Frozen/Rise of the Guardians
I always wanted to write one of these.
Space – 2A; Snow
Word Count: 548
Bonus Challenges: New Fandom Smell; Second Verse (Mermaid)
Stacked With: Winter Bingo; WIBI; Lessons Learned
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For his one hundredth anniversary of being Jack Frost, Jack decided to celebrate. This meant snow in places where it wouldn't normally snow. At least, not the type of snow that someone could have fun in. Sure, it made a few of the sprites he ran into a little upset, but it was all for a good cause!
The wind understood and carried him to the Southern Isles. Laughing jovially, Jack iced the houses and streets before causing big, fat flakes the size of a horses eye to fall from the sky. If they didn't have something cold to fall on, they would melt too fast.
As the snow accumulated, children and even some adults ran outside to admire Jack's handiwork. It was actually one of his best if he said so himself. People were more appreciative of snow if they didn't get to experience it that often.
"You're welcome," he said and skated through the streets depositing snowballs for the fights, cackling as he threw some himself to get the fun started.
Eventually, he ended up at the large palace by the sea. In the courtyard were twelve boys building snow forts and throwing snowballs having the most wonderful time.
"Now here are some people who know how to have fun," Jack said, landing to enjoy the view.
A thirteenth boy ran out, bundled up so much that he had trouble walking.
"I want to play!" he said. "Johann, can I join your team?"
"Did someone hear something?" Johann asked.
"Nope," another chimed. "Must've been the wind."
"Guys, it's Hans," said a third brother.
"Get with the program, Milo," Johann scoffed, hurling a snowball at his brother.
Milo spluttered. "Oh! Right! Er- go away, Hans. You're too little to be any good anyway."
Crestfallen, the little boy let his handful of snow fall to the ground.
"I'm not invisible!" he shouted. "And I could beat all of you in a snowball fight by myself!"
"That's the spirit, kid," said Jack, his heart going out to the young prince. He knew what it was like to be invisible. He didn't know much about royalty, but he knew that thirteen sons could breed bad blood.
Not if he had anything to do with it.
Jack leapt down from his perch and landed beside Hans.
"Alright, kid," he said tapping the crook of his staff against the ground. "We need to get you some coverage and ammo."
The wind blew a wall of snow around the young boy as he ducked down to get some of the snow balls. Jack assisted in guiding the snowballs to hit each one of his brothers, throwing a few himself for good measure.
"Alright, Hans!" Milo shouted, taking off to join his team.
Jack grinned and spread the fun to the rest of the brothers until they were all laughing with glee rather than malice.
"Looks like my work here is done," said Jack.
Something shiny caught his eye and he saw an odd looking snowflake so clear it almost appeared to be made of glass. Blowing on it, he twirled his staff and called for wind to take him away. He never got a chance to see that odd-looking snowflake blow into Hans's eye and the smile slide off the young prince's face.