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NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED IN ANY OF THE USED WORK FOND WITHIN THE WORDS OF THIS FANFICTION IT'S A CROSSOVER BETWEEN FROZEN OWNED BY WALT DISNEY STUDIOS AND SOME CONTENT OF THE RISE OF THE GUARDIANS MOSTLY ABOUT JACK FROST WHICH HAPPENS TO BE OWNED BY DREAMWORKS AND THE REST IS PART OF MY IMAGINATION.
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This is in Elsa's childhood. As the story advances so does her age.
CHAPTER ONE
Little Elsa was pacing her room as she usually did at this time of the day. Just past noon and Anna had usually stopped with all the whining.
"Elsa, please, come and play with me!" Her soft, complaining voice would always come from under the door and keyhole.
Elsa's little pale hand raised from her side and hovered just above the door knob. She was tempted to agree and play with Anna but it was an exceedingly dangerous thing to do. What if something terrible like when she'd accidently frozen Anna's mind were to happen again? She couldn't risk her little sister's safety.
Elsa's hand fell to her side and she cleared her throat. Elsa tried that monotonous and rather detached tone that always made Anna to go away once and for all.
"I said, leave me alone, Anna!"
A moment of silence passed by and finally, Anna walked away. At the distance, Elsa could just hear Anna singing a song to herself.
Elsa didn't like to shout at her baby sister, it wasn't exactly an easy thing to do. Elsa hurt, but as her father said.
"Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show." Elsa muttered to herself in an attempt of self-contentment.
It was futile.
Elsa would often sit on her window seat in front of her triangle-like window and look outside. Her room was spacious and the purple color dominated the most, a circular rug expanded over the wooden floors and a massive dark wooden canopied, flower patterned and four poster bed, small shelves with few books and a few dolls to play with.
A white chimney with an everlasting fire, and logs stocked next to it. Some lamps in the walls to place candles, two white, small night tables with a vases of flowers, some paintings and cushioned chairs.
The days in the kingdom of Arendelle were usually boring in her solitary confinement but she needed to be kept away of civilization not to hurt the others. Sometimes, Elsa would play with her dolls and pretend they were her friends. She didn't have any friends of course, she couldn't out the others at risk.
There were days when she would read and reread the few books she had on her booksheves. Her favorite was one about a princess who lived in a tower.
Sometimes, Elsa would close her eyes and wish so hard for someone to understand her. Just someone to talk to. But whenever she opened her eyes there was no one but the coldness of her solitude to greet her. She had to go down to eat breakfast, a meal, an afternoon tea and dinner with her parents but it was particularly difficult to ignore her sister. At times, Anna would make funny faces at her and Elsa would smile until she caught a glimpse of her parent's disapproval stares. If Elsa feared something was her parent's disapproval, her parents reprimands. She had to be perfect, she had to be cold.
Nobody can hurt me, she would remind to herself every day. Nobody must know how I feel, how weak I am.
"How was your day darling?" The king asked his youngest. Anna's eyes always sparked with excitement whenever she narrated her solitary adventures to the king and queen of Arendelle.
"Today I made a new friend, her name is Joan and she is a warrior!" Anna squealed as she forked her food.
The queen laughed softly, the kind of way only a queen could. Amused yet elegant. Elsa was fond of her mother's laugh. Even the king smiled fondly of his daughter. "My love, how cheerfully developed imagination you have,"
The king caressed Anna's hair softly as she smiled brightly up at him. Elsa's smiled faded away when her father's fingers skimmed the platinum blonde streak in her hair. Elsa looked away quickly, fighting off the unexpectedly urge to cry. But also she tried to fight a combination of envy, nostalgia, longing and regret that swelled up in her chest. Her father never touched her affectively, it was almost rudimentary.
"Am I allowed to return to my chambers, father?" Elsa asked as she stood from her seat across from Anna. A considerably distance separating the one from the other.
The king unusual relaxed self was suddenly replaced by a deflated expression. "Of course, my love,"
Elsa walked hurriedly along the infinite maze of hallways in the castle, tears running down her cheeks.
Jack Frost had felt something as soon as he was in Arendelle's territory.
At the far, he could see the candlelit kingdom. He teetered over a pine tree branch, which as usual, froze as soon as he touched it. Also, Jack noted, the moon shone strangely bright over the little kingdom.
