So, this is an OC of mine who has popped up in a few of my fanfics (some still in progress or not on the website) with Jack without much explanation. Trying to find the right story through google is impossible and she has too many different legends to give definite details. They needed a back story. The only thing that really changes is her age and her cause of death but because Jack and her are both legends and both associated with snow I decided to use a combination of different versions to create one whole. This is a one shot and if it is liked I may take it into a series of one shots and drabbles to give a better explanation. My stories are getting dark even for my tastes. Enjoy.
Warning: It's cute and lovely and totally goes against my dark demeanor but my stories are usually dark so... meh.
No love/pairings/sister it is just a possible friend for Jack. Her name is Frozen Charlotte btw. Please review.
I do not own Rise of the Guardians or affiliated characters. Only the OC is mine.
"Why am I here again?" Jack asked suspiciously to Nature as he sat in a tree above her dangling his foot playing with his staff.
"Because you need someone to talk to besides me and the moon. Someone you can relate to more." Nature said in a tone of almost reprimanding a child.
"You are the only one who talks to me. The moon doesn't and hasn't since I have existed." Jack responded in annoyance.
"Yes, well, over two hundred years of just me has to be boring so why not a friend?"
"I have the wind…" Crossing his arms, he floated down gracefully next to her.
"The wind is me you know? If I didn't exist here Jack, she wouldn't and neither would you."
"Point taken, but why her?" Jack gestured towards the frozen pond before them. It was very similar to his own except, this one, felt different in a way he couldn't explain. It was almost foreign to everything that was 'him' but so similar. Being there made even he, himself shiver.
"She needs a guide. Her human life wasn't what it could have been because she was vain, disobeyed her parents, focused on her natural beauty, and her own wants and needs. Her life was cut short before she could realize that she had more to give this world. She is not here for the same purpose as you but she does have a higher purpose Jack. She will be revived soon. The sun is setting."
The sun slowly set over the horizon and the moon rose towards the sky. The ice cracked and a small childlike girl with porcelain skin appeared from underneath. Jack couldn't understand why but his chills worsened to the point he collapsed. He felt like he did when he was first given his name with the exception of it being dark. He didn't understand why, the whole process was so eerily similar. Although it wasn't addressed to him the moon spoke to her giving her the name "Charlotte Iceil Frozen, Queen of Ice, Queen of Beauty, Guardian of Inspiration, forever known as Frozen Charlotte."
The small china doll face looked up stiffly at the moon upon hearing her name. Her face appeared at peace and unable to move but somehow without much movement at all she talked. More specifically she yelled and cursed the moon for returning her to the world. "Why?! Why did you choose to bring me back?! You have no right! I wasn't even given a proper burial and already my next life begins! Curse you for doing this to me!"
"Now, now child, you have a purpose to serve here. Disrupting your soul's resting place was going to occur whether you were buried or not. Your body from your past is useless and has decayed, this new one is immortal." Mother Nature stepped forward, Jack shyly but closely behind her still unsure of what was going on or why everything was eerily familiar to him.
Moving ever so stiffly she used her skates to move closer to the strange woman before her to observe her. Charlotte had tears streaming down her face not only with a rage filled, numbing anger but sorrow.
"What is my so called purpose?" She pouted in anger.
"You are here to protect others from dying at the wrong time, helping them stay alive to reach their full potential in life. You are a muse and will be used as inspiration for art and safety when dealing with icy weather. You will show the world the true beauty of winter."
The young girl had to be about thirteen years old. She had amazing, full bodied, curly, platinum blonde hair, pale icy blue eyes, unblemished porcelain skin with a slight pink blush. The only flaw were a few minor cracks, only emphasizing her doll-like features. She dawned fluffy ear muffs and a blue p-coat like dress that had countless flecks of ice giving it a glamorized glitter appearance. A blue rose sat on the collar of her coat and her ice skates were snow white.
"What beauty?! Do you see the cracks in my face?! I am hideous because of winter?!" Charlotte shouted. "When I move my joints my skin cracks like the ice except I do not fall apart. I am forever stiff like a corpse." She cried collapsing to her knees which cracked open revealing royal blue skin beneath it.
Jack approached her and created a small doll of ice as he knelt to eye level and handed it to the child. "Who said cracks were ugly in ice? It gives it more character and can create beautiful designs like this." He tapped the ice figures legs with his staff and it cracked. He tapped it once more and it re-shaped into an elegant layered skirt for the doll.
