Something Different:
Chapter 1:
The chilly wind carried Jack Frost through the air and he soared with ease. "Woo- hoo!" He hollered and let the wind drop him and tumble before allowing it to pick him up again and toss him through the sky like a rag-doll. He flew down towards the trees, clutching his staff, and brushed the tips of them adding frost to their green peaks. He flashed his snow white smile and suddenly he stumbled upon a massive and tall tower. Its roof was purple and stretched out to the heavens, and ivy grew throughout the entire structure. It was, without a doubt, a stunning tower, but it was so secluded from the rest of the world and he wondered if anyone actually lived there.
He flew over and gently landed on the windowsill. He knocked on the door and when he did it creaked open. Frost grew on the floor as he stepped down from the ledge and into the house. "Hello?" He asked wondering if there was anyone here and if they could see or hear him. He opened up the windows all the way and let in the light. He wandered around the area and took in the home. There was a staircase leading up to the next floor and the walls were all decorated with colorful paintings. There was a wet mop and a broom together by a door, which told Jack, someone was definitely living there. He walked further and found a chair with a finished scarf and knitting needles on it, and leaning on the chair a guitar. He chuckled softly noticing this person had a lot of time on their hands.
He stood in the center of the room and noticed the fire just died out in the fire place and he noticed the big mural above it. He jumped up and stood on top of the fireplace and studied it. It was a painting of a dark night sky and bright yellow lights that covered the sky then he noticed the girl sketched in the corner with bright yellow hair that fell down like a stream. "Wow, this one is amazing." He said aloud and suddenly he heard something move behind him.
"Hello?" He asked again but still received no answer. He jumped down from the fireplace and walked back to the center of the room. Again he heard something rustle around behind him and quickly turned around to catch a glimpse of it. He stayed still for a little bit and it got quiet, too quiet. Then a loud bang rang through the room and Jack fell, tumbling to the ground.
Rapunzel lowered her frying pan and looked down at the unconscious body that lay sprawled across her floor. Pascal, her trusty chameleon friend, poked her head out of Rapunzel's lengthy golden hair. They glanced at each other and Rapunzel leaned down and watched him closely. She felt a little bad for knocking him out cold but, he snuck into her tower, and with the way Mother explained the people out in the world, she panicked.
Pascal made a squeaking noise and Rapunzel looked over to see him gesturing to check the boy's teeth and see if they were pointed, like Mother had explained men had. She shrugged and gently, with her hand, she touched his face and gasped, "He's so cold." Pascal quickly ran down her shoulder and to the boy and immediately turned blue when he got closer to the boy. "He doesn't seem that bad," Rapunzel said to the chameleon. Rapunzel stood up and looked out of her tower window, she knew her mother would be coming home soon and she had to hide the body until he woke up. "C'mon Pascal, we'll hide him and then prove to Mother that I can actually take care of myself!" Pascal perked up and turned to the boy, chomped down on the boy's dark blue sweater, trying to pull him to the wardrobe.
Rapunzel laughed softly and shook her head at the little green reptile. She bent down and flipped the boy over on his back and finally saw his face. He was very pale and very cold, Rapunzel wondered if he was sick. His mouth was gaped open and he had snow ice teeth, which were certainly not pointy. He also had pure white, almost silvery, hair. Rapunzel stared, mesmerized by him and his look. She shook it off and began lifting him up and dragging him to the closet.