Hey guys, this is my first Disney and Dreamworks crossover. Actually it's my first fanfiction story. It's my first story altogether, shall we say. We'll see how this goes. I'll upload a chapter weekly-ish. If you guys really want I suppose I could do it daily. So yeah. Let's ruummbbleee! Let the reading commence!

Disclaimer:

I own NOTHING of Frozen, or Dreamworks ROTG; just wanted to make that loud and clear. :)

Trying hard not to yawn, Jack Frost tiptoed in through the back door of Dreamworks and Disney Ltd., buffeted by a blast of freezing air. Man, he was tired. His late night date on Saturday was finally catching up on him, as had Sunday's double shift surveillance gig for the fraud insurance case.

Jack detoured into the small kitchen, peeking to see if anyone was around before making a beeline for the coffee pot. He rubbed his hands together to restore circulation, as he pulled a mug from the closet and placed it on the counter trying not to make any noise.

"About time you got here."

At the reproving comment behind him, Jack stifled a groan. So much for sneaking in an hour late.

He poured his coffee, tipped his head back, took a long swallow, and braced himself as he turned.

With a pointed glance at her watch, Merida folded her arms across her chest, raised an eyebrow, and waited with a deathly glare.

"The streets are a sheet of ice."

Why he felt the need to justify his late entry to the office manager escaped-and very much so annoyed-him.

Merida increased her glare and tapped her finger on her arm.

"I got here on time."

Touché.

He took another swig of his coffee.

"I had another busy weekend."

"I'll bet. Who was it this Saturday, the rocket scientist you brought to the picnic who forgot to refigerate the potato salad and made us all sick, or the nuclear physicist from last year's Christmas party who thought computer forensics was a new video game?"

He did NOT need a lecture first thing on a Monday morning.

"For the record, I worked all day yesterday. And I mean all day." Eager to change the subject, he squinted at a large black streak in her red curly hair.

"What happened the purple?"

"I was in a black mood," she paused, tapping her chin, as recognition passed through her face. "And don't change the subject!" she tipped her chin up defiantly at him, almost daring him to challenge her.

Mug still in hand, he gazed at her over the rim of his cup as he took another sip of the coffee, fighting the urge to laugh into his beverage. Always trying to start a fight.

"We have a new client in the waiting room, who fought her way through the ice storm. She has been twiddling her thumbs for the past half hour, which I've noticed hasn't calmed her nerves. Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

"It didn't ring." He needed a nap so bad.

"Is the battery dead?"

"No." He pulled it off his belt.

The battery was dead.

Wow.

He must be more tired than he thought: he never forgot to charge his batteries.

"I guess it needs to be charged."

"I guess it does. You want me to show her back?"

"In a minute." He snagged a packet of sugar to cut the bitterness of the coffee.

Merida gave him a disapproving look. "I bet you ate a bowl of sugarcoated ceral this morning too."

Without responding, he ripped the top off the packet and the full contents in-more in an act of defiance than prudence.

"That's what I figured." She swiveled in her high-heeled leather boots and excited into the hall with a swish of her short skirt and a smug look on her face.

Picking up book, he threw it over his shoulder, not bothering to turn as he heard a short gasp of surprise after a thump. A smirk flickered across his face.

He had hit his target.

"He'll be with you in a couple of minutes."

Elsa turned as the receptionist reentered the waiting area rubbing her back leg as she slightly limped to her desk. "Thanks."

Clasping her hands together in her lap, she stole another look at the receptionist. Her streak of black which almost disappeared in her mass of red curls, miniskirt, boots, clunky metal jewellery and heavy handed makeup was more than a bit off-putting.

Anna would no doubt approve of her splashy look.

Just one more example of the 180-degree difference of their viewpoints.

On the other hand, if she hadn't found Merida's number in Anna's room, she would've had to go to a regular Private Investigator, and this was a whole lot better.

"I can show you back now."

As the receptionist spoke again, Elsa rose and joined her at the door behind her desk. Merida pushed through, then led the way down a carpeted hall to the first office on the right, where she paused and gave a discreet knock on the half-closed door.

"Your client is here." She stepped aside and gestured for Elsa to enter.

"Thanks." As Elsa murmured the word, she slipped past the receptionist, crossed the threshold... and did a double take.

While glitzy Hollywood-type PIs might be more fabrication than reality, the athletic-looking man who rose to greet her did fit the stereotype. As he circled the desk to shake her hand, she did a quick assessment. He was tall, topping her five-and-a-half-foot frame by a good six inches, and definitely handsome. He had shock-white hair and the eyes of a clear blue sky.

"Ms. Summers, I'm Jack Frost." He took her hand, his firm grip warm and reassuring.

She smirked as she pulled her hands from his, trying not show how much that little touch had her insides go all fluttery.

"The Jack Frost?"

"Yeah, I get that a lot, you wouldn't believe how many times my parents had a laugh about that."

Somehow even that little fact about was able to calm her down and make her smile.

Remember why you're here Elsa.

Right.

He gestured to the chair to the side of the room. "Please, have a seat."

As she walked over and slid into a chair, he gestured toward the door.

"Did Merida offer you a beverage?"

