Hi everyone!:D this is my very, very first fan fiction. I'm so happy to join the Rise of the Guardians fanfic family :) My vocabulary and grammar is pretty bad, so please excuse me for that. Also, I'm a crazy Jack Frost fangirl so I just had to write a fanfic with him in it!
Enjoy!
Jack stumbled as he tried to get control of his staff.
"Come on, steady now..." he gripped his staff tightly, and resisted being lifted off the ground by the wind automatically without his permission.
Jack had been...well Jack Frost for the past few weeks. He had spent most of his time figuring out how his staff worked, and the powers it held. Sometimes, he would be lifted off the ground by the wind without warning, sending him flying in the air, falling back onto the ground with a loud thud.
It was yet another regular night, and he strolled around the village of Bugress, getting used to the fact that no one could see him. He didn't understand why he was Jack Frost, but the Man In Moon would never answer him. The village was quiet that night, and no one was outside. It was unusually cold that night, probably because Jack had accidentally activated something extra powerful in his staff that day. Before he returned to his tree by the lake, he decided to check on some of the villagers' houses. Most of them had families, happily snuggling by the fireplace, or enjoying meals at the table.
However, there was one home that was particularly quiet. No smoke came out of the chimney, and not a sound escaped from the house in any way. It was strange, but this family had stayed that way for days. Hardly anyone but a burly man came out occasionally, and late at night, he would hear the faint sound of weeping.
That night, he decided to check on one of the windows of that house. Peeking through a small space between the curtains, he managed to make out a small room. There were two beds. Two pairs of ice skates hung at the door, one much larger than the other. He scanned the room some more, and looking at the walls, he saw several pieces of paper with doodles on the wall, looking as though they were done by a young child. He decided to take a closer look.
At first, flowery-patterned frost formed on the glass as his fingertips touched the window. He gently pushed open the window, and crept in, careful not to disturb the sleeping figure in one of the beds. He was invisible anyway. He looked at the drawings, and a smile spread across his lips. Most of the drawings had a little girl and an older boy in them, mostly depicting them playing in the snow. He squinted at more of the drawings, and noticed a small card.
"Dear Emma," Jack read aloud. "Happy Birthday! I hope you like these skates, I even had your name engraved on the blade. Love you, signed...Your Big Brother."
Jack let out a soft chuckle under his breath as a small breeze blew into the room. Jack turned around, and saw the blankets of the bed, with the child lying in it, fly off slightly. He frowned and looked at the bed. Something was wrong. Pillows? There wasn't anyone in the bed. It was just pillows!
Suddenly, he heard the crunch of someone stepping onto the snow outside. Jack craned his neck out the window, and was surprised to see someone, in fact, a little girl heading towards the lake.
Yay! Pretty short, but that's one chapter. Tell me what you think! Helpful criticism would be nice :) this is probably going to be short, maybe a couple of chapters more? Thanks for reading! :D