I originally started posting this on my tumblr but I have no luck so far, only my long stories have gotten more nothes than the individual chapters, oh well.
I don't own How To Train Your Dragon nor Rise Of The Guardians, they belong to DreamWorks, Cressida Cowell, and William Joyce.
Enjoy.
Nostalgia
It was still cold. Very cold. But that made not sense, it was officially spring yet there was snow everywhere. After his family decided to move to Burgess he thought it would be warmer than Berk where winter lasted about nine months a year. He couldn't complain though, it was indeed better than Berk, where his cousins and annoying goons stayed there, although he would miss Astrid, the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen and longest crush, she was athletic, funny, and just out of his world…and she hated his guts. What good did it make having Viking heritage if he still could not make the girl of his dreams fall head over hills for him? Of course he did not look like he would come from a long lineage of Nordic warriors, he was of average height, fairly skinny, freckled face and body, green eyes, his wild auburn hair with natural red highlights which was probably the only "barbaric" thing about himself, and not a good amount of muscle (he did not look like his father at all) but he had enough to be fit and enjoy a couple of extreme sports whenever he had the chance. Many though he was crazy when he started skydiving and hang-gliding at his young age of sixteen, he actually lost part of his left leg after being crushed by a rock while trying rock-climbing once, but that didn't stop him from his other two favorite activities after he got his new prosthetic leg. He stared outside his bedroom door wondering why he still lived with his father and remembering that he was still overprotective of him and probably would still be until the day he married a good girl who could "take care" of him. He sighed and went back to sketching in his notebook, pictures of dragons and machines he once dreamed of building filled every single page so far. He went back to drawing a mythical dragon from legends, a Night Fury, according to the legends he heard, his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather rode one, being the first to tame a dragon at the age of sixteen and kept doing so even after losing his leg in battle (just like himself), a great swordsman, and most intelligent man of his time: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The Third, the same person he's named after, he was Haley "Hiccup" Horrendous Haddock The Fourth, reason as to why he was called that was due to him being a premature child, and it was traditional to name "the runt of the litter" as the people from his town called it. He sure had a lot to thank his father for countless beatings courtesy of his cousin and stupid friends. While finishing the outline of the dragon and reaching for the charcoal and chalk to finish his drawing, his eye caught a glimpse of something white and blue from outside his window and noticed how ice patterns started to form quickly on the glass and he was sure the temperature in his room began to drop. He got up from his desk to see better outside the window, but he saw nothing. That was strange, and he decided that it might have been his imagination, got back to his desk and continued to finish the drawing of the glorious beast.
Jack Frost, officially named the Guardian of Fun, was having a blast spreading the last remains of winter throughout his home town, he had about six weeks or less to finish his job there and just make sure every kid was having a good time and that the weather was reasonable, at times. When he was flying around a neighborhood he saw a light coming from a window of a two story house. It was already past midnight and the majority of kids and adults were sound asleep by Sandy's sand and having pleasant dreams. Curious as he was he went near the window and looked inside, the room had a bunch of dragon memorabilia, that being from dragon figurines to posters and drawings on the walls, even books about dragons on the shelf as far as he could tell, besides the bookshelf was a pole holding what appeared to be coats and some sort of equipment he could not identify as being part of a regular wardrobe. There on the desk was a kid, or more like an older teen, and was drawing a very detailed picture of a dragon (no joke?), fascinated by the way his hand moved with grace and how was he able to achieve such precision with his left hand, he felt as if he was drawn back to a past time, long forgotten but that made him feel nostalgic, almost as if he was familiar with the way those hands moved. He got closer to the window to see better when suddenly green eyes looked up. Without thinking, Jack moved away from the window and felt how his cheeks were getting warmer, his heart was beating fast and he did not know why, true that the guy probably didn't see him but the way those green eyes made him feel, he could not describe it, as if he had seen those same eyes somewhere before, but he could not recall where. Out of the corner of his eye he watched how the teen got closer to the window, like he was looking for him. After a couple of seconds which felt like an eternity to the spirit, the teen sat down again and continued with his drawing. Jack clamed down after that, but he stayed looking at the teen for a while more until it decided to go to bed. Something was wrong with him, why was he so curious about the teen? Why did his heart beat like crazy after seeing those green eyes? Maybe he looked like someone he once knew before turning into Jack Frost. With that thought in mind he asked the wind to take him to Tooth's palace, he needed a favor to ask.
Kind of a short first chapter with a lot to read, sorry! But if you read till the end then you'll be happy to know there are more chapters to come xD. Hope you liked it!