise before impacting the snow covered ground. "Well, i'm not doing this." Jack uncrooked his staff from his neck and shot a glittering deep blue snowflake into the unnatural snow. But nothing happened. "Well that's far from a good thing. Wind take me to the source?" A gust of wind lifted him slightly off his feet before putting him back on the ground.
"Well i guess i'm on my own, thanks anyway." Jack walked through the sallyport and into a hustling bustling town despite the strange precipitation. He ghosted through the crowd sending chills through the poor people who couldn't see him. Not that he cared, they didn't believe in him anyway so why should he care. He took in all the sounds of the people " I hope the queen is alright."
"The ice pickers better get back soon, lookin to be a blizzard."
"Jack Frost must be having a day, geez!" Jack swung his staff at the man. Knowing full well that it would do nothing but give him a slight chill. Jack grunted but pressed on, pushing into the middle of the city. A ice covered fountain, adorned the middle of the square of shops and small carts selling small trinkets.
"The queen should be due anyday now! Finally an heir!"
"Oi, what do you call a-" Jack shut out the sound, a trick he learned over the years. Stupid people, maybe the royal people will know more. "Wind, take me into the castle." The wind picked up, knocking over a small cart of small trinkets, it pulled him up and into a open window in the castle and placed him into a corridor, before he could even react a loud shrilling cry split the air. He followed the sound before he even realised that his feet were moving. His bare feet thudded against the hard stone floor, sending echos that only he could hear. Why is this place so empty, shouldn't there be servants or something? He sprinted through the halls and yet he didn't have to pass through anyone.
He stopped before a large wooden door with gold metal adorning the edges. Royal Chambers was stamped into a plaque on the wall next to the door. He reached for the handle, another loud scream, well I guess I'm in the right place. He cracked the door open and slid inside. The room was a mad house, servants ran around the room grabbing towels and buckets. One person lay on the bed, legs up and spread out, another women sat at the edge of the bed, just past the others legs. A man kneeled at the side of the bed gripping the laying woman's hand, he grunted as the women let out another scream. "That's it your highness, just a little more. You're doing great, I need you to push just a little more." The women at the end of the bed spoke calmly.
"I'm giving it all i've got Martha!" The other women shouted, presumably the queen.
"Well keep it up for a little longer." Martha said, keeping as calm as possible.
"Honey, you're crushing my hand!" Judging from the surroundings, he must be the king. His only reply was one last scream of pain, as the queen finally pushed out her baby. Immediately she fell limp, "Iduna!" A edge of panic catching in his voice.
"Oh she's fine Agnarr. You'd be tired to if you had to push a child out of you." Martha chuckled, a servant quickly brought her a towel and bucket of water. Jack moved closer now that the commotion had died down. Something seemed to draw him closer, a strange attachment to this new born child. He peeked over Martha's shoulder to see her wiping away some of the blood and fluid from the baby's head, Jack was very thankful that he couldn't throw up, yet he still felt queasy.
He looked at the baby girl. Her skin was a dark blue and he felt… cold looking at her. A deep rooted feeling of pure cold strait through his core. He didn't notice his hand had started to reach out for the child till it came into his view through Martha, who didn't even so much as shiver at his presents. "Agnarr, something is wrong." Her voice was hard, calm, and fierce, all at the same time. "She isn't warming up, and her skin is not supposed to be this blue. Someone get me warmer water!" Her tone changed when addressing the servants, all business.
It doesn't matter what they do, she will die. He sighed a deep sigh and turned around. JACK! A haunting whisper, hanging on the a in his name for a full second. He stopped dead, not again. That haunting voice, always calling to him, happy and high pitcher, but sounded hollow and far away. Always just slightly out of reach. Jack. That's all it ever said, just as far away as always. Long ago he accepted that it was just a nuisance, another problem with his immortality, the voice he couldn't ever reach, he chased it around the world, shook his head and moved forward, back at the door to leave, he had no business here anymore. You can save her! He stopped again. The same voice but different, closer yet farther away. So far out of reach yet clearer than ever before.
A haunting fear took held him fast, the panicking room seemed to melt away. He was back at that lake a hundred years ago. You can save her! That night he awoke, the night that he was pulled from the water into the hell that he lives through each day. The constant pain of being invisible to everyone, never to be noticed or believed in, never to feel the touch of another person.
The quietest sound out of the entire hustle and bustle of the room, a soft coughing, snapped him out of his trance. Jack! The haunting voice beckoned him back to the child. Slow at first, but gaining speed he turned, creating a glowing snowflake in his hands. "I hope this dosen't hurt."
He brought his flake to his mouth and with a mighty puff he sent it flying across the small gap. It twisted and turned around through the air and around Martha's shoulder, landing perfectly on the baby's forehead. Someone screamed as ice started spreading out along away from the sight of the snowflake. Martha swore under her breath and set the baby down on the covers, she made the sign of the cross on her chest. A thin layer of ice spread out until it ran along every part of her tiny body. What have I done? Jack thought, but the ice seemed to be helping. Bringing the pale color back to the baby's skin. The servants stared, mouth agape, as the ice receded back to the flake. Than disappeared. The baby coughed a few times, then sneezed, ice crystals came out of her nose and she started bawling.
Martha immediately scooped the baby back into her arms and began to check her over muttering blessings and thanks. The king shed a happy tear. Not knowing how to react Jack stood. I did it. She's alive! He put his moved forward and rubbed the baby's head, his hand rubbed away some of the drying water droplets from the ice. Wait. He pulled his hand back, pushed it through Martha's head, she shook her head slowly but for the most part didn't react, than placed his hand on the baby's head again. His hand rested on her head. He could feel that same core gripping cold grab his chest. "Well are you going to name her, or are we going to have to sit here till the queen wakes up?" Martha chuckled.
"Elsa." Agnarr spoke, his voice almost beaking. Jack put his thumb in her hand, I think I should stay here for awhile.