Characters:
Jack Frost... Romeo Montague
Rapunzel Persinette... Juliet Capulet
Aster (Bunnymund)... Benvolio
Sandy... Mercutio
Flynn Rider/Eugene... Count Paris
Merida... Rosaline
Hadley (Hook-handed Thug)... Tybalt
Solestia (Queen of Corona)... Lady Capulet
Abard (King of Corona)... Lord Capulet
Toothiana... Lady Montague
North... Lord Montague
Gothel... The Nurse
Friar Pitch... Friar Lawrence
Jamie... Balthasar
Hamish Hiccup... Prince Escalus
Sampson & Gregory... Sampson & Gregory (for purposes relating to the story)
Abraham... Abraham (for purposes relating to the story)

"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Corona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife."

Act One || Scene One:

"I'll not carry anyone's load but mine own!" Sampson shouted in the square, getting a few looks from passerby's. He fixed the bag that was placed on his shoulder.

George laughed. "You're too weak to carry anyone's load!"

Sampson fluffed a bit at that. "Oh, am I? What of the Frost's?"

The second servant's eyes widened at that. "Oh really now, come - even the Frost's can't carry their own load!"

Sampson made a move of feigned fainting. "Oh - hark! Here comes the threats of Persinette!"

George dropped his own bag and pulled his sword, pretending to be a cold Frost. "Drop it now, or eat your death, you bloody livered Prance!*"

He laughed along with George. "Prance? I think you'll be the one prancing!"

"A lowly Frost should prance like this!" George could barely contain his peals as he did a small jig in the square. Other's who had looked at them strangely before now watched on in curiosity.

"A lowly Prance should shut his trap before a Frost takes his tongue and cuts his ankles."

George stopped laughing and turned to see one of the servents of the Frost estate - Abraham. Another, called Jamie stood far off behind him, watching the scene.

Sampson didn't care. He continued, dropping his bag. "Frost breathes icicles on your tips - watch your nose, audience!"

One little girl, who stood closest to Abraham, gasped a bit and backed up, staring at the taller man beside her. Abraham paid no mind to her, only glaring at the two idiots in front of him. "Nipping's not my job, but shutting the unminded is."

"Do you dare call a draw?" Sampson asked, pulling his own rapier. "Or should I bite my thumb at you?"

Abraham's face redened. "Do you bite your thumb, or your foot?"

"My thumb, good sir." And for emphasis, Sampson put his thumb in between in teeth and bit down.

The Frost servent miffed at that, and drew his own sword. "I dare do call a draw."

George, wanting no part in this, pleaded with Sampson. "Put it away and let's have a go, yes? I want to leave."

The first servant payed no mind to him, his attention focused on Abraham. The two drew closer, and their weapons clashed.

Amidst the audience of onlookers was Aster, nephew to North Frost. Not wanting this to further escalate, he drew his own rapier and jumped in the middle of the two. "Now, stop this! Fighting is-"

"Fighting is what, dear Aster?" another voice said, joining the mix. It was Hadley, a cousin of the Persinette's young daughter, Rapunzel.

"Not the answer," Aster replied, noticing the other man's drawn sword. "I'm here to keep the peace."

"Peace, you say? A Frost? Since you've come, there's been more cold than with the penguins. A 'peace' indeed." Hadley snarled at Aster.

"I will not call you names," Aster said. "Drop all our things and be on for the day."

"I hate the peace as much as I hate your last name!" Hadley attacked, using his renowned balestra.

The two fought for a bit, lunging and ducking, shifting and crying out merciless surnames (mostly on Hadley's side - Aster knew better than to partake so roughly.)

"I order peace!" Both of the fighters stopped, the original three servants no where in sight.

It was the Prince. Prince Hamish Hiccup Haddock III. Everyone took a few steps back, letting him enter. Hadley quickly put his sword away, and Aster leaned on his own.

The Prince cleared his throat. "If you do not stop so help me, I will condemn all of you to death! There has been violence for too long now! The citezens of Corona have grown weary of your hate talk and infernal fighting. If I see one more fight between the Frost and Persinette, I shall end the fighting myself with the taking of your lives!"

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"Aster!" Toothiana called out, watching as the after effects of a sudden brawl dispersed. It was utter chaos. Aster appeared - ah! Jack's loyal friend and cousin, her own nephew from her husband side.

"Hello, madame, terribly sorry you had to walk in on that," he said, his hands reaching up to tousle his pepper gray hair, a sheepish grimace placed on his mouth.

"What happened?"

"It seemed as though the Persinette servents had a bit of uh, a rumble with ours," Aster explained to her. Toothiana's gaze widened at that, her hands covering her mouth. "All is okay, however! We all came out rather unscathed."

"You don't mean you were in it?!"

"No, ma'am, but I did separate them."

She nodded her head, hands coming down to cross in front of her. "Very good, Aster."

He gave a quick nod and said, "Thank you," before going to turn away.

"Oh- Oh, Aster, would you mind.. answering a question for me?" Aster turned back to her, his eyes inquisitive. "It's just... I've been worried a tad.. about.. about Jackson."

"He's been... rather unresponsive as of late, I've noticed."

"Yes, and well... Frankly, I was wondering what you thought."

"To be quite honest, I'm not too sure. He's seemed troubled, but I have not asked him."

She sighed, almost defeatedly. "Neither have my husband or I."

Aster suddenly seemed interested in something else, and he replied, "I will find what is troubling your son, Ma'am."

Toothiana smiled at the boy. "Thank you, Aster. I will await."

"Run home, before another escapade arises." He wouldn't tell her of Hadley joining in the fight with him. No, it would break the poor mistress' heart.

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"So tell me, my friend, what has gotten into you as of late?" Aster asked, his arm roughly going around his cousin's shoulders.

Jack sighed, his eyes downcast. "It's terrible Aster," he told him. "Terrible, just terrible."

"You're so dramatic sometimes," Aster replied. "What's so terrible?"

"She's sworn off men!" Jack declared, his arms flinging up. "No suitors, no marriage, no love!" He shook his head. "I fell in love with a lass who has turned chaste."

Aster rubbed his back, "Merida?"

"Yes!"

"Well... try looking on other women, Jack! Merida isn't the only pretty lady in the universe! In fact," he told him, arm showing off the world in front of him, "I'm sure you're going to forget all about that red haired beast in a fortnight!"

"It isn't that easy," Jack grumbled, not bothering to look at the three woman grinning and waving his way. Aster gave them an apologetic smile at their own down trodded faces when Jack ignored them. "I... I think I'm in love with her."

"You said that about the four other girls before Merida. I can't even remember their names now."

He glared at his cousin. "You aren't helping much."

"Because you're not letting me help you. Let me help you forget her!"

Jack shrugged Aster's arms off his shoulders. "You can't, though! Nothing can help me now." He started walking away, eyes cast on his feet.

"You'll see Jack! I promise! You'll forget about her in no time!" Aster called after him, but Jack payed no mind. He sighed heavily, talking to himself now. "I'll help you forget about her, if it's the last thing I damn near do."

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*Prance is used a derogatory term for the Persinette family.