Heyo! I decided to make a Frozen fic. It will be about Elsa and Jack Frost! I have NEVER seen the Rise of the Guardians, I know absolutely nothing about it, but somehow I got hooked on the couple of Elsa and Jack, so I decided to give it a try. I'm not making it a crossover, considering I'm just borrowing that one character, Jack. But... I hope you like it! Bear with me on the rocky parts.

I don't own anything you recognize.

I still remember the day she was frozen.

Hans and his trickery. Telling me that Anna was dead, even though her time was actually coming in just a few moments. As soon as his words entered my mind, my heart pricked, and guilt and angst broke and explode from my heart like a piece of an ice glacier breaking off, then landing with a loud splash into the icy waves below. It was like a blow to the head, and I trembled and fell to my knees.

But then, the storm seemed to follow my example. The winds stopped, and all the snowflakes dissipated and collapsed. The icy ground beneath me stayed solid, but I couldn't tell. I could only let out a silent sob, my body shivering and trembling like an earthquake was awakening the whole word as I realized my sister was dead. For once, I felt cold.

Then, footsteps of heavy boots along the ground. There was a scream of a female voice: "No!" A sound that was like the shattering of metal. A ring sounded across us, like water rippling in a pool when someone throws a rock in, and I heard a body be thrown onto the ground from the impact. I was unaffected, but unable to move, until I felt a frosty presence. I forced myself to look up, and I gasped.

Anna. Her beautiful, innocent features, frozen into ice. I let out a wail of pain, and stood up, looking at her. Her arm was raised, her fingers spread, and in the light, I would've thought she was an angel if I hadn't known she had just been iced to death. I gasped, my eyes squinting as I tried not to swallow the truth.

I touched my hands to her face, and felt no warmth. No emotion. Just cold, cold ice.

Her mouth was open in fear, and her eyes were wide. I couldn't see the brown anymore. The ice covered her entire body like a blanket, only it seemed unbreakable. I sobbed, collapsing against her, wrapping my arms around her solid stature. The only thing I could feel was the coolness of Anna's body. A body which was my fault.

Then, I looked away from Anna, looking around. Trying to make sense of what was happening. A few meters away, I saw the bulky blonde man who had accompanied Anna to visit my castle days ago. He stared at us, drinking in the scene. Laying on the ground, closer to me, was Hans, that vile cheater. He was on his back, but he was slowly regaining his wits.

The blonde man, Kristoff, ran up to me. "What have you done?" he demanded, and he ran up to Anna, touching her arm. He must've felt the cold radiating off her, because he quickly withdrew his hand. "Anna!"

Hans stood up. I shivered, my white heels clicking on the ground as I took a step back from him. There were metal shards on the floor, leftover from his sword he had tried to kill me with, but he unsheathed a new one, holding it at me.

"Queen Elsa," Hans said calmly and grimly, but I could barely hear him over the ringing in my head. "Anna is frozen."

I opened my mouth, wanting to cry, but nothing came out. I swooshed back to Anna, holding her face again. I prayed, I prayed so hard, hoping that the frost would melt and she'd return, but nothing. She remained still and lifeless, holding her arm to the air like a soul trying to take God's hand. I sobbed, and Kristoff looked at me.

"What has happened?" I whispered hoarsely, the air still around us in shock. "What have I done?"

"Anna and Olaf escaped the castle," Kristoff explained, his words shaky. "An act of true love was supposed to heal the ice in her heart before it took over. I was… I was running. And she was stepping her way towards me. I was going to kiss her."

"Anna…" I mumbled, as I realized what she had done. An act of bravery and love, but foolish.

Kristoff continued anyway, and I felt tears form behind my eyes. "And then suddenly, the wind and snow stopped so we could see around us. Anna was only a few feet away, but Hans was about to bring his sword down and kill you, while you were kneeled over. Anna ran, and right before the sword could hit you, she froze. She became a human shield."

