This is something I started a couple of months ago, sorta like an R-rated action flick inside my head using these characters. I'm just gonna post the first chapter, see if anyone likes it. If enough people do (and if enough people review), then I'll think about continuing this. If not, meh. I'll play around with it for fun when I need a creative writing exercise. This idea, I admit, was inspired by SaturnXK's fanfic 'Double-Knotted Knots.'

As always, what I do not own:

Jack Frost, Elsa, and any other characters from Frozen or Rise of the Guardians.

Chapter 1

Elsa's day was not going well. It's not easy being the ruler of a mass company that ships ice, for chrissakes. How the hell do you sell ice? You can't sell different types of it, there were never any cartoons positively describing ice, and people only want it when they want it, so there's no convincing them that they want it more often than they should. What could you do?

She had spent all morning going from meeting to meeting, trying to soothe shareholders and convince stuffy old men in too-tight pinstriped suits that they should keep their stock in the company and that Arendelle Ice was NOT going downhill. They'd just hit a bit of a rough patch lately, that was all. Thanks to the cool break they'd been having, summer was simply not hot enough for customers to want to buy 'Arendelle Icicles,' flavored fruit popsicles that kids seemed to love.

After a long tiring day at work, she'd come home to find that Anna, her younger sister and co-president, had broken: 3 priceless Ming vases, an entire set of china (she didn't even want to know how she'd managed that), one of the upstairs banisters…and her virginity. Perfect. After finding her and the offending young man together in bed, she'd first made the man sign a waiver, prohibiting him to speak, before kicking him out of her house.

That was when she and Anna had had perhaps one of the biggest fights they'd ever fought. There was screaming, there was yelling. Insults and low blows were dealt from both sides, and past mistakes and screw-ups were mentioned and used as weapons. They'd stopped for dinner, but the atmosphere had still been tense and awkward. Anna had only said three words to her; "pass the peas," and those had been growled through pursed lips.

Eventually the evening had ended, and Elsa couldn't wait to put on her pale-blue satin pajamas and crawl into bed. A good night's rest had always helped relax her and refresh her for another day. For in dreams, she could forget that she was Elsa Arendelle, CEO of Arendelle Ice, sole guardian of her younger sister Anna, and the only person left in charge of everything. She could forget that she had a list a mile long of things to do the next morning, and that the last time she'd ever taken a vacation was before her parents died. She could forget that she was the responsible one, and that she was the only one who would truly give a shit if Anna accidentally got herself killed with a drug overdose or from alcohol poisoning, or through other destructive means. She could forget that Anna was going through a destructive, angry, teenage, 'I'm technically speaking an adult now, so you can't control my life' phase. And she could forget that she was only 21.

For in her dreams, she could be whoever she wanted to be.

But compared to what happened to her next, the previous chunk of her day seemed like cake.

Elsa awoke to the sound of a gun clicking against her temple, and a low voice hissing "Don't. Move."

AN: as for the reviews, I'm thinking at least 20 min. in number.

Okay, so my friends (traitors!) have also recently introduced me to the 'Amazing Spider-man' franchise, and I am now OBSESSED. It's like a friggin' virus. I haven't been this much obsessed with something since said friends introduced me to Doctor Who. Anywayz. Expect to see some Peter P./ Spider-man X Gwen S. fics in the future (yes I ship them like crazy). I'm posting this because one, I need to have more than one story on my page (repeat after me: a little variety is a good thing, breathe in, breathe out), and two, it's nice to have more than one story to think about (sorta). On the other hand, too many stories/ plotlines/ characters and I could go nuts. (It's like shoving too many colorful, interesting, flamboyant, important people into one medium-sized apartment building; with a few, it's not so bad, but if you keep adding more, and the space doesn't change…think Comic Con.) Then there's all the other things I need to think about on a daily basis. So yeah (for those of you who read/ follow my story 'The Winter Witch of the West'), I can no longer update once a week guys, I'm sorry.

Also, if you are an aspiring fanfictionist and need a beta, I am offering my services as editor. (If that's what a beta does, anyway. I believe it does. Feel free to correct me here.)

Am still obsessing over 'Winter Witch' (and have some great ideas for how 'Defying Gravity' will be mapped out), don't worry. If it makes you feel any better, last night I tested out the 'choreography' using a broom. It was really fun (and kinda exhilarating), but I accidentally woke up one of my roommates. :s whoops. So yes, I embarrassed my ass off, for you. The things I do for you people, honestly! ;)

'Til next time,

~Beth