A Non/Disney story, when I'm already co-writing The Magic of high school? I mean, I do not need a new story at the moment. At all. I'm the worst at updating chapter stories, and here I am starrting another one. But I kept seeing all these Disney crossover videos on Youtube and they were just so cool and I have a new obsession with Disney crossover couples that I wrote a fanfiction about my favorites (or who I thought looked good together). So here it is!
Hidden away in a forest, a tower loomed over the snowy grass. It was the home to Rapunzel, the only one she knew. The aforementioned girl named Rapunzel was very sheltered, and never set foot outside the tower. She had never really known what it was to live life to the fullest.
Rapunzel opened her eyes, feeling a chill in her bones. Pascal, her chameleon,had snuggled up with her, seeking warmth. Rapunzel stuck her head up from the pillow, a freezing breeze meeting her. Rapunzel slid out of her bed quietly and winced as her bare feet touched the cold floor.
"Why do I go barefoot?" she mumbled to herself as she shut the window. She always kept it open, in case her mother needed to come in. But today it was way too cold to keep open. Before she shut it, she caught a glimpse of something strange. It was white and very small. Rapunzel dared to lean out a bit and touch the thing. It was wet and melted as she touched it. She couldn't help it, she let out a squeal of excitement. This was new. New things in her routine were very rare.
"Rapunzel!" A distant yell sounded from the bottom of the tower. "Let down your hair!" Rapunzel quickly gathered her blond lengths of hair and lowered it to her mother. A tug told her Mother Gothel had gotten on, and Rapunzel pulled her up.
"Good god it's freezing out there," Mother Gothel said, yanking off her hood and shaking out her hair. Rapunzel watched intently the crevices in the hood that had those little white things. They were falling to the floor and melting as they did so.
"Mother, what are those?" Rapunzel finally asked, reaching for the white-coated window.
"What is what, you silly child?" Mother Gothel snapped, not agreeable to having her attention taken away from her own image she was staring at.
"Those little things that melt like water," Rapunzel said, reaching for a white flake on Gothel's robe. It melted in her fingertips, and she smiled widely.
"Oh, get that stupid grin off your face. It's snow," Gothel said, back to primping her hair in the mirror.
"It's beautiful," Rapunzel whispered. "What causes it?"
"I don't care to lecture you in weather right now, Rapunzel," Gothel sighed. Seeing Rapunzel's disappointed face she touched her cheek.
"Don't be blue darling, it's nothing new. I'll make you some hazelnut soup, your favorite," Gothel smiled, gathering her wet cloak and exiting Rapunzel's room. Rapunzel let her leave because she thought she hit a nerve, but wouldn't just ignore it.
"Snow," Rapunzel wondered aloud. Oh, it fascinated her so much! She picked up an encyclopedia to research it. Flipping to the S's, she got a scientific answer that didn't make much sense to her. A snowball hit the tower window. Rapunzel panicked and looked around. Where was Pascal?
"Pascal? Was that you?" she asked. A look at her bed told her the chameleon was sound asleep still. Rapunzel gently approached the window and opened it, expecting snow or her mother. Instead she saw a boy touching her window.
"Ahhhh!" Rapunzel screamed and fell on the floor.
"Did I scare you?" the boy leaned into her room.
"G-get away!" she said, picking up her handy frying pan and waving it.
"I'm sorry, please don't be scared of me," the boy pleaded, leaning towards her. He seemed to be hovering in the air, but Rapunzel was to scraed to check. Rapunzel wacked him in the face with her frying pan. He fell into her room.
"Rapunzel? What happened?" Mother Gothel called up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Nothing mother!" Rapunzel called out, dragging the unconscious boy further into her room. She examined his profile, white hair, young face, half-open blue eyes. For a cold day like this, he was barefoot and carrying a long stick.
"Rapunzel you never answered me," Gothel's voice became louder as she approached. "What are you doing?" Panicking, Rapunzel shoved the boy into her closet in the nick of time. Gothel came in.
"Mother, I just dropped something," she lied. Gothel looked like she didn't quite believe her but just nodded.
"The soup is just about done," she said. "I'll bring you a plate." Rapunzel watched her leave the room and ran to her bed, where Pascal was waking.
"Pascal, there is a guy in my closet," she whispered. The chameleon gave her a stare like he didn't understand. Which might have been the cause.
"Alright, here's your soup," Gothel sing-songed. Rapunzel took the hot bowl.
"Now, mommy's going to run some errands," Gothel said, "and you be a good girl till she comes back."
"Okay mother," Rapunzel said, obediently gathering her hair to lower Gothel to the ground. Once she was gone, she opened the closet and the boy tumbled out, now awake.
"Wha-" he started, and Rapunzel shoved the frying pan in his face.
