All you need is Love

by xXxLoveLustAndPixieDustxXx

It's been 10 years since the Guardians defeated Pitch. Life's been great, but now there has been appearances from the Boogeyman all over the world. What are the Guardians to do? Could the Keeper of Love really be the answer? And could sparks fly between Jack Frost and Cupid? Bad summary but give it a try?

1. Chapter 1

So this is just a shot in the dark here. I love Frozen and Rise of the Guardians and this idea just popped into my head. Let me know what y'all think!

I dont't own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians!

Love. That's the last thing I remember before I died. Love. My love for my mountian man, Kristoff.

It had started out as the perfect day, Kristoff and I spent it all together. Him teaching me how to cut ice, how to tell if it was good ice or bad ice (personally I didn't think there was a difference, but wouldn't dare tell him that) and me giggling and smiling over what a goofball he could be. Life was great and it seemed like nothing could harm us in our own little world.

Then came that night, much colder then others and had me and Kristoff huddling for warmth. Kristoff had whistled for Sven, who arrived within mintues, to give us a ride back to the castle. He didn't notice a young hunter, big and strong, that had been tracking Sven for a while now. But I did. The hunter took his might bow and arrow, aiming for Sven's chest. It was at that moment where Kristoff had unknowingly stepped into the line of fire, petting Sven endearingly and tallking for him. But it was too late, the hunter had already released his arrow, now heading toward Kristoff's back.

I remember crying out his name before I jumped between the two, the arrow piercing my heart.

"Anna!"

Two strong arms caught me as a fell back, my hands clutching the protruding arrow. I saw Kristoff's face warp with horror, his mouth forming words I couldn't hear. In the distance, the hunter panicked, removing the bow along with it's arrow filled quiver from his person before fleeing into the thicket. Everything around me was fading fast. It was getting harder to breathe and my muscles were giving out. With the last bit of strength I had, I looked at Kristoff, tears streaming down both of our faces now.

"I love you," I mangaged to choke out.

That's when the moon, full and magnifient in the night sky, seem to beam brighter, as if smiling at me.

"Hello Anna," it told me, a voice so gentle and wise, like the voice of a grandfather. Then my world went black.

My name's Cupid. How do I know? The Moon told me.

But, please, call me Anna.

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