What could have dragged him here? He'd only came to Arendelle to froze it and that was it. Nothing more. The trolls bothered him with their silly, annoying voices and strange myths. He took his wooden staff and flew alongside the wind to the town.
Jack felt something in his insides. He was hovering the castle now, the closer he was to the castle, the stronger the sentiment grew. A warming feeling surprisingly invaded his chest and he gasped at the strange sensation. His hand rubbed his middle as if something hurt but it was totally the opposite. It had been a long time since he'd felt something warm, not even the sun could do such thing.
Had he not tried to feel the sun a thousand times? Had he not neared campfires and could not even feel a warming sensation on his fingertips?
What in the heavens was happening to him? How could he be feeling such things?
Suddenly, a flash of platinum blonde hair flashed sporadically between barred windows and concrete segments. Jack followed the little girl without even noticing.
Not until he noticed it was her…the slight warm feeling turned into a turmoil of sentiments he could not decode. Frost's staff accidentally tapped a window but he didn't worry. Nobody could hear him, nobody could see him. But the little girl stopped. Like if she had heard something. It was impossible, nobody could see him!
The ice princess felt something, a presence. Perhaps at the other end of the hallway? She stopped dead in her tracks and gave a glanced behind her.
"Hello? Anna? Is that you?"Elsa asked hopefully.
No answer came, silence followed and coldness. Elsa wiped the tears running down her cheeks with the back of her hand and hurried to her chambers.
Hidden, in the darkness, was the hooded figure. A barefoot boy with white hair and frosty blue eyes. His wooden staff tightly gripped between both of his hands. He was staring at the girl with a strange mixture of bewilderment and curiosity.
Something had dragged him here, something ice cold yet toasty warm.
Jack could feel the strange warmness rising up in his chest, he hadn't felt any semblance of warmness…not since his days as human. It was unnervingly pleasant to feel some warmness. The little platinum blonde haired girl ran to her room. But why was she crying? Was she hurt?
Jack Frost shook his head and smirked. Why is it to you dumbhead? He thought. Is not any of your business.
This was madness, Jack Frost was no babysitter. He had better things to do than decode some little girl's drama. It was probably because she had not obtained something she had wished for.
Nonetheless, Jack lingered a minute or so in the darkness, questioning himself not to or to do something about the whole affair.
But who did he fool? He could do nothing.
How could he, if he was invisible to the world?
Not knowing what to do he opted to observe the little girl for a little while.
If she lived in the castle and had a small tiara in her dresser it meant she was a princess. The princess of Arendelle. The girl cried disconsolately in her bed and Jack Frost was surprisingly saddened by the fact he could not do anything to help it. He stayed outside the girl's window until she fell asleep but even from the outside, he could observe her tear-streaked face. Confused and impotent, he wondered what could he do.
But after a long pause of consideration, the decision was made and he finally departed.
Arendelle had to be frozen for winter. Jack Frost wondered if the cold bothered the little girl, he was about to froze her hometown anyway. Jack tapped the girl's window ever so slightly with his index fingertip as a farewell, a considerable medium but beautiful snowflake formed and with a squeal that nobody was meant to hear, he left the castle and flew outside and it. Winter was about to arrive to Arendelle.
Elsa's eyes sprang open, slid from under the sheets and admired the snowed panorama that offered the view of her window. She'd hear a noise or at least she thought she'd heard a squeal of eagerness but there was nobody outside. Just a defying beautiful snowflake in her window. Elsa took the beautiful thing and hid in between the pages of her favorite book. It would melt she knew that, but she felt protective of all cold things and it was still warm outside. Elsa returned to bed and that night she dreamed of enthusiastic laughter and snow.
Elsa smiled brightly as the snowflakes fell from the heavens like tears of happiness. How lovely would it be to go outside and lie down in the snow. Elsa sighted.
Maniac pounding came from the door. "Elsa! Elsa! It's snowing outside, come and play with me. Do you want to build a snowman?"
What if she accepted? Maybe if she agreed this time and didn't even go near Anna everything could be alright.
Elsa could feel the snow calling her to go outside, irrevocably persuading her. Like an invisible yet unbreakable thread sewed to her very soul.
Elsa smiled and opened her door. But was surprised to discover that Anna wasn't there anymore. The ice princess could see her little sister walking away with their mother, the both of them holding hands and smiling at the other.
