Hello everyone!

This story uses the characters from the movies in RotBTD, and takes plot elements from both the original films and the web series, Rwby, which is why it's an AU. You do not need to watch Rwby in order to read this. Heck, you shouldn't have to watch all four movies of RotBTD either. Anyway, I hope you enjoy~!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, How to Train Your Dragon, Brave, Tangled or Rwby. All credits goes to their awesome creators.

Foreword

Legends.

Stories scattered through time.

Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting easily that we are remnants-byproducts- of a forgotten past.

Man-born from dust-was strong, wise and resourceful. But he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness-creatures of destruction: the Creatures of Grimm set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seems that the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the Void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change. And in time, man's passion, resourcefulness and ingenuity led them to the tool that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust".

With nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness. And in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly: life.

But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone, Darkness will return.

Chapter One: Jackson Overland Sapphire Frost

Alvin the Treacherous strode down the streets, a band of armed and distasteful looking Outcasts trailing behind him. Alvin's face was masked by the dim lights that lit the streets of Vale. People scurried out of the way at the mere sight of weapons. No one dared to step in their way.

The Outcast Leader had an arrogant smirk painted on his face as he headed down to a Dust Shop sitting at the end of the road. As the Outcasts swarmed the side of entrance, Alvin pushed his hand against the glass door. The bell jingled as the door swung open. Alvin and the Outcasts poured into the shop gathering around the counter at the center. The shopkeeper gasped. One of the Outcasts drew his sword and pointed it at the neck of the shopkeeper.

'Please,' the old man croaked. 'Just take my Lien and leave.'

Alvin carefully hushed the poor man. 'Calm down, we're not here for your money.' The Chief turned to his men. 'Grab the Dust.'

One kept the sword raised up against the shopkeeper as the others wandered to the chests sitting beside the walls. With the heaves of crowbars, the lids flew open with loud creaks. Inside was an array of colorful crystal ranging the shades of the rainbow.

Savage, Alvin's second in command used his bone as he pried open a one of the chests sitting in the corner of the store, forcing it's lid to smash into the wall. He was about to make a grab for the loot when he caught something in the edge of his eye. A figure in a blue sweatshirt stood at the edge of the aisle with his back turned.

Savage directed his bone bludgeon at the strange figure. 'Hey!' he called. 'You there, in the corner, hands in the air where I can see them.'

The strange person sighed as he turned around. It seemed to be a young boy, but the dark navy cowl over his head masked his facial features. He placed the wooden mug in his hand onto the nearby counter. 'I can't even enjoy a cup of yak nog around here?'

For a moment, Savage thought to have caught a glint of the boy's teeth through his mischievous grin.

Alvin was musing over the magical Dust crystals when Savage's body was sent flying beside him, crashing into the glass and out onto the pavement. Alvin rushed over and stared out the broken window. Anger seethed through him upon seeing his second in command pinned to the ground. .

The mysterious boy stood before him proudly, his foot on Savage's chest. His cowl had fallen off his head, revealing his snow white hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes. A devious grin curled up his lips. The boy reached into his sweatshirt pocket bringing out a piece of wood that quickly morphed into a large brown G-tipped staff. He shifted himself into a battle stance.

'Well this is interesting,' Alvin murmured in amusement. 'Who are you, boy?'

'Jack Frost,' the boy casually replied. His hands twirled the staff in the air for a moment before slamming the tip onto the road. A rush of wind erupted from the staff. 'And I think you fellas here owe me a free drink.'

'Okay,' said Alvin slowly. He cocked his head in Jack's direction. 'Get him.'

Within seconds, an Outcast launched himself towards the boy, sword drawn. Jack swung his staff at his opponent's legs. He felt the moment's resistance and pushed harder, sending the Outcast sprawling to the ground as his skull slammed onto the gravel streets.

Another was already running towards Jack. He swung his staff again, hitting the Outcast firmly in the crotch before proceeding to swirl up his weapon and sent a kick to the stomach. Just as the third Outcast was storming right at him, Jack waved his staff upwards, and a brilliant blue block of ice shot up from the ground, striking the Outcast on the chin. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

Alvin watched the fight with great amusement. 'Well they were useless,' he muttered while turning to Jack.

'Well, brat, I believe it has been an eventful evening. And as much as I would love to stay and chat…' Alvin brought out a dagger hidden in his belt. 'I'm afraid this is where we part ways.' The Outcast chief chucked the small blade directly at Jack's feet. The boy leaped backwards just as the blade dug itself into the floor his feet stood a split second before. The dagger turned bright crimson.

Flames exploded into the sky, just as Jack ducked his head from the force. Smoke rose up into the air, filling his nostrils. With his staff, Jack summoned some wind to blow out the fires, quickly breathing in a gulp of fresh air. Damn that Outcast.

Jack's gaze quickly landed on a building right in front of them. Hastily climbing up the ladders was Alvin. Jack brought his staff up to his eye level, pointing the G-shaped end right at Alvin. Shots of blue ice shot from the curve, landing hits against the wall beside Alvin. The Outcast snarled before hurriedly scurrying up onto the roof.

The shopkeeper was at the door, his shoulder leaning onto the doorframe. Jack gave the man a concerned expression. 'You okay if I go after the creep?'

The old man muttered an approval, and Jack leapt off the ground, thrusting himself high into the air. Using his staff to help control the wind currents, he landed on the top of an old building. His eyes darted around the rooftop for any signs of Alvin. He was gone.

Instead, Jack found another glowing dagger at his feet. He bit back a yelp of surprise.

Oh crap.

