DISCLAIMER: I do not own ; Brave, Tangled, ROTG, or HTTYD
Rapunzel sat on her bed with a tiny frown on her face, and a sad gleam in her green eyes.
Mother Gothel had once again ruined her hopes of leaving her tall tower to see the floating lights. The lights that only appeared on the night of her birthday. Surely they had to mean something?
And one thing was for sure. They were not stars. No they were lanterns if anything at all.
Rapunzel shook her head at the thought of their last argument, and ran her small fingers through her golden hair.
"Rapunzel my pet!" Gothel called from downstairs, "Im heading out soon, so could you be dear, and pack me some of those cookies that you made this morning?"
"Yes mother!" Rapunzel yelled back, and walked to her door. Her long locks of hair trailed behind her with every step, and Pascel quickly jumped from the top of her faded dresser, and onto to her shoulder.
He shot her an assuring glance, before he cuddled up to her neck, and turning the matching shade of lilac as her dress.
Rapunzel smiled at her tiny friend as she slowly walked down stairs to the kitchen.
He was the only person, or well animal, that understood her. Even if he was the only animal that she had ever met.
Rapunzel waved goodbye to her mother as she walked further, and further away from the secluded tower.
Gothel had promised to go retrieve some of the white shells for Rapunzel to turn into new paint instead of taking her to see the floating lights that she had been so determined to see.
The journey would take three days at the least, and Rapunzel wasn't so keen on being left alone for that long. What if she set the tower on fire? Or what if she ran out of food?
"Well Pascel, we have the place to our selves for three days, might as well make use of it." Rapunzel joked half heartedly, and turned away from the tall window to face her huge gallery of beautiful paintings.
There was one tiny painting in particular that caught her eye. It was of a boy with snow white hair, and icy blue eyes that sent shivers down her spine.
"Jack frost." she whispered happily, and reached forward to touch the small painting.
Gothel had told her stories of the reckless winter spirit when she was just a little girl. She had always believed in him, who else would have turned the tiny pond outside of her tower into pure ice every winter. Or left patterns of frost on the grass in fall.
Jack frost was real, and she knew it...
Jack ran delightfully over a lake, turning the whole thing into ice. "Whoohoo!" he called out happily, and lifted his arms up into the air signaling for the wind to lift him off of the ground.
His eyes sparkled with both mystery, and happiness. God did he love his job. And who wouldn't?
He got to stay up as long as he wanted to, and never get tired. He never had to eat, or care about family matters.
The only bad part was the lack of believers. Every time he reached out to a kid to high five, of pat of the back, he would just go right through them.
It was like he wasn't even there.
Sighing he dodged trees, and thick bushes as he flew through the fall air. Leaves fell off of their branches as he passed by, and animals shivered from the sudden blast of cold air.
Luckily Jack had no problem with the cool temperature whats so ever. He was cold proof, but he was definetly not resistant to the hot air in summer.
Eventually he came across a suspicious looking cave. The entrance was well disguised, but he was the master of tricks, and knew that the cave was just put there without a purpose.
He raised one silver eyebrow, and gently landed on the grass.
"Now what do we have here?" he muttered to himself, and passed through the wall of vines. He kept on walking through the tunnel before he reached the end.
"Wow." he whispered with awe, and ran a hand through his pure white hair. There standing right in front of him was the tallest tower that he had ever seen.
"What the hell is this place?" he muttered as he walked closer to the tall structure.
There was no door at the base of the tower, but there was a tall lone window at the top.
Inside he could hear someone singing?
But who would ever live here?
Shaking his head he flew up to the wide window, and peaked inside.
The singing stopped as soon as he stepped onto the floor. Nobody could be seen, and it looked as if the room belonged to a teenage girl. A teenage girl who loved to paint.
"Wow." Jack chuckled. "This place is amazing."
He walked over to one side of the room, and narrowed his eyes at a familiar looking painting of a boy with white hair. "Is that m-"
His words were cut off by a certain long haired girl hitting his head with a frying pan.
Jack awoke a few minutes later tied to a faded green rocking chair. His staff was on the other side of the room, and his hands were tied in place.
As he struggled against the bindings he noticed something.
"Is t-this hair?" he whispered, and followed the trail of golden locks all around the room, until he spotted a shadow of a girl in the corner.
"Jack Frost?" she asked with confidence.
Jack was completely blown away by her words. "C-can you see me?" he whispered back.
Princess Merida sat on a tinny stool in her bedroom.
Her mother, Queen Elinor, was fastening her extremely tight corset from behind her.
