Author's Note: Due to my continuous depression (because of my writing problems), I've decided to relate Elsa's attitude to my mood- cold-hearted and vaguely evil. Emphasize evil. (But not the evil Elsa on the first draft of Frozen! No, it's still our sweet Snow Queen although she's part evil in attitude here)

And since I naturally write humor genres ever since I started writing, I'm making this humor (come on, who doesn't love hilarious scenes?)

A bit difficult isn't it? Humor and a cold-hearted Elsa. That's the challenge for me.

Oh well.

I also tried to accommodate the grammar as related as possible to the audiences so they (you) would get to understand this. I don't actually regret having errors. English is not my first language anyway.

And lastly, I'm going to make this more action-y and conversation-y than thoughts-y because a story with more thoughts is rather boring me to death.

It's time to break the Jelsa cliches. Let's do this challenges I put up for my own self:

Challenge #1: Elsa and Jack didn't have their "Love at First Sight". Actually, their first meeting is more like "Hate at First Sight".

Snow Mischief

Chapter 1: Hate At First Sight

Arendelle... North Mountain... At a palace... Damn... Where is it?

Jack Overland Frost had to rest on a snow-covered pine tree, the tallest one as possible to get a better view of the winter landscape.

The wind it seems was strong up there, but he was positioned like he was born and raised up at the skies. Moonlight softly touches his windswept powder-colored hair. His striking blue eyes were scanning through the mountain and the tress. He never had a trouble finding a place before. Maybe because this location is too isolated from civilization.

And who is this damn girl who'd like to be on her own?

Stupid thing, really. He was having a good slumber at North's place until it was reported that there's this woman at Arendelle who are being victimized by Pitch's fears. And so North had to scold him to go immediately, since he's the only Guardian free at that moment.

"Wind! Take me up to the North Mountain!"

And as Jack jumped on his bare heel, the wind tossed him forward in an exhilarating speed. In no less than a minute, a majestic castle came into view.

Gotcha... Jack slyly smiled, then frowned.

But North never mentioned that it was made of ice, Jack thought. Who might have done this?

As far as he know, he's the only one who can perfectly built a structure like that, because of his ice powers. Not unless there's some crazy ice sculptor who loved ice so much that his addiction made him to create this.

Impossible.

Jack landed noiselessly on the castle's wide terrace. Staff ready at hand, he crawled and stood by the opening. No noise was coming from the inside so he reckons that it must be safe to look.

Jack peeked inside.

A girl was standing with her back facing at him. And she was still, unmoving, like an alive statue.

What is she doing? Jack wondered. Standing like that? That must be a huge waste of time.

Like he was used of not being seen by people, he easily slithered in. And that's when the girl took the opportunity and finally moved.

Her reflexes astonished him. She turned around in an amazing velocity and threw a shower of razor-sharp icicles at his direction.

With the ability to fly, Jack helplessly dodged it and eased back in the dark edge of the room so she won't be able to see him.

So this petite girl has ice powers, thought Jack. And she astonishingly can see him. Which of course makes this Guardian job easier for him.

The girl, whom North refer to as Queen Elsa of Arendelle, scanned the surroundings, arms outstretched in ready for attack. Jack stayed afloat in midair, all at while beginning to move around so that he can approach her from behind.

Unlike the other victims the Guardians are trying to help, this Elsa perked his interest. Her magical abilities and striking actions just seems fitting in Jack Frost's description of fun.

Smirking and finally behind the feminine, Jack zoomed forward and grabbed hold of her. His hand carrying the staff encircling her slim waist and the other free one, clamping her mouth shut.

Elsa's screams of protest were muffled. All Jack can think is that she's- jeez, very beautiful, as he can finally see her closely, pushing her head back unto his chest. Elsa had a gorgeous platinum blonde hair, braided and patterned with snowflakes, flawlessly resting on her milky shoulder. Her skin is soft and her lips are plush red. She had a very cute button nose Jack would love to nip. And as he was just about to describe how sexy she was when Elsa jabbed her elbow into his ribcage. Which made him yell in pain at the steroid impact of it.

"Intruder!" she yelled, backing away.

"A very handsome intruder, may I rephrase." Jack said, touching his ribs. Man, that hurts. "You must be happy that you come across a handsome intruder like me. Most of my kind are a bunch of uglies."

"Stand back! Stay away!"

Being the mischief he was, Jack took a step forward. Terror displayed at her face, Elsa created another set of thorns of ice in attack.

In one lazy flick, Jack vanished it.

The girl, astonished at how easily he manage to melt it, gaped, "You-?"