Black roots shot up from the ground, grabbing onto his legs. He struggled to pull them free, but the binds only tightened, and Jack felt his feet turn numb. A cursed escaped his lips.

His head was forcefully pushed down, his forehead hitting the ground. A loud rumble echoed in Jack's ears, quickly followed by a rush of heat. He squinted his eyes as hard as he could. As the detonation subsided, he slowly lifted his head back up. Beside him was a woman, her outfit sporting turquoise colored feathers, and she remained crouched down.

'Who are you?' Jack whispered.

The lady stood up. 'Toothiana.'

The bounds around Jack's ankles disappeared. The young boy excitedly got up to his feet, a happy go-lucky expression on his face. 'Are you a Huntress?'

Toothiana shot Jack a wary look. 'Jack Frost, is it?'

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'Your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, young man.' Toothiana's tone was stern, yet worrying. Jack couldn't help but sit there with hunched shoulders in the middle of the spotlight in an interrogation room.

Toothiana gave Jack a concerned look. 'You put yourself and others in grave danger.'

'Hey, I was just enjoying my yak nog,' Jack said in his own defense. 'They were the ones who interrupted me, and robbed the store.'

'While it was a rather noble act you attempted to pull off,' Toothiana began, earning a smile from Jack. 'You could have killed the shopkeeper and everyone in the neighborhood.'

Jack groaned.

'But,' Toothiana continued. 'There's someone here who would like to see you.'

Jack raised an eyebrow in confusion. From the shadows of the room was a large man. He had an oversized beard and seemed at least seven foot tall. With giant muscular arms and a viking helmet, Jack made a note to himself that he had to watch what he would say in front of this guy.

As Toothiana stepped out the door, the man sat down in the empty seat in front of Jack. 'Your full name, boy?'

'Jackson Overland Sapphire Frost, sir.'

'"Sapphire"?'

Jack cleared his throat. 'It's my mother's maiden name.'

'I see,' the man replied. He leaned back against the chair, and Jack almost cringed at the thought of it breaking.

'So Jack,' said the man, 'I hear from Toothiana that you summoned wind and ice while attempting to stop Alvin the Treacherous?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Where did you learn to do it?'

'My hometown is up in the cold mountains. I would train up there how to become in one with the air and the frost. It helped with survival, sir. The Dust in my staff is to help channel my Aura energy.'

'Do you have a family?'

'A sister and a mother,' said Jack.

'Your home and family is in the mountains, yet you are here in the city,' the viking figure said. 'What is it that you wish to accomplish?'

'Well,' Jack began, 'I want to become a Hunter.'

The man murmured in interest, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. 'So you want to slay monsters.'

Jack nodded. 'Yeah. All my life I've wondered why am I here. The easiest answer in this world of beasts is to fight against them. I want to become a Hunter and join the war between the humans and the dark forces. I came into town in hopes to apply for Beacon Academy.'

A small smile began to appear on the man's face. 'Do you know who I am?'

'You're Stoick the Vast,' Jack answered. 'You're the headmaster at Beacon.'

Stoick grinned. 'You want to come to my school?'

'Very much, sir.'

Stoick didn't take long to decide his answer. 'Very well.'

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Jack had been giddy all night and sleep was the last thing on his mind. It was the break of dawn and Jack didn't even feel the least bit sleepy. His hands carried a large duffel. Jack stood on a large wooden viking ship, and it had a fearsome looking wolf as a figurehead. Jack found it very intriguing.

Other teenagers around the same age as him were also piled at the docks. All of them were the new students of Beacon Academy, eager to start the new school year. Jack's eyes drifted between each and every one of them. There seemed to be over thirty teenagers on board, including himself. Jack couldn't help but wonder which one of these people would end up being on his team during his time at the Academy for the next two or so years.

His gaze was usually locked on the ever far away horizon during the journey. The world was such a large place. Jack had a feeling that he was just a small ant caught in the current that one calls "the world". But that current wasn't going to flow smoothly. Oppositions were sure to appear. And he would face them with the friends he would make at Beacon. In fact, Jack was already considering which ones he might want to befriend before the school's initiation.

A few of them caught Jack's attention. There was this tall guy who would be sitting in the corner sharpening his knife. There was a girl with a leather band across her forehead with a double bladed battle axe strapped onto her. Then there was this other girl with unusually long hair that stretched all the way down to her ankles.

Stoick the Vast stood on the bow of the ship with Toothiana at the helm. He turned to face the new faces looking back at him. 'Set sail!' he announced.

A group of men stood behind the mast, feeding large, strong torrents of air into the sails. The ship turned away from the harbor, heading out to sea. The hull skimmed the surface of the ocean, pushing away the waves. For several hours, the new students busied themselves with the magnificent view as the large expanse of water gave way to a massive canyon. The ship began losing speed as the walls of stone closed in.

It wasn't long before the entire vessel was swallowed by a thick fog. Visibility dropped to almost zero. There were confused and worried murmurs from the students. Jack had to squint his eyes in order to make out anything more than two meters in front of him.

'Fellow newcomers of Beacon Academy!' Stoick bellowed. 'Here begins your new life and Hunters and Huntresses in training. I will say that most of you will not make it through initiation tomorrow morning. But for now, I welcome you to Beacon Academy!'

All the mist suddenly disappeared. The scenery revealed a majestic cliff and at the very top, was a large structure, as if it was reaching for the heavens. Jack could feel his jaw dropping at the sheer size of the facility.

His life at Beacon Academy was only beginning…

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Well, that's all I have for chapter one. Hiccup, Merida and Rapunzel make their official appearances in the next chapter.

Thank you for even checking this story out, it means a lot to me, and is very encouraging for a writer.

~Kyra