"Yes. I turned her down, but I'm rethinking coffee."

"No problem. Cream or sugar?"

"Just cream, please."

"I'll be back in just a minute. Please make yourself comfortable."

This case was looking better and better by the minute.

Especially the client.

A goofy grin spread across Jack's face as he put a dollop of cream into the coffee, watching as it turned to a light brown.

While he was usually interested in blondes, this one really caught his eye. Especially her hair. It was the first thing he noticed when he saw her.

It was a shame she wore it in that French braid, becoming as the style was. He'd prefer to see out loose and full. Then again, the hair helped to point out her beautiful blue eyes, full lips and model-like high cheekbones. Man was she good-looking.

Still grinning, Jack straightened his tie and took the coffee from the counter and made his way to his office. While the company had a discreet law about dating clients, there was no rule against looking...and enjoying. Setting himself into professional mode he made his way to his office and handed the coffee to Elsa, watching as she tried not to shiver. He fought the urge to grab her hands and warm them in his.

Man did he have it bad.

Instead, he quickly made his way to his desk and collected a few stray papers, and set them into a neat position and knitted his hands together on the desk.

"So how can I help you Ms. Summers? Merida mentioned a run-away situation?"

Elsa sighed and set the coffee down after a few sips.

"Yeah, it's my sister, Anna Summers. She's been missing for about... well I'd say 17 hours now. I checked with her school to verify that she did attend school, she left with about £100 from my bank account and she took her phone."

"Anything else?"

"No, but she left her SIM card."

Jack nodded. Clever girl: without the SIM she would be untraceable.

He let his gaze linger on Elsa as he ran his hands through his hair as he began to slowly lean back.

"Did she leave a note of some kind?"

"Yes." Elsa pulled a note out of her pocket and set it on the desk in front of him. Jack picked up the note and began to read.

Elsa,

This isn't working out for either of us, I'm sorry. I'm going away, so things will be better for you.
I think that things will be better that way, for us to go our separate ways.

Goodbye,

Anna.

Jack lifted his head in question and met her gaze head on.

"So I'm guessing by the note your relationship wasn't too great?"

It was Elsa's turn let her head drop.

"Yeah, our Mother and Father died on a cruise ship and I've become her "guardian" ever since. We never really got on that much, but we still looked out for one another. I really didn't see this coming."

She sucked in a breath and held up her head.

"I just want to make sure she's safe."

"How old is she?"

"16." (A/N Yeah yeah, I'm fully aware Anna's really eighteen but in this case, if she was eighteen, there'd be no point to look for her because she'd legally be an adult so, don't complain.)

Jack let out a low whistle.

As a sixteen year-old, she could be anywhere. Teenagers were getting smarter and smarter thanks to school, and with today's tech and gadgets, who knew where she'd be.

"Do you have a picture of Anna?"

"Yeah it's...in my bag...somewhere..."

Elsa turned and took out her bag and fished around in her purse for a while Jack tried to digest all the information he'd been thrown. The case didn't have much promise.

Rocky relations, untraceable, 16 years old and missing for 17 hours?

Pretty unlikely that Anna was probably ever going to be found.

"Here." Snapped out of his train of thoughts, he reached forward to take the picture, and scrutinized the picture under his hard glare.

Two girls were in the photo, one he recognized as Elsa and the other he assumed could only be Anna. They were at a concert and both of the had turned around to wave at the camera with arms wrapped around each other. He let out a little smile. Who knew so much hid underneath that one photo.

"Looks like you had fun there."

Elsa let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, until Anna got sick and vomited all over my shoes."

Jack let a small snigger escape from his mouth as he then handed the photo back to Elsa. She clenched her hands in her lap and lowered her head as her taut body posture spelled WORRY in capital letters.

Jack's smile vanished. Here he was laughing when she was stressed as could be. He got up from his desk and walked round to Elsa. He put his hand on her shoulder when she didn't respond to his departure from his desk. She tensed, looking up at him in confusion.

"I won't lie to you Elsa. The first 24 hours are critical. I'll take your case, but it won't be cheap."

"Really, you will?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Indeed. But we'd better get moving." He picked up his jacket from his chair and opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter the hallway before her.

"But-but where are we going?"

Jack merely smiled.

"To find your sister."

A/N

Yay! Jack takes the case! Let the chemistry begin!

Now I just wanna clear a few things up.

First up, Anna ran away because she felt pinned down by her sister and wanted to explore the world and felt guilty for their parent's death.

Second, Hans will be featured in this story, but surprise surprise, he will be a misunderstood villain.

Third, reviews are appreciated. A LOT.

Next up on Kidnapped (I feel like I'm on a TV show) :

This wasn't what she'd envisioned when she'd walked out of Elsa's house three days ago.

As Rapunzel turned Anna around and began to walk away, Anna caught a glimpse of Hans Westerguard waking in their direction.

"...It's obvious you don't belong here. I have plenty of room at my place for you to hang out until the blizzard clears."

... Hans grinned. "I'm not serial killer, if that's what you're thinking..."

Tempted but wary, she tucked the card in her coat. "I'll think about it, okay?"

Thanks for reading!

Ren xxx