And she never was able to continue as Jack lunged towards her. Elsa blocked herself by crossing her arms, expecting a blow, but Jack only grab her wrists and pinned her down to the floor. She thrashed away but unfortunately he has already locked her down, his kneeling legs pinning down hers and his hands wrestling down her arms.

"Damn you, whoever you are!" she growled.

"Jack Frost, my lady, Jack Frost." he said, a smirk growing on his face. He can't help it, but Sweet Holy Lord, she's making him sweat. This girl underneath him looks like a seducing angel.

"You're very hard to tame, my beautiful lady." he said matter-of-factly.

He continued absorbing the sight of her when he noticed something strange, something very wrong.

Both of her eyes seemed a bit off color. The left one is light blue- the tint contains a natural color for people with blue eyes, but the other one... the right side, it has a dark shade on it. Something black shadowing the hue of her blue eyes.

Pitch... his mind clicked. Jack knew who must have done at this. Pitch must have already conquered part of her.

"Are you just enjoying being on top of me or you're just really jailing me on the floor?" The Queen retorted.

Jack blushed. And there it goes- like a moth to flame, something inside him churned in a good way- Jack was turned on. To be honest, he was never ever turned on by a girl. But this Elsa doesn't seem to care. She had the gloomiest expression in her eyes, like a sharp ice, ready to kill any second.

"Since we both have the ability, why don't we call this a fair fight? I will not hurt you and you won't hurt me." Jack said, attempting to calm her raging spirit.

Elsa scowled in distaste, "Fine. As you say so, Frost. Now move away from me."

As much as he enjoys it, Jack had to stand up. He offered a hand for her to reach and use as a guide but she just ignored it and stood on her own, brushing dust off her dress.

"How did you find me here, Gentleman?" questioned Elsa, chin held high.

"Sources." Jack picked up his staff and swung it over his shoulder, checking out the place after he did.

"Sources... not from Arendelle, is it?" she insisted.

"Yes." Jack flew over and land on the terrace's railing.

"And," she willed closer, "you aren't an ordinary human being, are you?"

"No." his answers were short.

Elsa drew a circle using her eyes, "Look." his eyes are drawn to her hair that glinted silver against the moonlight, "Can you give me at least longer answers with explanations?" she said, grinding her teeth together.

Jack sneered. This girl has a humongous madness towards him. He's surely entertained, "No."

He created a tiny single snowflake, and played it between his fingers before letting it afloat. The snowflake twisted midair before gently touching Elsa's nose. She tried to brush it off but it tickled her nose, forcing her to sneeze. Jack snickered. Elsa glared at him, not fond of the show-off he made. Instead, she despised it.

Cute, thought Jack.

"Ice powers?" the Snow Queen swiveled around from his smiling face, "Humph, copycat."

"Me? A copycat?" he shook his head, "How would you explain my flying abilities? The difference in our hair color? You've got to be kidding me." he said.

"Alright, fine. You won. You aren't a mutual copy of mine." she said, not meaning it at all because as she spun on her heel, she was smiling in a maleficent way, "But a man with white hair? A staff? A worn cardigan? You must be a hundred years old."

"More than that actually." he assured her, "You see, I am immortal. It means that I will be forever young and carefree, attracting girls with my looks that will never age."

Elsa looks uninterested, twirling her braid around her finger, "Shame for the girl you'll fall in love with. She'll grow older... and older, until she dies. While you- you'll be stuck in that age forever grieving and alone. Poor, poor Frost."

Cold chills ran through Jack's veins and nerves. His smile casually faded in a straight, horizontal line. Her word were very hurtful, like she doesn't care about other people's feelings. She's literally a cold queen, he thought. Maybe because her other half is already under Pitch's influence.

Jack climbed down the railing and told her, "Listen here, Queenie. I am sent by the Guardians here in your place to do a job and nothing else."

"And that is...?" her voice faltered.

"To protect you from Pitch." Jack patted her head with the curl of the staff. Elsa raised an eyebrow, "And to protect you from your own fears."

Silently thanking her heels for her to reach his tall height, so her little superiority is an advantage, Elsa turned to him, nose-to-nose, and said, "And what if I don't like your guidance?"

Jack huffed, "You better like it because I won't leave this castle until you overcome that fears of yours. Being a Guardian is my lifetime duty, I didn't choose it. But if I were to have a choice, I would pick a life wherein I get to be a mortal instead."

"I can conceal it myself." she stated. "But if there's nothing to solve your stubbornness, then let it be."

Slightly rolling her eyes, Elsa swiveled away and modeled along the icy floor, "Welcome to my kingdom of isolation, there's nothing interesting in here. Better suit yourself in."

Just like that? he thought, dumbfounded. This woman is paranoid.