He stood up glancing at the night sky his staff balanced on his shoulders. She simply stared down at the doll. "Snow flakes melt and crack and change shape throughout their life span. Each more beautiful than the last and not one of them are ever the same. They are the essence of taking something broken and creating something new and better than before. They're physically still the same thing but they change." Jack smiled as he created a snow flake and sent it her way. It hit her nose softly and she began to giggle only to stop once her mouth cracked a bit.
"Ice is one of the few things in life that can be completely destroyed, yet it still has a purpose and it can be re-created into new shapes and forms, all of which are beautiful and all of which have a purpose. Water is unformed ice but it helps people and animals survive. When turned into blocks, it keeps food and drinks cold for it to last longer through famine periods. These blocks can be carved into shapes like that doll I gave you. It can become art and it can inspire it."
A pale, thin boy of no more than 14 was what she saw as she looked up. He had clothes that were old and worn. Pants made of brown leather with leather ties wrapped around his legs. A white tunic and brown cape on top. His skin was pale but had hints of freckles and his eyes were sapphire blue. A white messy mop of hair on top of his head with the appearance that he cut it himself with a razor.
The young girl stood back up. Both were close in height but she was slightly shorter. She glanced at him and hugged him tightly. He didn't know what to do. He simply hugged her back.
He grasped her shoulders and pulled her away so she saw his eyes "Think of it this way, if you ever feel so shattered that you cannot repair it, make something new from the shatter pieces. From a block of ice, to a carved figure, to icicles, to snow, and then water. From there it will repeat. Ice will exist as long as water does and vice versa it is constantly changing and so is the world and who you are. It is all about perspective."
"Who are you? You can control winter but you do not crack like me? Like… the ice…" She trailed off.
"I'm Jack Frost. I am not well known by mortals but a lot of immortals know me." He half heartedly chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck knowing full well the reasons he was known.
"He is going to be your mentor. Jack has a different path in his future and you will part ways one day, you my dear are my new daughter in this life. When you cannot come to either of us, the moon is always here." Nature said.
"Pfft, I wouldn't count on the moon too often." Jack scoffed completely ignoring what Nature said about his own future.
Throwing Jack a glance saying "shut it…" she focused on Charlotte again. "Because of this you will be taking charge of the season at one point and covering when Jack cannot. Seeing as you retained your memories, if you ever feel sad or lost because of your new path, we are here for you. Tonight I want Jack to train you in the basics."
"That's why you brought me here? To do a training session with another spirit? Why? I had to learn on my own." Jack questioned not sure if he was angry or just annoyed but he smiled and acted more casual than anything else as he went to a nearby tree branch and balanced with his staff between his shoulders.
"And did you find it worked? Do you know what you can do and can't do?" Nature glared curious as to why he thought different.
"I know you do not know all of your potential yet Jackson." The mention of his full first name made him cringe. "This is lesson for both of you. She is new and a winter spirit. You know all too well the dangers of winter but I want you to see how true your words are. Even spirits of the same season can be very different, just like snowflakes. The make up of the spells are in general, the same, but the effects can be different depending on the purpose for them."
"Different how? If we are different how can I train her?"
Just then, Charlotte copied Jack's snow flake to the nose trick on him but aiming at his forehead and he didn't laugh like he could make her do. Instead, he became more inspired to help and began to think of ways that would work in achieving the outcome they desired. He jumped down excitedly from the tree and approached the two again.
"I get it. Alright kiddo, I will teach you the basics but after that you are on your own because the rest you have to come up with. We can start whenever you are ready. Ok?" The child nodded and Jack went to sit at a nearby tree and let her talk to Mother Nature.
"So, he's my mentor?" Charlotte questioned looking up at the tall, dark but very beautiful woman before her.
Nature placed a hand on Charlotte's shoulder and kneeled to eye level. "Yes dear. He is a good child. Be patient and learn from each other. You have more in common than you may think at first. All will be revealed in time and you are free to choose your own paths."
Although she was a bit shy at first, still uncomfortable with her new self, she strode over to Jack and plopped down beside him in the snow watching him create a small flurry of snow flakes curiously. She went to motion her hand the same way until Jack said "You will need to learn how to control a small storm. This area is too populated and it could be risky. Will you go to the arctic with me?" still focusing intently on the small glittering mess as it swirled around his staff.
