Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be nice! Just and FYI: The character's personalities will NOT match up with the way they were in Frozen and Rise of the Guardians. Also, I found the cover art for this story, and I liked the concept of a Mr. & Mrs. Frost, but it will NOT follow the story line of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. With all that said, enjoy!
Prologue
Elsa looked around sullenly, then at her gloved hands, and then finally to the watch on her wrist. It read 4:30 p.m.
Late as always, she thought, frowning at the fact that her informant was again, M.I.A.
The waiter came back over to her table. He was probably in his mid-twenties, and by all means, cute. He had shaggy blonde hair that framed soft brown eyes and an adorable face. He looked at her nervously.
"Would you like some more tea?"
She pursed her lips. If an informant is normally this late, they were either dead or not coming at all. There really was absolutely no point in waiting any longer.
"I'll take my check, if you wouldn't mind," she said.
"Coming right up, ma'am," he said with eager brown eyes.
Her eyes left his face then slowly scanned the crowd of people. No one looked to be walking towards her anytime soon, or even glancing in her direction. She sighed, knowing that her supervisor would be pissed about yet another no show.
The waiter boy came back, and laid the little black bill book on her table. He mumbled something along the lines of, "Have a nice day." She frowned at the sudden falter in his personality. He had been so nice to her the entire time she had been waiting. Then she opened bill book and saw why he had become so nervous. He'd written his number on the receipt, along with "Call me" and a winky face. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a smug smile. She put cash in the bill book, waved the waiter back over and gave it to him. He hurried away with a red face.
She smiled, but this time it was because she was laughing mentally at how scared the poor man was. He came back with the change, and started to talk to her.
"So I, um, was wondering if you, um, saw my message on the receipt?" he said, looking at her nervously.
"I did actually," she said pleasantly.
"Well would you, um, like to go on a, um, date with me?" he asked, grabbing the back of his neck.
She opened her mouth to decline his offer nicely, but before she could, a voice stopped her.
"I don't think my girlfriend would like to go on a date with anyone but me," a man said, sliding into the chair across from her.
She looked at him, immediately knowing this was her informant, and she was impressed. He had to be at least 6'5", and he radiated masculinity. He had on black suit pants and a white dress shirt, which let her see the ropes of lean muscle that wrapped around his abdomen. But his face is what impressed her the most. It was chiseled with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones that were partially covered with sunglasses, and then, the most surprising part of him, was the crop of white hair that hung down in his face with that "I just rolled out of bed but I still look sexy as all hell" style.
She looked back at the waiter.
"Sorry, he was at a business meeting that ran late."
The waiter looked at the informant, saw his size, nodded, and practically ran the other way.
Then she glanced up at her informant. "I believe you have information to give me?" She asked, drawing out the words.
"That can wait," he said, taking off his sunglasses, revealing the most amazing blue eyes. He winked. "For now, I have to act like your boyfriend for five minutes so that damned waiter doesn't get annoying."
She pursed her lips. "You were late in the first place. Tell me the information I need, and then I have to leave."
"Don't be so uptight," he replied, nonchalantly. "Here, how about I introduce myself. The name is Jack Frost."
She chuckled. "Jack frost? As in the winter fairytale spirit? You've got to be kidding me," she finished, rolling her eyes.
"What can I say? My parents had quite the sense of humor," he said. "And your name is…?"
"Elsa Winters," she said. "Now that we're best friends, do you have the papers?"
"We're actually going to have to go back to my apartment to get them."
She felt the scowl appear on her face. "Really? I'm on a time frame."
"If I learned anything about the CIA for my years helping them, it's that their time frames are always adjustable."
Her jaw tightened. "Fine, but we need to be fast about it."
He smiled, and then got up from the table, offering her a gloved hand. She took it, but couldn't help but think about how strange it was that he was wearing gloves in the middle of summer. She was too, but she had her reasons.
He took her over to a white Audi R8, and opened a door for her.
Elsa eyed the car cautiously. "A bit flashy aren't we?" she said.
"People know I'm rich around here, so there's no need to hide it."
She nodded to him, and got into the car. The interior was all black, the complete opposite of the outside. Jack slid into the seat next to her, turned on the engine, and hit the gas pedal.
She was thrown back flush against her seat. He waved through the streets of downtown Montreal at speeds that made her nervous. She saw him glance at her, and her nervous face. That set a smirk on his lips. "A bit scared, are we?"
"Nah. The fact that you're a crazy ego maniac makes me feel reassured," she replied sarcastically.
From that she got a full fledged smile from him, teeth and all. "I'm not an ego maniac. I'm just too confident for everyone's taste."
"The fact that you said everyone's taste proves that you need to dial it down a notch."
"Thanks, but no thanks," he said, and she didn't say a word.
They finally arrived at a building, which was called Le Cartier Apartments. Jack parked in a private garage near it, and then lead her to an elevator which he opened with keys. They went in, and he pressed the penthouse button. The elevator started upwards, and soon it opened with a ding. Jack walked in, with Elsa trailing slowly behind him. Something felt off.
As she crept into the apartment, they first arrived in the living room. They turned the corner, and she saw a spacious kitchen, with two masked men, holding guns. The men looked up, saw them, and started firing.