I gasped, covering my mouth. My lips felt parched, and the cold breeze burned my lungs. Snow started to fall again, light and faint. I looked at Hans.

"You filthy liar." My voice sounded different, higher, and more raw. "Anna was not dead! She was about to, but she was not! You liar!" My voice turned high at the last words, ringing across the bay like an echo. Hans remained calm and emotionless, and held his sword to me again.

"She is dead now," Hans said. "And you are to blame, Elsa. I sentence you to treason."

"You cannot!" I gasped. "You have no control over Arendelle. I am Queen. I will… I will…" I wanted to say I could rule this land by force, but my mouth wouldn't allow me to say any more.

"I beg to differ," Hans said, smiling cruelly. "Before, when Anna and I were at the resting room, we talked. We exchanged our marriage vows, and I alerted the office about it. They believe me, and I am now Prince of Arendelle. I doubt that Arendelle would want a monster as their ruler, and since Anna would be next in line, yet I am her husband…" He gave me another harsh smile, and I could only stare at him.

"Why?" I whispered. "Why does power mean so much to you?"

"Out of twelve brothers, the land would be dead from their stupidity by the time the throne landed in my hands," Hans said, walking around me. He held the sword up still, on guard if I tried anything. "Arendelle is a healthy village, and taking the throne wasn't that hard. My, my Elsa. You are not a very good ruler."

I stared at him, Kristoff, and my beautiful sister, Anna. Would she stand here forever, her arm to the sky? What if the ice beneath her melted, or the frost melted? Would she fall into the water and remain there forever? Would it ever even go away? I touched her face again, and another broken sob escaped my throat.

Hans studied me, his cold eyes glittering. Like diamonds. Like ice. I stared back at him, feeling naked and vulnerable. I wondered why he didn't just slay me right then, and I looked at Anna. I wrapped my arms around her in a stony hug, my quiet crying the only noise. Kristoff placed a gentle, heavy hand on my shoulder.

Then, Hans's voice was speaking again. "Elsa, as king of Arendelle I have no choice but to imprison you for your treason. There, you will be put on trial, then executed. You can either come with me now without a fight, or have me call the guards."

I looked at him, anger churning beneath my sorrow. I narrowed my eyes at him, studying his proud, confident stance. He believed he had won. I scowled, but that only hurt inside my chest. The snow started to fall heavier around us, thicker flakes.

"I won't give in that easily," I managed. "I'll… I'll fight. You're no match for me. Anna would never approve of you, you vile, disgusting jerk." I straightened, regaining some strength. Hans smirked.

"Just try to beat me, Elsa. You are pathetic." Then, he leaned back, before he lunged for me.

I scrambled away and thrust my palm to the ground at his feet. Immediately, the ice ripped up from the surface and he was thrown back. Quicker than I expected, he recovered, and threw his sword at me. I stepped back and ducked as it flew past my shoulder, grazing it slightly, and I felt warmth bleed out.

Hans stood up, yelling. "Guards! Capture the monster!" He lunged for me, and I pointed at him. The snow immediately went to my aid, forming harsh winds and icicles that hit against Hans's tough armor and made him stumble. I turned, but saw at least fifteen armed guards running at me in the distance. I wanted to sob.

Kristoff suddenly yelled my name. "Elsa!" I turned in the direction his voice came from, squinting through the gray winds and snow, and he tossed me a leather bag he had slung across his shoulder. "Run!" he yelled. "Run away from Hans and his guard! Find a new land!"

The idea springing into my mind, I looked at him through the mist. Then at Hans, who was aiming at me with a pistol. I gave Kristoff an apologetic look, and Hans a venomous stare before I turned and ran, my cape bellowing behind me.

I knew it was foolish and cowardly, put I placed the bag over my shoulder and started to run my feet across the ice. The winds blew my hair back behind my head, and I heard the clicking of crossbows and arrows flying into chunks of ice around me, but I kept going.

"Yes!" Hans bellowed from behind me. "Run, Elsa! Run away from every problem, like you always do!"

