Hey everyone! This is a new fic I'm writing about Frozen and Rise of the Guardians. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! By the way, shout out to MaydayParade8123 for giving me awesome writing tips. Go check her out; she's amazing! The first chunk of this is inspired by the way she does prologues sometimes.

Disclaimer: I don't own these movies or characters, though I made up Jack's sister's name.


She is quiet. Almost unnoticed, but people still know her. Reading, drawing, writing music, unpopular.

He is outgoing. Everyone sees, knows him. Sports, tech club, tennis, ice hockey, popular.

She is head of the arts board, one of the two boards under the president. She's a great leader, it's just everyone overlooks her. So really, it's sort of their fault she's ice cold.

He is the president of the student body. He's a leader, though he listens to others and others care about him. He wrote a great speech but at the same time people don't hate him for winning. He's fun, they think.

She's just another one of those introverted freaks.

He's an amazing star.

But he loves her. And she didn't know that.

She loves him too. But he didn't know that either.

He wants to fix her once and for all.

All they need is a little bit of love.


She knew where he lived. She walked over everyday, after all. She was seven years old. Everyday, after school, she walked home with Jack and his mommy. They tickled each other. They chased each other around the garden, then went to Jack's and ate some oreos and milk and played for a bit before her mom came to take her home, which was really just next door.

Girls at school thought it was weird that she was friends with a boy; "eew, Elsa has cooties!" they screeched, and tugged the bows out of her braid and ran away. But Elsa wasn't hurt. She could rarely be hurt, always slightly numb to emotional pain. Or she appeared so, at least.

After all, Jack was just like her brother. He didn't have cooties. Her mommy and Jack's mommy were very good friends, and Ms. Frost treated her very very nicely. They even lived right next door!

And her mommy also said to never listen to what other girls said about her; it wasn't important, and it didn't matter what they said because her mom told her she was pretty.

Jack never tugged out her braid. And if the bows fell, he always bent down onto the ground and picked them up for her. Then he'd give her a big hug and say "Tag, you're it!" The two would be off, running around the playground until the teacher said that it was time to go inside.

She had a little sister named Anna, two years younger. They get along really well, like all sisters do. Most of all, they loved to play in the snow. Sometimes, Jack came too, with his little sister, Mara. They played together, chorusing in giggles and smiles as Elsa and Jack pushed the snowmen around on the ice, their little sisters skating in front, laughing as they chased each other. But when Elsa was seven, it all changed.

Jack loved to have fun. Anna loved fun. Mara loved it too. Elsa knew what was fun, but she had always been concerned about safety first. Somehow, Jack convinced her to come skating with the three of them.

As soon as she reached the ice, all of her fear faded away as she slid her skates onto the cold, smooth surface. Jack took her hand as they skate out into the middle of the pond, going in circles again and again as their little sisters trailed behind.

"Try to catch us!" Jack yelled, laughing loudly. He rapped his staff on the ice a few times as he skated, drawing lines and squiggles on the lightly snow-dusted ice. The little ones squealed as they scuttled along.

But suddenly, there was a thud. And while turning her head around to try and see what or more like who had fallen, Elsa's skates dug into the ice as she fell sideways onto her hip. She winced at the initial pain, but was more concerned about what had happened behind her. She craned her neck to see Jack crossing the ice quickly to help his sister, who had cracked the surface beneath her. Elsa winced again, the pain seeping through her hipbone as she shifted position.

Anna raced in her direction, a smile on her face, and Elsa knew by the feel of the sharp cracks beneath her that this was not going to turn out nicely, but she smiled anyways. Anna's two brown braids flared out to the side and she grinned even bigger because she knew that Elsa was okay.

But Elsa knew that it was everything but okay.

Her thump on the ice had created more than just a large bruise on her right hip; it had caused a large fissure to form in the ice, spreading rapidly with every muscle she moved.

"Anna, no!" She screamed, quickly realizing what was going to happen.

But with every step that Anna took, the fissure spread more and more.

"Elsie, I'm gonna get you!" Anna called, her smile widening. "I'm gonna–"

Her face changed suddenly, going from joyous and innocent to frightened and stiff. Her entire body froze in place, drinking in her unstable surroundings.

"E-Elsa?" she whimpered, beginning to cry. Elsa knew that Anna could see the cracks spreading underneath her feet.

Both supported by a precarious area of ice, Elsa thought quickly to find something, anything, that would help them.

"Here, Anna," she said, smiling and struggling to stand up without cracking the ice further. She winced as she got onto her feet, both from the small "pop" the ice gave off and the stinging pain in her hip.

