Looking for Trolls

by The Holocron

Already sick of his first year as an immortal, Jack Frost goes to Father Time, hoping to go back and prevent his own death. Ombric makes it clear thought that he cannot undo his past, but the boy doesn't listen and throws himself into the time machine. Where will he land? And more importantly, what will he do with the new found friendship he discovers there?

1. Chapter 1

"Dear reader.

If you are a Hijack shipper go ahead and read the story. If you are like me and prefer the idea of a platonic friendship between the Frosty elf and the adorkable Viking, then read the story all the same." (PS. This story has yet to be finished and edited)

Looking for Trolls

Chapter 1

The Moon shone brightly down from the black void of the sky, causing the snow that covered the ground to glisten. It was a silent night, even the majority of animals scattered throughout the woodland remained huddled in their lodgings. A pin branch snapped sideways, the thick snow that had accumulated on it flying off as a strong wind and a lone figure sped past. Jack Frost squinted as tiny snow particles stung his face slightly as he flew across the globe. Eventually he came to the stronghold of Ombric, the Father of Time, and landed carefully, his feet patting a little as he came to a stop. He looked up at the grand building and, resting his staff on his shoulder, he carefully approached it. Jack stepped inside, the protective magic not seeing him as a threat and noted that his heart and intentions were pure. Jack walked quietly down the halls of Ombric's home, careful not to disturb anyone, stepping into the room that held the old Time Machine. Breathing deeply, but looking determined, the boy strode over to it, touching the device to invoke the magic inside it. "Going back?" a quiet voice spoke behind him and Jack gasped, turning around. Ombric stood behind him, his arms folded neatly in his robes. He walked over carefully. "Things are probably very different now for your friend."

Jack's head bobbed from side to side in an admitting gesture. "Yeah I know but, I promised him."

"You know Jack Frost from the moment I heard of you, you have confused me," Ombric said, rubbing his beard.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked.

"You came into being at the end of the sixteen hundreds...but your legend had been going around for centuries before then." Ombric said quietly, easing himself down onto a stone bench.

Jack blinked a few times and then took a cautious step forward. "Wait...you mean because I went back..." he hesitated, slowly looking up."I started my own legend?"

"It would explain your early America heritage, but not your Norwegian origins." Father Time confirmed, nodding sagely.

Jack turned away, facing the portal the time machine had made. "I'll be back,"

"Jack Frost," Ombric said, kindly, but warningly. "Be careful how much you jump into something that is not of your nature."

Jack cringed as flash backs came to his mind. A war, a darkness, and a life that sapped away his very center. He had barely escaped it. He shook his head, setting his jaw. "I'll be fine." he turned his head back to face him. "And I'll be back." With that, Jack jumped into the portal, swirling and vanishing into time.