"Don't make any sudden movements!" she said. "I- I've got my eye on you!" The boy lifted his hands in surrender.
"Okay, I'm not going to hurt you!" he said. "I was just frosting your window."
"Frosting my what?" Rapunzel asked, shoving the pan closer still.
"Your window. It's what I do," the boy said, touching a book and freezing the cover. Rapunzel, filled with amazement, touched the now-frozen book cover.
"How did you do this?" she whispered, looking into the boy's eyes, who shrugged.
"I'm Jack Frost, it's what I do," he said. "Bring snow." Rapunzel thought back on the scientific definition for snow. It said things about rain and temperature, not a boy.
"You're Jack Frost?" she asked, realization hitting her. "But...I thought you were just a myth."
"Sure, just label me as not real," Jack sighed. "There's lots of people who don't believe in the guardians. I try to convince them, kids especially"
"I'm sorry but my mom always told me that you weren't real," Rapunzel said, reaching out to touch his face. "But you seem real."
"I am real," Jack said. "What can I do to prove it? I already froze the book."
"So if you're Jack Frost, what is it you do?" Rapunzel challenged. Pascal lept onto her shoulder.
"Bring snow, freeze patterns on windows," Jack said. "Normal stuff."
"And what's this?" she asked, touching his long stick.
"My staff. I use it for snow," Jack said, waving the staff around. Snow started falling on Rapunzel.
"Wow," she whispered, mesmerized by all these new and exciting things that were happening. She reached out to touch the snow.
"I should go," Jack Frost said finally, smiling at Rapunzel's expression. He liked to make people happy, and Rapunzel looked very happy. He opened the window, taking his staff with him.
"Wait!" Rapunzel called. Jack stopped, his hand on the window pane.
"Where are you going?" she asked, walking towards him.
"I can't stay," he said almost apologetically. "I'm not sure if you know, but I've got lots of snow days to make happen." He grinned boyishly with his last sentence, like a little kid would.
"Will you ever come back?" she asked.
"Maybe," he said. "I go all over the world."
"You do?" Rapunzel's green eyes shone with the thought of the world.
"You don't get out much, do you?" Jack asked, leaning against the window edge.
"This is my home," Rapunzel said. "I don't know what's out... there."
Jack nodded like he understood.
"Sometimes, you don't know what will happen," he said. "It's fate that decides what will." Rapunzel thought about it.
"Something brought you here," she said slowly. "Fate, destiny..."
"Winter," Jack Frost shrugged. "But that's fate for you." Rapunzel processed his words.
"So, will I ever see you again?" she asked. "It's so lonely in here." Jack chuckled.
"I was right, you need to get out more," he said. "Tell you what. You can come with me." He held out a hand.
"I can't really leave here," Rapunzel whispered. "mother wouldn't like it." Jack withdrew his hand.
"I see," he said. "But maybe she wouldn't mind."
"She's told me not to trust boys," Rapunzel managed, looking away from him in embarrassment.
"I'm no boy. I'm a guardian," Jack said, holding out his hand again. Rapunzel took a deep breath. Surely fate brought him to her. She nodded and took his hand.
"Hold on tight," he said, grabbing her by the waist, making her flush. Then he lept out of the window, Rapunzel holding to Jack's torso with all her might. Snow hit her face in a cold but exciting way, and the air felt biting and savage, but she was relieved she had come with him.
Triton and his daughters where going on a trip together, and it was a rare expedition to Ariel. Her dad had always kept his daughters away from public places as much as he possibly could. He had trust issues. Maybe too excited. On the car ride, plenty of these emotions where displayed.
"And I said, baby baby baby ohhhh! Like baby, baby baby noooo!" Adella screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Shut up already!" Aquata groaned, shoving her face in her hands to avoid her sister's singing.
"You know Justin Beiber is so annoying," Alana said around her lipstick, which she was carefully applying. The car hit a bump and the lipstick smeared on her cheek. Alana squeaked and grabbed a napkin.
"And so cute!" Adella added, humming the tune instead of belting out "Baby" since her sisters where so opposed to it.
"Justin Beiber is a girl!" Andrina said, giggling.
"Seriously Andrina, those jokes got old a long time ago,"Attina groaned, clearly feeling the most responsible in the car at the moment.
"No, you got old a long time ago," Aquata said, earning a squinty look from her eldest sister. "And so did Arista's stealing my stuff!" She gave her blond sister a death glare.
"What are you talking about?" Arista screeched. "I did not take anything of yours!"
"You did to!" Aquata yelled back. In this chaos, Ariel never noticed anything. Neither did Triton, because he kept headphones on like a smart man would in a car full of girls. Ariel didn't notice though, because she was glued to the windows. The new scenery was fascinating, and all the people that flocked to the nearby beaches were so interesting.
"Ariel, what are you doing?" Attina asked, exasperated at her younger sister's spacing.
