Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Gaurdians. All characters and main story plot belong to William Joyce and Dreamworks pictures. This is just my take on the story and a few scenes that I will be adding later.
A/N: My first FanFic ever! I loved this movie so much I had to write something about it. I appreciate constructive critisism and will take any advice to heart. This is a chance to test my own writing skills and improve on them. I don't really have a plan for the story right now, I'll just see how it goes.
Chapter 1, An Evening of Firsts
A lone figure floated, suspended in the murky depths. The moonlight poured into the water, its beams scattered by the thick ice covering the small lake. When the moonbeams reached the floating figure, it slowly began to rise toward the soft light.
"Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark and it was cold and I was scared."
White hair drifted freely in the water as the figure continued to rise. Ice blue eyes blinking open for the first time to see the gentle light of the moon beckoning.
"But then, then I saw the moon. It was so big, it was so bright! It seemed to chase the darkness away."
The ice crumbled away and smoothly slid to the side to allow passage for the newborn being. A boy, no older than eighteen emerged from the lake and took his first gasping breath.
"And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore."
The boy continued to rise toward the moon as the fear and uncertainty faded away. The moon, reassured by the look of peace on the boy's face, gently set the boy down on the icy surface of the lake. Tendrils of frost reached out and curled around the surface of the ice as the boy's feet touched the frozen surface, resealing the hole he had risen from.
The boy looked curiously at his own thin and pale hands, he tentatively touched his own cloak; all of it unfamiliar. He looked up expectantly at the moon, seeking answers.
"Why I was there and what I was meant to do, I didn't even know, and part of me wonders if I ever will."
You are Jack Frost, child of winter.
The boy gives a small smile in response. He takes his first uncertain step and slips a little on the icy surface. He regains his balance and continues forward; carefully placing his feet with each step. His feet bump into something lying discarded on the ice, a wooden staff with a curved end. Curious, but cautious, he taps the staff with his foot. It responds to the touch with a blue glow.
He crouches down and picks it up. The blue glow flashes along the length of the staff startling him. He almost dropped the staff. The end of the staff touches the surface of the lake and more tendrils of frost spread out in a flower-like pattern from where it touched. The boy smiles delightedly as his curiosity rises unhindered.
The boy experimentally taps the curved end of the staff against a tree and watches in wonder as the tendrils spread. He touches the frost, just to make sure that they are real. He turns the staff around in his hands and taps it against another tree, getting a similar result. The boy chuckles with joy as the staff's purpose is revealed to him.
The boy begins to slide around the ice, laughing as he drags the staff along behind him. The patterns of frost outline his every movement, the staff glows blue as he calls on its power. He runs along the edge of the trees spreading the frost to them as well. He twirls back out onto the ice and is unexpectedly picked up by the wind.
The wind carries him over the lake and shows him the work of art he has created. The boy smiles at his creation. Just as he starts to relax in the embrace of the wind, the winds dies down and he crashes into the trees below. He catches himself on a large branch and holds on tightly before he falls again.
Startled, but unhurt, he laughs at himself. He laughs at the wonder of it all and at his clumsy attempts to control these powers.
Something catches his eye at the edge of the forest. A small village, warmly lit up by the fires in its streets. The boy crouches on the branch that caught him and stares curiously at the village. Will the wonders never cease!? Eager for a closer look, he launches himself unsteadily into the air.
His landing is nowhere near graceful as he crashes to the ground and his cloak is flung over his head. He stumbles around blindly for a few moments until he can get the cloak righted and the snow dusted off. Still laughing at himself he wanders into the village.
He waves to a lady wearing a bonnet and greets a few more people that wander by him. He can hardly contain his excitement, wait until they see what he can do!
"Hello," he greets a lady. "Hello!" he calls to a man that walks by. "Good evening ma'am. Ma'am?" he says to another. None of them return his greetings. Unfazed, he turns to a little boy running in the street.
"Oh! Uh, excuse me. Could you tell me where I am?" The boy runs right through him. Stunned by the feeling of emptiness that washes through him by the boy's passage, he felt for the first time what it was like to be cold. He turns around to look for the boy when a man passes right through him, followed by a woman. One after another they walk through him like he isn't even there.
"Hello? Hello!" His cry a sad echo of the greetings he had offered just moments earlier. Confused and frightened he backs away toward the safety and emptiness of the forest. Dejected, he turns and runs back toward the lake, headless of the branches he careens into.
Tears burn in his eyes as he realizes that he is alone. He staggers from the tree line and slips on the surface of the lake. He doesn't catch himself this time, so he falls to the ice with a dull thud and his staff slips from his grasp, skidding a few feet away from him. He curls into a ball, pulling his legs close, trying to erase the feeling of someone walking right through him. Dry sobs shake his shoulders and he pulls his cloak closer to him.
He begins to calm down after a while. He is no longer curled up, but is instead stretched out along the ice like it is a comfortable bed. He rests his head against the ice. It feels good, soothing even. He stares at his hands for a long moment, before jolting upright with a choked cry. He spots his staff a few feet away and he lunges for it. Once the staff is back in his hands, he hugs it to himself. It is the only thing that feels real to him right now.
"My name is Jack Frost. How do I know that? The moon told me so. That was all he ever told me, and that was a long, long time ago."
A/N: Yes, this is taken right from the movie, with a few of my own touches. I figured I had to start somwhere. Reveiws please!