"You know Elsa is not keen of plating with you but she loves you, my love,"
Anna looked down. Elsa didn't love her, how can someone who loves you hurt you?
"Mama, do you want to build a snowman?"
The queen smiled and nodded. "And when we finish, we should go and find Elsa and tell Kai and Gerda to join us and drink some hot tea and biscuits, yes?"
Anna squealed as she and her mother walked downstairs where they found the king and who joined them.
"Where's Elsa?" He asked his wife.
The queen shook her head, her beautiful face saddened. Maybe if he went for Elsa and was present nothing bad could happen, maybe if-
A guard came trotting from the entrance. "Your highness! There is a disturbance in the courtyard,"
Elsa would be alright, she was a strong girl. His little girl was undefeatable.
Anna and the queen exited the castle and the king reluctantly followed the guards. Not before promising himself and silently making a promise to Elsa they would all be together, but a good king must care for his kingdom before of himself.
Elsa was smiling as she observed her little sister building up a snowman, snowball fighting and making snow angels with their mother.
Elsa had decided not to go outside not wanting to taint her mother and sister's moment of happiness, if she'd lose control she could lose it all.
So she stayed, looking how fun it was to play with the snow while she read a book.
Elsa gasped when the snowflake she had hidden between the pages of her book seemed to be frozen in time. Elsa smiled and put the snowflake into a necklace, so that the snowflake was a locket. Elsa smiled, the cold had never bothered her.
In the middle of the night, while everybody was asleep, Elsa was wide awake.
How could she fall asleep when the cold and the snow outside seemed to be calling her to join them.
Nobody was awake, her parents had come and kissed her goodnight.
She was tired of pretending, she wanted to be free. At least for a while.
Elsa swung her legs off the bed and slid her feet into her boots. She didn't put on a coat, she was never cold.
Cold cannot hurt me.
Elsa opened her door and gave a sideways glance in the hallway. No moors on the coast by the looks of it. Then she made her way downstairs tiptoeing and being careful not to be noticed by the guards at the entrance. In the kitchens was a small pet door intended for one of the maids dog, he was fond of persecuting the mice, once, Elsa thought it was about to bite her when the only thing the dog wanted was to lick her face.
Once Elsa had reached the stair's landing she prayed the guards to be distracted. The guards were laughing loudly at some joke and Elsa took it as her cue. She sprinted as fast as she could to the kitchens and then she was outside.
She ran. At full speed without even bothering to think about the consequences of her acts. Papa and Mama were not present to witness her rebellious behavior. She squealed loudly at the fact.
The ice princess ran deep into the forest outside the castle, the cold wind seemed to embrace her,almost like a welcome. The forest was silent, in reverence of her magnificence. Her heart pounded hard against her chest, cold air kissing her cheek. Once she reached an extensive glade she stopped.
With a mere wave of her hand snow and snowflakes sprang from her hand just like magic.
A flick of her finger and a tree was covered in snow. She could do this. She could do this!
A touch of her finger and the river froze completely. But then Elsa thought of a face, one she so wished to be sitting beside her. Anna. "Do you want to build a snowman?" Now Elsa asked. Her sister who she had almost killed once because of the mystical powers she so loved.
Elsa walked away from the river and sat down on the riverbank. Happiness vanished.
The ice princess cried. Cried for a long time. Until she screamed with desperation and stood.
I don't want to be weak! I want to be strong and tame my emotions and powers!
Elsa ran forward, only that she hadn't realized she was running on the frozen river. Elsa stopped. The ice beneath her feet had cracked and then she fell. The water so cold, like small knives cutting onto her skin, her eyes. If she froze the river she would die, in her attempts of swimming out the hole she'd made when falling, she only but fared herself away from it. But she was afraid and uncontrollable and the water around her began to froze. No. She couldn't die here. Elsa's fists tried to pound the ice but the water slowed her actions and the more she was afraid, the more the river froze.
Elsa closed her eyes, behind her eye lids she could see the moonlight saying farewell.
Feet. Above the ice. Barefoot. A staff. Cracking ice. A boy. White hair. A cold hand. No more water. Breathing. The last thing Elsa saw was a pair of frosty blue eyes and if she looked closely, a small snowflake pattern upon them…