DISCLAIMER: This is a drabble series that utilises characters from the movies "Rise of the Guardians" and "Frozen" - as such, while the plot is mine, the characters featured in this story are not. The "Rise of the Guardians" movie characters belong to Dreamworks, and the "Frozen" movie characters belong to Disney. I own nothing but the plot, a blueberry muffin, some pocket lint and a very dark imagination.
For the purposes of this plot: Jack is 29, Elsa is 28. There is implied/past Pitch x Elsa.
This drabble series contains adult themes such as profanity, sex, explicit language, graphic descriptions of both violence and death. As such, it is rated M.
Each chapter will range between 100-500 words (as is the nature of drabbles).
noir heart: one
"Good morning Arendelle City! It's a cool fifty degrees Fahrenheit today, with highs of fifty five in the afternoon. The skies are overcast, but don't let that get you cold and down, 'cause it's the six a.m. wake up hour! Here's a little Bruno Mars to get you up and out of bed…"
With his face pressed into the drool-soaked pillow, Jack snaps awake with a start at the infuriatingly enthusiastic radio host's miserably awful attempt to, like every day, channel Robin Williams in Good Morning Vietnam.
His eyes bleary with alcohol-induced sleep, his mouth dry with dehydration and his head pounding like a herd of elephants on speed, he blindly swings his right arm at the Uptown Funk-playing radio, desperate to kill the noise and save his skull.
Instead, his hand accidentally connects with the half-empty bottle of sleeping-medication-also-known-as-beer resting on his nightstand, and sends it flying a good few feet with its contents spraying even further, coating the floor and the edge of his worn bedsheet in warm alcohol.
Five minutes in the land of the living, and he's already making mistakes.
Hell of a start to the day.