Hi there! This is the first story I've posted on this site. Sorry if its short. Please tell me what you guys think of it, no matter your opinion. Not sure what I'll be doing with this story in the future, so you guys can feel free to give me any suggestions you want too. Now enough of my rambling, its story time!
A lone figure glided across the starry sky, his shadow barely visible against the dark of the night. A small snow storm began to form in his wake as he heard the distant laughter of the giddy children below him. He watched as they played around in the white snow he'd caused, the man smiled as their giggles hit his ears. Even on this seldom day, he loved to make kids enjoy themselves in the cold weather. Pointing his staff, he made a small pile of snowballs appear in front of some boys. Watching their fight commence for a moment, he thought of his comrades. Their were four others like him, the Guardians. The Sandman, the Easter Bunny, North, and the Tooth Fairy. They were the protectors of the children of the world, making sure they didn't fall to Pitch Black. The Guardian shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts plaguing his mind. He was to think only of the Queen today, his Queen. He turned towards his destination, all thoughts fleeing his mind.
He flew quickly, the wind pushing him forwards. His light hair blew in his face, but he didn't think anything of it. The cold air swirled around him, but of course, he did not mind it. The cold had never bothered them, but now it only reminded him of the hours they'd spend talking and laughing in the snow under their tree by the stables.
He spotted his destination, though frowned as he saw rubble surrounding it. He dropped down, looking around at the various tombstones. He slowly moved to the middle of the cemetery, glancing at the many royal names he did not care to know. He stopped in front of one that was weather worn and old, the words not readable anymore. Though he knew what it said, as he had memorized the letters it depicted. He sat down on the dying grass covered ground, looking up at the night's beautiful full moon. He rested his staff against then stone, resting his pale hands in his lap. He whispered her name softly, the sound fading into the wind. Today was the only day he would say it, and it had been that way for the past two hundred years. "Hello, Elsa."
He heard whispers in his head of her laughter, then a quiet hello. "Hello Jack." He grinned at the sound of her voice, even though it was just memories. "How's my princess been doing?" He asked her, leaning back too lay on the ground. "I'm queen, and I've been busy. I told you not to swing by at noon, I've got to do this paperwork, and I don't need any distractions." He chuckled softly, imagining her image in the sky above him. "So I distract you?" The imaginary Elsa blushed slightly as turned to face him. "Yes, you do Jack. Now shush. I have to sign this." Queen Elsa glanced at the paper before swiftly flourishing her quill (I don't know if they actually used quills, I just thought it would be cooler if they did).
"Now that you've signed your paper, let me tell you what you missed." And he did just that. Telling her of his many adventures with the Guardians and the fun times with the children. "And then Jamie went flying into the air!" He exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "Jack!" Elsa laughed, trying to sound somewhat serious. "You shouldn't put him in danger like that! He could have been hurt, and then where would he be?"
"Hey Elsa?" Jack asked, changing the topic. "Yes Jack?" She said, cocking her head to the side curiously. "I miss you, Elsa." He told her quietly, frowning slightly. "Oh Jack... You don't need to miss me, I'm right here."