"Move toward me, come on." Elsa crooned, reaching her hand toward her sister. Elsa skated forward slightly, as gently as possible, and rather successfully considering that she barely cracked anything.

But Anna stayed still where she stood, sobbing lightly into her mitten covered hands. "Elsa, no, I can't! I'm too scared, the ice is going to break!"

Elsa sighted. This was not going to be as easy as she'd hoped, let alone the fact that there was ice rapidly cracking beneath her feet. Suddenly, she had an idea.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" she sang, like her mother used to sing to Anna to get her to come outside during the winter when Elsa was sick. "Then come right here to me, don't worry Anna, I'm right here, there is no need to fear, yes can't you see?"

Anna began to smile, slowly, as if a small flame had been reignited inside of her again. She wiped off her nearly frozen tears as the two sisters inched closer and closer together. But as soon as Anna came over a patch of ice that cracked beneath her, she stopped again, panicked.

Upon seeing the little bit of frozen water that was keeping her sister alive nearly give away, Elsa's voice cracked in the slightest. But she kept the smile on her face and inched towards her sister, and kept singing to get her to move.

"Come right out here and join me, it's so much fun, what do you want to do? Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman."

By this time in Elsa's shaky singing, the two had nearly reached each other. But the cracks were spreading faster than they could move. Elsa could feel the fissures expanding and getting bigger as she inched forward, and she knew she only had a total of a few seconds before she would plunge into the freezing waters. In a last act of desperation, she grabbed Anna's shoulders and threw to the left as hard as she could.

She knew that she shift in weight was going to change the way the ice was oriented; before it gave away completely, she skated to the other side of the pond, in her top speed, away from the fissure. Without any weight, the ice lingered in its fixed position rather precariously.

Not yet able to recover from the near-death scare, Elsa took a few deep breaths, and in spite of herself, she began to laugh.

"Anna, Anna did you see that? We're alive! I saved you! Anna? Anna where–" Elsa's blood ran cold as she looked around for her sister. She spotted a head of brown hair and and a dark green dress. Disregarding the fact that she was still wearing her skates, Elsa ran as quickly as possible to her sister, kneeling down beside her small figure. Snow covered her head (seeing that she had slid into the snow, off of the pond) and made it appear as if her reddish-brown hair was covered with white streaks.

"A-Anna?" Elsa asked, voice careful, on the verge of breaking. "Anna, wake up." She began more and more hysteric with every breath she took.

To her great mercy, Anna's eyes fluttered open, and though clouded with disorientation, Elsa was far beyond ecstatic.

She hugged her little sister, whispering all the while: "It's okay, Anna, I got you. It's okay."

Anna groaned slightly, not wanting to move an inch because of her throbbing head.

"Head, head hurts," she managed to croak out before closing her eyes in exhaustion.

Elsa gasped and called for Jack and Mara to come over. They came quickly and with Anna's weight on all three of them, the four retreated back to their house, carrying her in.


From that day on, nothing was ever the same for Elsa. Sure, she was still same old Elsa in terms of how cold she was and how she ignored any sort of physical pain. But she was colder than before to everyone else. She rarely went outside anymore with Jack, Mara, and Anna in the winter. Shame and guilt burdened her everyday because if she hadn't fallen, Anna wouldn't have almost gotten herself killed, and Elsa wouldn't have given her that bad headache that didn't go away for a week. Anna also wouldn't have that white streak in her hair because of the area of cells that had been frozen over by the snow.

Bottom line was that Elsa blamed herself for Anna's getting hurt, and as much as Anna told her that she was forgiven and that it was no one's fault, Elsa only felt more guilty. She locked herself away more and more to keep herself from hurting those who she loved, which was her worst fear. She really did love them, but she pushed them away only because she knew that she had the potential ability to hurt them.

Elsa's life basically plunged downhill after the accident that happened when she and Jack were seven and eight and Mara and Anna were five. She lived in fear, consumed with guilt and shame, and she isolated herself from everyone, the ones she loved more than all.

Over the next few years, she opened up again over time. A bit to Mara, lots to Anna, but mostly to Jack. He somehow managed to melt the walls that she'd put around herself again.

But when she was 16, her parents died in a car accident, rendering herself to shut down again, living in solitude and avoiding human contact as much as possible. It was the only way to keep herself from being hurt again by losing someone she loved. It was also the only way, she thought, to keep herself from hurting the ones that she cared about most.


So what did you think? Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! R&R please, let me know!

~PianoPanda