"Jack!" Elsa yelled. He didn't respond, so she grabbed him and pulled him back around the corner.
She grabbed for her gun under her arm, where she always hides it, and cursed herself mentally. She hadn't put it on this morning because she had been told there was no need for it.
"Elsa, c'mon," Jack said. He grabbed her arm and led her through a series of hallways in the apartment. Apparently it was huge.
He took her into a movie theatre, and sat her down behind the chairs.
"This is the best you could do?" Elsa hissed at him.
"Under the circumstances, yes," he said calmly.
Then she heard it. The men were in the hallway, kicking in doors. She widened her eyes and looked at Jack, whose face was turned down into a frown. She couldn't let him die, but she didn't have a weapon. She knew she was out of her mind, but she slid off her gloves, preparing for a fight.
One of the men kicked the door in, and came in with heavy footsteps. Then he grumbled an, "All clear," to his partner, and the footsteps went further down the hallway. She sighed, and slowly got up from her crouch behind the couch. Jack followed her. She was about to turn around, but she heard a click of gun that was about to be fired.
Before she could think what she was doing, her palms started swirling with a blue power.
"Jack, when I say run, I need you to get us out of here," she said lowly. Jack glanced in her direction, signaling he had heard her.
That's when she turned quickly, spewing ice shards from the palm of her hand.
"JACK, RUN!" she said, and they both sprinted for the door. Elsa was following him until she was tackled to the ground by one of the men.
"What the hell are you, you little bitch?" he snarled, holding a gun to her head.
She didn't say anything. Her body tensed as he cocked the gun, and she knew she was about to die.
"Fine, let's go ahead and rid the world of you, bitch," he said. She could feel the cold smile that was plastered on his face.
Just as she was about to die, an object flew past her head, and thudded into the man. She turned around and saw an icicle protruding from his chest, along with crimson around it. Jack grabbed her arm, saying, "Let's go!"
She couldn't help but notice how cold his skin was compared to hers.
He brought her down the hallway they had come up before, and finally lead her to the elevator. He pushed the button for it to come, and they both stood there, waiting.
Then the other masked man appeared. Jack grabbed her hand, and ran her out of the door of one of the side doors of the apartment, which lead to a stairwell.
"Jack this is a skyscraper," Elsa said. Stairs would take to long and be too dangerous.
"You have a better idea?" he said quickly, then he pushed her towards the stairs, and she started running down them. As the descended, she heard the door to the apartment bang open. She ran faster with Jack at her heels. The man started firing down the stairwell, trying to hit them. Elsa pressed herself up against the outer wall, trying to avoid the gunfire.
When the finally made it to the lobby, Elsa was exhausted. Jack grabbed her hand, and turned left and led her through yet another door, which lead back to his private garage. He pulled his keys to the Audi R8, unlocked it, and yelled, "Get in."
Just as she grabbed the handle, the door to the garage banged open, and the masked man came into the room. Elsa got in, and slammed the door shut. "Jack, drive. Fast," she said loudly.
Just as Jack shifted the car into reverse, bullets pelted the back windshield, splintering it. Jack shifted the car back into drive, and peeled out. By the time they hit the edge of the garage, they had already hit 60 miles per hour.
Elsa took a deep breath, and slouched. What the hell just happened? she thought. Why were those men in Jack's apartment?
Finally, she voiced her question out loud. "Jack, who were those men?"
"They're part of the gang I've been tracking for the CIA. In other words, they're who I've been tracking for your people," he said quietly.
"So they caught on to you finally?"
"Obviously."
She took a deep breath, and let it out. Her breath clouded in front of her, and it was then she noticed the drop in temperature. She looked over at Jack. He had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and patterns of frost were edging around his hands, and spreading across the rest of the wheel.
"You want to calm down?" she said to him, gesturing to his hands.
"I could ask you the same thing," he replied curtly, looking down at her hands. She finally realized that shards of ice were gathering around the edges of the seat she was gripping. She let go and breathed deeply, and the ice shards disappeared.
"We need to head straight for the border. Get back into the United States and get you into the Witness Protection Program. You and your family," Elsa said quietly. "Right now, your safety is the most important thing to the CIA."
"There are a few things you need to get straight," Jack said in a calmly menacing voice. "One: I don't have a family to protect, so no need to even try. Two: I'm not relocating to the United States. Montreal is my home, and I'm going to fight for it."
"Jack, that's not a very smart―"
"I don't care what's smart!" he said loudly. "I helped you guys. I was a top informant for a country I didn't even call home! I don't want to call it home anytime soon. Montreal is where I live, and I'm not going to leave it that easily!"
"Jack," Elsa started, taking one of his hands. "I know that's your home, but you have someone here who will help you. I had to leave my home when I was young, and I found a place in United States to. And plus, you have someone like you to get you through it."
He was silent for a moment. Then the frost around the steering wheel disappeared, and his posture relaxed. He said, "Thank you Elsa."
"You're welcome, Jack."
Flurries started to fall in the small car as he gave her the tiniest of smiles. "Let's go find me a new home."