I wanted to lay down and let the earth swallow me whole. Snow fell in my eyes and stuck to my lashes, making it even harder to see. My heels were slippery and uneven on the smooth ice ground. The bag slapped against my hip as I ran, and I heard thunder in the distance of the mountains. Snow fell harder, turning into hail, and the ice hardened beneath my feet. Cold breezed down my back, through my thin blue dress and making me shiver and clench my jaw.

I ran, leaving frozen Anna, the stranded Kristoff, and the evil Hans behind. I ran, until when I looked back, I could not see the town of Arendelle anymore.

When I left Arendelle, I had nowhere to go. I knew Hans would try to come after me, seek me again and kill me. I could not go back to the beautiful ice castle I had built in the northern mountains. Hans would surely target that spot first for my location. So I fled west, into another range of mountains and cliffs.

In the pack Kristoff had thrown to me, there was a rope, a pick axe, a thin blanket, a few apples, carrots, and dried beans. The food barely lasted a day, and the blanket provided little warmth on the cold nights. I made winter wherever I passed, seeming to bring the storm wherever I went, and wherever I went, a little part of it stayed to freeze the land over. Within hundreds of miles in every direction I went, there were thick layers of harsh snow. Not the soft, fluffy kind you roll around and making warm memories with. The kind of snow that killed crops, covered beautiful flowers, and dried the land.

My dress was torn to bits. The blue dress was actually made of mist, woven together and solidified. But it was ripped, and my heels were painfully made of ice that didn't work well with the rocky surfaces. I explored deep into the mountains in the west, looking for a place to stay.

When I ran low on food the first day, I only managed to drink water from fresh ice that melted in the morning sun. I was stumbling, my feet aching, and I was still cold. My blanket was frayed, thanks to running into some wolves in the middle of one night, and the rope and pick axe didn't do me any good.

That's when I found a village.

It seemed very similar to Arendelle, only without a large kingdom. Maybe a castle nearby ruled it. I didn't know. The people there too were suffering from the winter I brought with me, but they were making do with it. People bustled around in the square, selling food and fabric. Kids laughed and ran in the snow, while adults talked and tried bargaining with others.

When I walked into the square, several people stopped to stare at me. I tried keeping my emotions under control. I knew at least that if I get restless or emotional, my powers get out of control and I can't stop them. Being in the free mountains for a while made me even less trained, but if I controlled my mind, I could keep the weather down to a small fall of snow.

Although their gazes made me uncomfortable. They looked at my shredded blue dress, my hair, which was no doubt not in its beautiful braid anymore. My eyes felt bleary, and my lips were parched. I no doubt looked like a fallen angel. Beautiful, but suddenly ruined.

Soon, all the activity stopped as they all gazed at me. I cleared my dry throat, holding out my hands in peace.

"Please," I begged. "You are clearly a town with plenty of food and goods. Please, spare me some."

My voice was hoarse but rang through the whole square. A few men were brave enough to step forward to me. I tried to make myself look small, like not a threat.

"Do you have the money?" a man asked.

"No," I said. "But I am the former queen of Arendelle. It was been taken over. Please, show some kindness and help me. I am very hungry."

A few people laughed. It took me a moment to realize they were snorting in disbelief. They couldn't believe this raggedy doll of a girl could be the queen of a powerful city. I stepped forward, rolling my shoulders, trying to look defiant.

"I am Elsa, and my city has been overcome. I had no choice but to flee. Please, give me some of your goods and I will be on my way." I held my head high, raising my voice, but the man laughed loudly. After a hesitant moment, the people around us joined in.

"How could a scraggly girl like you be a queen?" he demanded. "The Queen has ice powers, and attains great beauty. You are nothing like that."

"I suggest you not cross me," I warned, "And respectfully do as I say."

The man laughed. "You honestly think someone like you could be a high-class queen?" He waved his hand at me and nudged his other friend, who chuckled. "Maybe if she's desperate enough, we can sell her some money for a little fun, eh?"

