Chapter 1- Jack

All right, my name's Jack Frost. I've heard you know the story…? Good, but I'm here to tell you that's not everything. Not even close. It's been awhile since Pitch, yeah, but it wasn't until an arrow nearly caught me in the arm that I felt alive again. This, coincidentally, is where our story begins. I turned in alarm to see a girl with the MESSIEST red hair I have EVER seen staring at me in alarm. She started to shoot again, but I quickly froze her bow. She cried out in shock. "Hey! What was that for?!" {Note: he imitates Merida, there's a crashing sound in the background and a loud "Ow!"} I noticed a distinct Scottish accent. {Note: a loud, Scottish girl yells, "WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" and there's the sound of something hollow striking something and another cry of "Ow!"} I have to be really careful of how I describe my first thoughts about her. She was a bit out-of-place with her… interesting dress. {Another thwack in the background} Sorry, sorry! An intriguing choice of dress? {Another shout from the Scottish girl, "IF YOU CAN'T TELL THIS STORY RIGHT, I'M TAKING OVER!" and a timid guy's call from further in the back, "Calm down, and stop shouting. Some of us are trying to write!"}

Chapter 1 again- Merida

Oof, the nerve of Jack, I swear! Anyways, I was sitting at home, trying not to be bored out of my wits, when I found myself in a strange foreign land surrounded by complete strangers. None of them had ever heard of me, which was odd enough, since I AM the princess, after all. I soon began to realize I wasn't exactly home anymore. Lucky for me, I had my bow and quiver. I turned in the snow, and saw a boy, barefoot, pale as ice, and floating in midair. Startled by this sorcery, I shot an arrow at him, which I do realize now wasn't the smartest move. He turned in surprise. I prepared another arrow, but then my bow was covered in ice, with the arrow frozen to it. The bow now useless, I tossed it aside, snapping, "Hey! What was that for?!"

He blinked. "You could've killed one of the kids!"

He's worried more about kids than he is for himself? I snapped, "No, I was only after you!"

He shrugged. "Wouldn't have mattered. It wouldn't hit me."

"What?"

"Just as I said. I'm Jack. Jack Frost." He extended his hand. I coldly ignored it.

"Merida, of the Clan Dunbrough."

"What?"

"Just as I said," I mimicked him perfectly, spitefully. He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. So, Merida, what are you doing here? How'd you even get here?"

I paused to consider my answer. "I'm not entirely sure. I was sitting at home, listening to my mother drone on and on about my responsibilities and suddenly, I was here. That's all I know."

"Well, that's… different.

"Says the floating boy. How are you even doing that?"

"Didn't you figure that out from my introduction?"

"Uhh… no?"

"Jack Frost. Haven't you heard of me?"

"Not in particular."

"WHAT?!"

A pair of evil laughs echoed out. A male and a female. Jack tensed up, looking around out the shadows, hissing to me, "Get behind me."

"What?!"

"Get. Behind. Me."

He brandished his weird stick, and, since I realized I don't particularly have my bow right now, I stood behind him, looking around. A man who was literally complete blackness stepped out with an elderly woman with black, frizzy hair in red robes. Jack smirked. "Oh, Pitch. Do you really think you'll win this time? With all the kids around?" He paused. "Wait, who's that?"

"Just an old friend I helped out a while ago, in exchange for her help in this," the man Jack had called Pitch said. I didn't like him at all, especially the way he looked at me. It sent chills up my spine.

Jack shrugged. "You still can't beat us. Don't you know that?"

"Now, now, Jack, I think you'll find it's just you. I've already taken care of… your friends." Somehow, I didn't particularly like the way he said that.

Jack's powerful stance seemed to drop considerably. "Wh-wh-what?!"

Meanwhile, I dove for (and got ahold of) my bow, beside the woman's boot, as she went to step on it and break it. Jack narrowed his eyes at me as I rolled away from her with yelp as she went to step on me instead. I stood up, once again behind him. With a small laugh, Pitch said, "Oh yes. Gothel does have her uses, like imprisoning all of your fellow Guardians. It looks like it's you and red there against us. Somehow, I think you'll lose this time around."

The woman (Gothel?) looked at Pitch, and, at his nod, hissed, "Even if you did find… the others."

"Others?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

"Yes," Pitch curled his lip, "Good, little Merida's found her voice. In answer to your question, there are two others, both mostly memory-less. You'll have to go through some serious trouble to find them. I can guarantee you it won't be… easy."

With that, the two vanished in a puff of dark smoke. I turned to Jack. "I think we both have some explaining to do. That, however, can happen on the way. Let's go."