A/N: A Jelsa story I had been playing around with for the last couple of days, hope you enjoy.
*Side Note* Jack looks like a combination of human Jack and Spirit Jack. He has pale skin and light brown hair. One of his eyes is blue while the other is brown. I couldn't decide whether or not he should have brown or blue eyes so I gave him both. A striking look.
Reviews are nice, but no flames, you'll melt the ice.
Summary:Jackson Overland, a fun and carefree teen with a bright smile. Elsa Arendelle, the mystery girl of the school with cerulean eyes. When Jackson ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time he learns the world is not at all what it seems. In the town of Burgess, there is more crime that meets the eye and his former best friend has a strong connection to the vigilante, Snow Queen.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter One: Hi
The crescent moon sat high in the sky amongst a sea of stars, the white glow of the moon giving light to the barren streets of Burgess, Pennsylvania. It was the middle of September, but already there was a chill in the air that screamed winter was well on it's way. The wind blew soft, making a small wisps of noise as it flowed through the town.
Walking down the empty sidewalk, a man walked with his head down, concealing a valuable object. The man continued to walk, hunched over with vigilant brown eyes. He was worried someone was watching him, that someone was going to jump out and take the precious cargo he carried.
It was dangerous to wander these streets at night. It was late, nearing midnight. The man was completely alone, or so he believed himself to be alone out on the open streets. Cerulean eyes, clear as water and blue as the sky, watched him from above. Despite what most people believed about her, it was easier for her to see in the dark than it was in the light.
If you can fight in the dark as well as you do in the light, no one will stand in your way.
She stood up from her crouched position on the roof, the cold air brushed her bare arms sending a pleasant chill throughout her body. The urge, the desire to use her best weapon was strong and the cool air wasn't helping her fight. Her nimble fingers, covered by the white gloves she wore, were itching to break free and get out into the open. Taking a quick breath, she ran across the roof not making a sound.
The mission was simple, stop the hooded man and retrieve the object he stole. Two steps, one shot that she would have to take. The girl made it the edge of the roof and jumped onto the next roof a few feet away. Once she landed, a little roughly, she bolted forward, her eyes trained on the hooded man as he rounded a corner into an alleyway. She jumped off the roof, the cloak she wore worked as a makeshift parachute allowing her to float to the ground with ease.
Strands of her platinum blonde hair fell over her forehead and eyes, but she brushed them out of the way. With her blue dagger in hand, she raced down the sidewalk and after the man. Now or never, the girl thought to herself as she made her way to the alley. It was darker in the alleyway without the aid of the street lights, but she could make out the pipes, the dumpster bin on her right and what she assumed were ladders on each side.
If he tries to escape, he will go for the ladders, she thought to herself. She broke her icy gaze forward, standing in front of the brick wall several feet away from her was the man she had been following. It wouldn't be hard to make sure he didn't get away from her, all she had to do was keep him cornered.
"You're trapped," the girl stated coldly, "We don't have to fight. Return what you stole and we can both be on our way."
The man turned around, his face hidden by the shadows in which he was hiding in.
"Who would have thought," the man said in a burly voice, "The Snow Queen has decided to grace me with her presence. You want the box girlie, come and get it."
The Snow Queen narrowed her blue eyes. In one swift movement she threw her dagger at the man. It pierced through the air and cut his right ear sending a quick pulse of pain through him. Before he had time to react, the Snow Queen pounced on him the way a predator would attack their prey. She kicked his ribs, he released a gasp of pain and surprise as he fell to the ground, the box he had been carrying landing a few feet away from him.
Lying on his back, inhaling sharply, he looked up at the Snow Queen, her face still hidden by the hood and mask she wore. However her blue eyes burned into him like fire, it oddly reminded him of how ice could be so cold as to burn someone. The Snow Queen kneeled beside the man, she never looked away from his eyes as she pressed her hand down on the spot she had kicked him.
He sucked in a breath sharply, gritting his teeth so he wouldn't cry out. The smile on Snow Queen's face sent shivers down the man's spine, she was enjoying this. Her smile widened when she pressed on another rib and he didn't hold back a groan.
"That's two ribs either broken or fracture," the Snow Queen said, "If I press it with enough force and at the right angle, I will get the bone to puncture your lung."
In order to make her point, she pressed on his rib harder than before and he gasped in pain.
The Snow Queen smiled, "If that happens you will drown in your own blood before anyone else will be able to find you. Now tell me. Why did you steal this? You broke into a jewelry store and only stole one item, that doesn't make sense."
The man kept his mouth closed in a firm line in an act of defiance. The Snow Queen glared, without warning she punched his bruised ribs and he cursed her. He tried to roll away from her, but he was too slow and in too much pain to get anywhere. She caught his shoulder and forced him back to see her.
"I asked you a question," she said darkly leaning over his scrunched his, "I expect an answer."
Glaring the man hissed, "Fine... I was sent to get this."
"Who sent you," the Snow Queen asked.
The man stared up at the Snow Queen with a pained grin, "Consider this a gift from your old mentor."
The Snow Queen frowned at his words before she could process the what he had said. Suddenly the cold air around her was suffocating and it was hard for her to breathe.
"What," the Snow Queen gasped, "Koz sent you to get this? Why?"