"Is there food at all? I'm practically starving." Jack asked hopefully.

"Nothing." Elsa sat on a chair, facing a mirror. She disassembled her signature braid, letting her shiny hair loose and began brushing it, humming to herself as she did.

Jack gazed for awhile, then snapped out of reverie, "Then what do you eat? Or maybe you don't eat at all judging by the skinny bodice under that dress."

"Oh. That would be my personal bodyguard's work to do."

"Bodyguard?"

"Marshmallow!" she called out of nowhere. Jack had to snicker noisily. Is she serious? Her only food is marshmallows?

It turns out, Marshmallow is not a food but a gigantic snowman, about ten feet tall with fine claws and treacherous jaw made of frozen ice. As the monster entered Elsa's room, it glared at him, clearly not amused with Jack's personal joke.

"Can you give this young man a special treat? And find him a suitable room for his stay- oh wait, I think he can create his own room since we have the same powers, isn't it, Frost?" her every syllable never failed to mock. "Hurry up then. I don't want him getting bored. Plus, his presence is clogging my senses. I don't want him here." Elsa told Marshmallow, still checking herself at the mirror.

Marshmallow easily picked Jack up by his cardigan and made its way outside.

"Hey!" the poor guys thrashed and kicked in the air. The monster threw him out like he was merely a stray dog, and returned back from where it came from.

Before Jack could say something, the door to Elsa's private bedroom slammed close.

"Evil woman..." grumbled Jack, ruffling his hair. He never felt more annoyed and beat up. That female was more infriuating than those Elves and Yetis North had in his workshop. Why if even possible, she's worse than Bunnymund.

And speaking of the Santa Claus, suddenly there was a small vortex that appeared nearby Jack Frost. There, it showed an old face of someone who had a scrunchy white beard and sparkly blue eyes.

The old man smiled upon seeing him, "How's it going, Jack? You look troubled there."

Jack cleared his throat, "She's worse than Bunnymund, North. I don't know if I could handle this anymore."

North laughed the usual jolly Santa Claus laugh of him, "Well you've got to do it. It's our Guardian duty."

"Tell me, why don't you guys do this instead of me?" Jack asked.

"Jack- there are thousands more of children out there who has been experiencing Pitch's wrath. They need us. Tooth, Bunnymund, Sandy and I. Besides she's the Snow Queen, Jack. She powers like yours."

"So?" said Jack, "She's not even a child! She looks like eighteen years old or something."

North chuckled, as if everything was a joke. "If it was us guarding her then we would have been impaled. You can deflect her powers, right? And Jack..." his tone grew a bit serious, "She's been having nightmares ever she's been a kid. It just that this recent time, the fears are starting to overcome her power... it's becoming her enemy..."

"Okay then. But North, I still don't-"

"Jackie boy! Come on!" said North, "It's not so bad."

Easy for you to say, Jack threw daggers at him.

"So is everything going well?" North questioned changing the subject.

"So far, so good." replied Jack and reported a news, "Though there's a problem. It seems like she's already half-tamed by Pitch, I can tell it by the difference of the color of her eyes."

North scratched his chin, thinking. Now this was a problem, "If we could have responded earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

"I know." he agreed. "Um- how long will I stay here?"

But the cheerful man didn't seem to hear him. A sudden crashing in the background startled his focus on their conversation.

"Ah." North said, "That would be the Yetis. I gotta go, boy. Remember to keep her safe!"

"North!" he demanded, bolting upright.

"Promise me Jack!" the vortex is slowly disappearing. "And don't be too much on her, okay? I know she's nice!"

Jack tried to reach out to the vortex, "North! I-"

"'Bye boy!" it vanished away.

"...promise." he said in a weak voice. And he was all left alone again.

Groaning, Jack created a bed of soft snow and ice using his staff. He lied on it, setting aside his weapon and looking up at the ceiling. He studied the chandelier hovering above him.

Jack breathed out, amazed.

He couldn't even make something such as beautiful as that. He looked down at his own hands. Maybe their powers are a bit different after all. Elsa didn't need a staff to produce snow, she just uses her own hands. So in some ways, she's more powerful than him.

By the time Jack was beginning to get drowsy, the kissing door suddenly swung open. Instincts made him jump out of bed and came scrambling upon his weapon. But the only person who entered was Marshmallow. Elsa's bodyguard threw a brown sack at his direction and went back outside to do its duty, closing the door after him. Jack caught it and peeked out of curiosity to know what's inside.

There were big, fat juicy red apples. Among ten of them.

She's kept her promise after all. Maybe she isn't bad as it sounds. He could live with that. Jack shrugged, sat and munched the apples. This isn't going to be a hard job after all.

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