Charlotte blushed and furiously lashed out saying "I will not be alone with a boy in the middle of no where!"
Jack jumped several feet away from her, "Whoa! Whoa… I wasn't saying anything like that geez… Would you rather innocent by standers get sucked up in your storm? Family's are torn apart and people die. What would you do if you lost control? I can only show you how to use it and stop it and that is through example of my own magic. If it is out of control I cannot stop a storm of your creation. We will cancel each other out but the storm will be out of both our hands and that event can be catastrophic. I do not have many comrades and you do not know anyone yet. I am not here to hurt you I was asked to help you."
She pulled into herself at Jack's angry tone but she was just as stubborn and feisty as he was and replied sharply, "I do not need your help! I do not need to rely on anyone!"
Jack regretted his tone but a bit too late because she skated off. Using her ice skates as a quick means of transportation even on snow. She glided on the air instead of flying like Jack. He tried to follow her with the wind but lost sight when she reached a heavily wooded area. "Oh, Nature is going to kill, me…" Jack stated rubbing his neck awkwardly listening for any sign of the young girl and, low and behold a storm was brewing not far from him.
He sped quickly to her and calmed her down. Simply hugging her and using soothing words until the blizzard that should have occurred stopped. He carried her back to where Nature was and they all chatted about what had just occurred. Nature reprimanded both of them and a small rivalry bloomed. However, they did train successfully together in the artic as Jack pointed out the moon wouldn't let him be alone with her so she didn't have to worry about him pulling any moves on her and mumbling something similar to "Not like I would ever be with such a snob."
Although she was unsure she agreed after almost losing control of her powers and they practiced for about a year or so and she would occasionally follow him to create snow. Time went by and they would run into each other in both good and bad times. Despite their disagreements they were friends.
A little over a hundred years passed and the Guardians of Childhood recruited her friend. She was happy that he had a family now. She always had Mother Nature and the moon. Jack rarely had Nature and the moon still didn't speak to him at all. She would never willingly admit it but she did care for Jack and she still had the small ice doll that he made her. It became something similar to what his staff was. A conduit for her own power. It was strange that, no matter how hot the doll became it never melted and it did not shatter when she dropped it. She watched in the background and smiled contently as her friend and rival finally got everything he wished for.
Several months later her and Jack crossed paths and Jack explained his memories from his human life. Having died so similarly but for different reasons made them that much more relatable to each other but, also, that much more of an enigma.
They rarely spoke so in the brief moments they did, they would try to talk as much as possible even though Jack was often in a huff over something said between the two or she was. Often times bickering would occur that was similar to North and Bunny arguing over which holiday was better or harder. No matter what, they would still smile at some point to each other and rarely left on entirely bad terms.
She was never meant to be a Guardian of Childhood like Jack, she was meant to be Jack's guardian and inspiration. Despite him being her mentor he needed something to hold onto. He believed in her. She only needed his belief to exist. Her myths and legends are lesser known but she survived because they existed. A crude, vain girl in life who disobeyed her parents and died because of it, became a guardian to a guardian. It wasn't a bad deal. She was his muse but she also was a muse for the world in turn.
She was one of very few comrades he had and not many were a good influence. Honestly, neither was she but she kept him in line and they were there for each other. When he was at his lowest, they spoke and she tried to help him fix the issue peacefully. Although there was always some negative back lash from the spirits he may have meddled with unintentionally, she didn't care. They didn't understand him the way a friend could because they didn't see him as such.
They didn't know how hard it was to control winter, or how they could affect it with their emotions and certain ones could cause unintentional massive storms or lack there of.
No matter how many spats they had, or how often they bad mouthed each other, either to the other's face or to their respective families they still cared. Ego's too inflated to admit it.
She wasn't fond of winter, she wasn't fond of jokes and games but she was fond of Jack Frost. Although she did have her own crushes on other spirits, as did Jack unknowingly, Jack and her were always friends and never wanted to change it. They knew each other so well but so little, even so, the mystery of their existence, was something unique to only them.
The person who gave her such kind words always had a darker side to him that only the two ever spoke about because they felt a bond. Not a love or family type bond. One of a close friend. A friend to give ones secretes too in perfect trust. A best friend.