The man sat up hesitantly, his brown eyes leveled the Snow Queen's gaze as he said, "He sent me to get it to you. He knew you and your friends would be tracking this item. After all, how long have you been looking for it? How long has it been out of your possession? Koz wanted to give it back to you."
"If he really wanted to send it to me, I'm sure UPS or FedEx would have done the job," the Snow Queen replied bitterly.
The man shrugged slightly and said to her, "He works in strange, twisted ways, but you already knew that. Didn't you?"
The Snow Queen had no reply.
"He's coming for you Snow Queen," the man told her, his tone sounded flat, but an underlining of a weariness.
Before the Snow Queen could respond, a cloud of smoke filled the alleyway, thick, heavy and blinding smoke. The Snow Queen grabbed the black box, clutching it tightly in her arms and pressed it to her chest and rushed out of the alleyway into the abandoned streets of Burgess.
"Come on man, you've been in a daze all morning," a brown haired boy said, "Surely you have some ideas about the mysterious Nightmare King."
A group of teenagers, Hiccup, Jackson, Zel, Astrid and Merida, were sitting at a round cafeteria table. It was a little after noon and marked the school day was half way over with for the students. The brown haired boy, who went by the name Hiccup, had been following the news on the criminal Pitch Black the Nightmare King. Despite the smaller size of Burgess, there was enough crime to match that of New York or Chicago, but it wasn't advertised.
The group had been talking about Pitch's whereabouts, who could he be and what would he do next. The cops had been trying to find this guy for years, but they never caught him. He always seemed to be ten steps ahead of police.
"I don't know Hic," said a teen close to Hiccup's age.
"You've been really quiet today Jackson," said Hiccup with slightly worried brown eyes.
The teenager, Jackson, looked up from his glass of water and replied, "Just had a lot on my mind I guess."
Jackson had been consumed by his thoughts and had been acting distant towards his friends since the letter he got last week. His dad was an army man, he had been deployed eighteen months ago and the letter Jackson and his family received was from his dad. Turns out his dad wouldn't be back for another six months. Jackson hadn't told his friends this, he didn't really want to share this new information.
"Are you doing okay," Zel, a girl with short brown hair and big green eyes, asked softly.
Jackson smiled at her, his brown and blue eyes shining, "I'm fine Zel. Besides I'm more interested in the Snow Queen. What your thoughts on her?"
"She's hot," Hiccup said and received a punch from his girlfriend, Astrid.
"You've never seen her face," Zel pointed out with a smirk.
Hiccup sighed as he rubbed his arm, "What I meant was she is hot because of all the bad ass stuff she does."
Astrid rolled her blue eyes, "Sure that's what you meant."
Zel added, "I don't think she's too bad. After all, she does a lot of good in the town."
"She's still an outlaw," Merida said running her fingers through her wild red curly hair.
"At least she's doing something about the crime in this city," Hiccup interjected, "It's gotten out of hand over the years."
The Snow Queen was the ultimate mystery of Burgess. Mostly because no one knew which side she was on. She had stopped plenty of criminals, but that didn't mean she was good, after all she had broken a handful of laws and avoided law enforcement at all costs. Despite her many good deeds, no one could be certain if she was criminal or vigilante trying to do good.
Jackson honestly never paid much attention to the news or the city and it's crime. His little sister, Emma, on the other hand only ever talked about such topics. Usually about how the Snow Queen was trying to save this city. Jackson could believe the Snow Queen was good after everything she had done for this city, but.. There were a number of things held against her.
After lunch, Jackson had two more class periods before he could leave and go home. The time seemed to drag on for the teen, but his school day did eventually end. Once the final bell rang, he left his last period, hands in his sweatshirt pocket and made it to his locker to grab his books. Several lockers away he saw someone he hadn't spoken to in a really long time. His locker number was 317 while hers was 308. Nine long, thin grey lockers were between them along with the tense air and words left unspoken.
Everyday since the beginning of freshman year, he would see her at her locker and she would see him. They were best friends in elementary school, then they were just friends for part of middle school until they stopped talking altogether. It had happened all of sudden to, without warning she just pushed him away and left. No matter what Jackson told himself, the wound still hurt, but he wasn't angry with her. He could never be angry with her for long.
Her platinum blonde hair was tied into a low ponytail, her flyaways hanging on the sides of her face blocking Jackson's view of her eyes. Those eyes that used to hold so much joy, love and happiness.
Jackson used to believe he was in love with her, but after she left… things changed. However deep down he knew he would never stop loving her, even if she stopped caring about him. She turned her head slightly to the side to look at Jackson, her cerulean blue eyes shimmering. In Jackson's mind, her eyes always seemed to shine like the stars in the sky or they would shine like the sunlight bouncing off the waves of ocean.
She wore a simple sky blue over shoulder shirt, white jeans and blue converse. Blue had always been her favorite color. For a moment, their blue eyes met. Years of questions and things left unsaid were sitting on Jackson's lips, but all he could manage was a smile. The smile she returned was gentle, the sweetest smile he had ever seen in all his years.
In a soft voice that chimed like bells in the wind, she said, "Hi Jack."
Jackson continued to smile at her, she was the only one other than his mom and sister who was allowed to call him Jack. Not even his best friend, Hiccup or anyone in his friend group could call him Jack. Whenever they did, he would tell them not to do it again. The sound of his old nickname coming from her lips was enough to break his heart.
Still he smiled her way, "Hi Elsa."