I gaped at them, my jaw opening, and for the first time that week, I forgot about Anna. I forgot about the pain, remorse, and sadness washing inside of me like an ocean. All I knew was that these young men took me for a peasant, a poor prostitute who had such little dignity that I would sell my body like that for a few greasy dollars.

It was almost instinctive. I thrust out my hand, and icicles roared up from the ground in a sharp frenzy and formed a half-circle around me. The men scrambled back, their eyes wide, and I glared at them with burning anger. I flicked my wrist and a deadly sharp icicle soared through the air, impaling the wooden pole directly next to a man's ear.

"Give me food and traveling supplies," I said, my voice close to a low growl. "Or I'll make sure I have better aim next time!"

The men froze, before suddenly everybody was scrambling again. Someone brought me a bag filled with food, another with sleeping supplies. Plenty of sweets, like chocolate. Clothes and boots made of the finest material. Someone brought out a white stallion, and they put on the reins, and helped me saddle up with some more supplies.

In a few minutes I was riding west through the snow storm on a freshly-groomed horse, wearing new, thick clothes for winter and on my way to nowhere.

I'll admit, that wasn't the first time I had taken a village by force. I needed the supplies, and if I had the power to do so, why not? Eventually, my horse from the first village died from the cold, and my food supplies ran out and my clothes wore thin. I wanted to keep traveling west, so I would walk into each town, threatening to kill with my powers after making a show of them, and it worked quickly. I always held a hood up over my head so people could never see my face, although I think people all around knew about the robber with ice powers, the same queen that had fled Arendelle and left it to Hans.

Eventually, I made my way to a mountain far away from any village I could see. I looked out, seeing an endless flurry of snow and wind that I had caused. I was sure the whole country was locked in eternal winter, and I had no way to solve it. I could not go anywhere else. It was just me and my powers, locked in the freedom of mountains.

That's when I made my decision, as I looked out among the mountains and hills below me. I climbed, higher up the mountain, digging myself farther into nature's jagged edge of the world, and channeled my powers. I thought of Anna, Kristoff, and my parents. Hans, who I would so severely love to destroy. Olaf, the childish snowman I had brought to life. The troll rocks I remember from my earliest memories.

I took all the emotion, pouring it into my hands and lifted them up. Below me, the ground shook and formed an icy platform beneath my feet, and icy tendrils shot out of the ground. Columns of glittering purple and blue ice breached from the ground, lifting me up on the platform. I heaved and let out a yell, and the air exploded into magic winds decorated with sparkles of snow. Walls grew around me, forming together and making a roof of magic. I flicked my wrist, and details were carved into the walls, above the wide entrances and around.

I had created another ice castle.

Just like before, my magic flowed into my body too. They formed into the same blue dress as before, only brand new and glossy. My hair repaired itself, forming into a beautiful, thick braid down my side. The air snapped with magic, and then I was letting out a yell of joy.

I had done it.

In my old ice castle, there were invisible servants that somehow brought food to me in the back room, and there was a bedroom, where the bed sheets were made of the same material as my dress. Solid ice vapor. There were many other things. Just like before, it appeared here too. I was grateful for these little things, and did a small twirl in excitement in the main room. It was practically identical to my first palace, and this thrilled me.

Finally, my life had a turn.

Although it could be called 'locked away' in my castle, I loved it. I created a piano out of ice and taught myself how to play, forming my own melodies. Let me tell you, making that piano was one of the smartest decisions I ever made. I loved how I could create my own sounds of beauty, how music could sweep me into another world. I played many songs on the piano, forming my own way of writing the notes down and save them for later. It was nothing like the typical music with quarter notes and certain number of beats per measure, but it helped me learn.

But I resented it sometimes. Although I had food, room, and music, I was alone, and that was enough to make me feel bitter about the life I led. I wanted someone, anybody to talk to, but I couldn't. I was thousands of miles away from anybody, and who would want to be friends with someone who caused an eternal winter over this country? I could barely get people to lend over supplies, I highly doubt I could make friends with any being.