"Mum! Does it have to be this damn tight?" Merida complained with frustration.
"Trust me, Merida, you'll look perfect when I'm done!" Her mother promised.
After a few more strings were tied in the back, Elinor helped her daughter to her feet, and stood in front of her smiling.
The princess wore a turquoise dress with golden seams. Her fiery red curls were tucked away in a creamy white headset, and she wore her favorite DunBroch necklace around her neck.
"You look beautiful." The Queen muttered, her scottish accent rich.
"Ya, but I don't feel perfect!" Merida protested, and waddled over to the door.
"Let's just get this thing over with before I loose circulation everywhere." she grumbled angrily.
The princess sat beside her family. Her father in the middle, her mum on his right, and her on his left. The triplets were most likely off causing trouble as usual, but that was the least of Merida's worry's.
She was to be married to one of the first born sons of DunBrochs three great clan leaders. But another mystery suitor from the town of Berk was to compete too.
Merida sighed with boredom, as the clans leaders went off about how their sons were the best.
"My son could take down a whole bear with one hand behind his back!" Dingwall called out.
"Mine could do it with his eyes closed!" Macintosh shot back.
"Ha! My son could do that in his sleep!" MacDuffin challenged.
"Hiccup can ride a dragon!" Stoik grinned. "I'd like to see any of your sons do that!"
Merida lifted her head up at the word dragon. Dragons were known to be the terrors of the country side. How in the gods could somebody ride one?
Queen Elinor cleared her throat, and signaled for the horn to blow. A mixture of dog howls, and men cheering filled the area. The archery contest was to begin.
Little did they know, Merida had her own plan of putting the arranged marriage to an end.
Clan McGuffin's heir went first. He muttered a few high pitched words, that nobody could understand, before he took the sturdy bow.
He brought the arrow up to the string, and quickly took a deep breath, before releasing.
The arrow hit the far end of the target, just barely hanging onto the fabric.
Clan Macintosh was next in line. The son quickly did a hair flip, making the girls in the crowd call out his name, and swoon.
He brought the arrow up to his 'beautiful' face, and released.
The arrow spun rapidly, before it hit the target. It was close to the bulls eye, but not close enough for him.
He threw his bow over his shoulder, and erupted in a full on tantrum.
Merida, exchanged a chuckle with her father, before the queen silently scolded them both.
Dingwall was next. The crowd laughed as his arrow fell from his hands, and tilted in the wrong direction.
But to everybody's surprise he hit a bulls eye. Most of it was just plain luck, but all of clan Dingwall cheered, putting everybody to shame.
Fergus laughed, and turned to Merida. "Guess who's coming to dinner tonight!" he laughed, but found her chair empty.
Hiccup laughed nervously at his father as he walked up to retrieve his bow.
"Show them who's best around here son!" Stiok laughed, and nudged him in the shoulder for good luck.
But before Hiccup could so much as load his bow, Merida stepped forward.
He watched as she set up her own flag, and let down her bright red nest of hair.
"My name is Merida! And I'll be shootin for my own hand!" She announced, and stepped towards the first target.
"Wow." hiccup muttered dreamily under his breath, as she proceeded to rip her dress open, and shoot a bulls eye.
The queen was yelling for Merida to stop, but she kept on going.
Each time the fiery scottish princess shot she got a bulls eye. Her arrow even went through Dingwall's.
Hiccup watched her approach him, and smiled goofily. Most girls in his town were all fists, and chest, but Merida had a certain aura around her that drew Hiccup in.
She nudged him out of the way, and shot yet another perfect bulls eye.
Hiccup was astonished by her bravery, and started to clap weakly. But as soon as the Queen walked up he quickly stopped.
This was one fight that he did not want to get involved in.
Hiccup sat next to Toothless. It was a couple of hours after the incident had happened, and he was sitting in the middle of some symbolic standing stones that had scottish words, and pictures carved into them.
The vikings of Berk were to stay in Scotland for at least another week, and Hiccup wanted to take this to his advantage, and sketch some of the scottish wildlife before they left.
Toothless quickly lifted his head in alert, and quickly sat up.
"Toothless, what wrong buddy?" Hiccup asked the night fury curiously.
Before Hiccup could say anything else a horse burst from the trees, and bucked its rider off of its back.
"What the heck?" Hiccup whispered as he walked towards the limp body on the ground.
"Hey are you alright?" he asked with concern.
The girl got to her feet, and ran a hand through her red mane of hair.
"Princess Merida?" Hiccup whispered with awe.
"What are you doing here?" They both asked in unison.