"What she always does, daydreaming or whatever," Arista said, rolling her eyes. Ariel looked up with irritation to her older siblings.
"I don't daydream all the time!" she insisted.
"Please. Arista's right for once," Aquata said.
"For once?!" Arista was ready to grab Aquata by her brown hair.
"We're here girls!" Triton interrupted before the catfight could happen. Ariel breathed a sigh of relief that her sisters' attentions weren't on her anymore. Triton drove the car into a parking lot by the hotel.
"A hotel, daddy?" Ariel gasped. She'd never been to one!"
"Well, you girls do need to experience new things," Triton said, parking and unlocking the car. "It's actually the Benbow Inn." The girls practically ran each other over to get to the hotel lobby, except for Attina, Triton and Ariel. Attina was sort of the replacement mother, the one who'd never do anything hazardous or irresponsible. Ariel liked to be left alone, and Triton just wasn't in a hurry to get trampled.
"Girls, here are the room keys," Triton told his daughters, who were chatting away in the lobby's couches.
"I've booked two rooms, one for Attina, Aquata, Andrina and Arista," he continued, "and one for me, Adella, Alana, and Ariel."
"Dad that is so unfai-" Aquata stopped her sentence after a stern look from her dad.
"Attina's in charge in your room," Triton said, tossing her the key. Attina led Arista and Aquata (who were arguing) and Andrina, who laughed at Arista and Aquata's antics.
"Come on girls, the next room's ours," Triton said, waving his daughters to follow him. Ariel didn't notice, because she was sidetracked by a fish tank. So Alana, Adella and her dad walked to the room without her. Ariel wandered out to the dining hall, walking around waitresses and waitors before going to the grounds outside. After marveling at the flowers, she went back into the lobby and stared at the ceiling.
"Even the ceilings are different!" Ariel said in awe and crashed into a suitcase cart someone was pushing.
"Hey watch out!" the cart pusher snapped, scrambling on his hands and knees to collect some clothes that spilled out of an unproperly closed luggage bag.
"I'm sorry," Ariel said, standing up. "I didn't notice! I was staring at the ceiling."
"Yeah, I noticed," the cart pusher-boy said bitterly.
"You work here?" Ariel asked, seeing the boy's nametag.
"What was your first clue, sherlock?" the boy mumbled. "Yes, I work here."
"Can you help me find my room, ...Jim Hawkins?" Ariel asked, reading his nametag.
"How do you not know what room you're in?" Jim asked in disbelief. "Hand me your key and I'll tell you."
"My dad has the keys, I think," Ariel said.
"Just great," Jim groaned. "Look I can't help you then."
"But.." Ariel started.
"Cinderella will help you, I need to cart luggage," Jim cut her off and pointed to a girl behing the lobby counter.
"Thank you!" Ariel called out to the retreating boy, who mumbled and walked off, shaking his head.
"Are you Cinderella?" Ariel asked the girl.
"Yes," the girl said sweetly, in a high voice. "Can I help you?"
"Umm Jim Hawkins told me you could help me find my room?" Ariel said, pointing at Jim's back.
"Of course he would," Cinderella giggled. "Just tell me who's arranged the room reservation and I'll call the room."
"What do you mean, of course he would?" Ariel asked, looking over at Jim's distant figure.
"He's not a people person," Cinderella explained. "In fact he doesn't deal much with guests."
"Ariel! There you are!" Triton boomed, spotting his daughter talking to Cinderella and taking her arm.
"Well, I guess I don't have to help you then," Cinderella said, grinning knowingly. "Enjoy your stay at the Benbow Inn!" Ariel waved back to her while her dad practically dragged her down the hallway.
"Don't leave my sight. Ever," Triton instructed. "It's not safe."
"Daddy I just got-"
"Distracted, I know," Triton interrupted Ariel. "Make sure it doesn't happen again." Ariel nodded to say she understood. She saw Jim at the end of the hall, talking to a short black haired girl, and Ariel waved good-naturally. Jim looked away.
I'm not a good writer. At all. I've never seen Treasure Planet, so if Jim seems OOC here, it's cause I have no idea what he's like. But I love Jim/Ariel, even if some prefer Jim/Melody. I just don't ship Jim with the young girls like Wendy or Alice a lot of the time, I just don't. He looks too old for them but at the same time a bit young for Ariel... And this youtube video got me hooked onto Jack/Rapunzel, and I only recently saw Rise of the Guardians, so I thought.. now I can write for them! It's a total fail, and so I used Rapunzel and Flynn's meeting scene. totally unoriginal. I'm rambling on on how awful this story is, but if anyone bothers to read this, please tell me what you think and I will have more crossover couples next chapter! Oh and if Ariel's siters get confusing, they confuse me a lot. Like, for real.