I had plenty time to think, in that cold, lonely castle. The day of Anna's freezing death stuck especially in my mind, replaying over and over again. It took me a long time to realize that no matter what, her death was my fault. If I hadn't collapsed, Anna wouldn't have had to run and jump in the way of that sword. If I had just stayed calm, I wouldn't have shot her in the heart with ice. If I had just admitted way back when that I had powers, Anna's death could be easily avoided! When the truth occurred to me, it almost broke me, and I laid awake every night, sobbing. I had nobody to console me, only air to scream into, and the castle echoed back my pain.

I had no idea how things were going on in Arendelle. What had they done with Anna's body? Was Hans still ruling? What if he had died in a sudden accident, then who would rule? Had he maybe found a new wife, since Anna had died? Did he have children to take over the kingdom? In what shape was the kingdom?

There was no voice to tell me what was going on in the outer world, so I only relied on my thinking skills. Knowing Hans, he was too clever to be injured in any sudden accident, and probably got rid of Anna's body from the icy position on the fjord. Maybe not destroyed her, but hid her deep into the cellars of the castle so nobody would question. Hans was probably finding a new, younger woman to take as a wife, faking being in pain over Anna's death to make women care. The people were probably in good condition, since Hans would not want to risk a civil war.

I was confined in my imagination and thoughts and music, going crazy. Sometimes I would run around the castle, around the rooms and up and down the stairs like I was chasing something. Really, I was just dying of boredom. I needed something to entertain me. I needed something to happen in my life.

I spent the mornings staring at the sunrise and the evenings watch the sunset happen. I watched the colors form across the sky; the sky was the only thing not affected by my powers. It kept its beautiful colors of blue, orange, pink, red, purple, green, and gray at its different times. I enjoyed watching the sun make its journey across the sky, then watch the stars dance at night. There was always light falling snow to add with it, and it was beautiful.

I had little control over my powers. Ever since I created my new castle, I had learned that I was a recluse, and that I was never going to rejoin the world since my powers could not be contained entirely. I let the worries go, letting my powers roam and work freely. No damage was ever done. I was immune to the cold again, immune to my powers, and so was my castle. It was like writing in pen on a piece of black paper. No harm done.

Even if I did let my powers go, I could control it slightly. Instead of the constant raging storms that would follow me and surround me as I had traveled west, it had settled to gentle breezes and snow, probably because I had the castle to bring serenity to my mind, and was no longer searching desperately for food or anything. Although, the snow never melted off the mountains. The country never returned to its proper warm cycle. It was an eternal winter, I had just managed to make it a calm eternal winter.

I spent most of my days alone, making music or performing magical wind shows for myself with my powers. Sometimes I would run down the glass staircase I had made that connected the entrance with the bank cliff at the bottom, and play in the snow there. I made snowmen and brought them to life and played around with them, before I destroyed them by crumbling the snow to pieces. I would make pictures in the sleet, or do fun things like roll gigantic snowballs off cliffs and watch them splat below.

Two years. I lived a lonely life of cold for two years, my only accompany was my music. I learned to conceal, to hide every emotion. I learned to not have feelings. I forgot how to feel anything at all.

I made the castle more homely than the last one, making furniture and more decorative pieces. All was made out of ice, of course. Ice that glittered with barely any colors of blue, purple, and green. But it was beauty to me, and I enjoyed it. The only sounds I heard lately were the sounds of wind, the falling of snow, the screech of ice moving together, and piano.

So I was very surprised when one day, while I was standing on my balcony watching the sunrise, I heard a deep, male voice say, "Queen Elsa of Arendelle. Jack Frost here. I have a message for ya, and I'm sure you'd like to hear it."

PLEASE review on what you think! I know it's only the first chapter, but I would like to know if it's worth it, and how I can improve on some weak areas!

~Cynthia