A/N: What's this? Something not Ninja Turtles?
Hehe, yeah...I have no comments on this.
Disclaimer: Is there a sequel to Rise of the Guardians in the works? What? There is? Oh...I had nothing to do with it!
Jack watched in mild amusement as the snow fell from the sky. Despite being able to create it himself, he still found it amazing to watch.
He didn't know why, but something drew him to this kingdom-he believed the name was Arendelle.
Yeah, that sounded right.
One advantage of being a spirit or whatever was that he could sneak into places without notice from others.
Like a castle.
The snow spirit flew in through an open window, paying no mind to the lack of people. Typically the castle was filled with the servants and such, but none were around when he flew in.
Suddenly he heard yelling.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Jack ran towards the room he had heard the yell from.
There was a woman laying in bed with a man sitting next to her and another woman holding a baby.
"Are you sure?"
"There's no way she's alive. There's no breath."
Jack felt like his heart stopped simehow-he didn't know why, but the death of a young girl filled him with fear and unease.
He needed to help her.
As the spirit walked towards the newborn, he silently thanked the Moon for his inability to be seen: there was no way he would've gotten near her if the adults knew he was there.
'Well, now what?' he thought as he stared at the girl's pale face. What did he expect to do? Just tap her and hope his moon magic would bring her to life?
...Well, it was worth a shot.
Jack gently touched a fingertip to the baby's unnaturally white skin, covering it in a layer of frost, but he paid no mind to that. He paid attention to the sub subtle breath the girl took in.
"Your majesty! The princess...she's breathing!"
Jack gently touched the child's hand to make sure she would be alright, then left as Princess Elsa let out a loud wail.
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Elsa let out a laugh as she watched Sven and Olaf attempt to skate on her magic-made ice rink. As she let out the cheerful noise, however, she felt a breeze blow across her neck and someone approach her.
This feeling was one that was very familiar; she had it several times throughout her life, and her mother said she had it a few times when Elsa was still a baby.
Ever since hearing the story of how she was stillborn until frost had started growing on her cheeks, she had decided that this presence was a real life snow angel (considering it was usually the winter she felt it), and sometimes thought of him as her guardian angel, for she always felt safer with him.
"Thank you..." she whispered to her angel. "Thank you for saving my life all those years ago..."
Jack allowed a small smile to grace his lips at Elsa's gratitude. He had felt a strong connection with Elsa, and as a result, he was always in Arendelle whenever the winter season hit (sometimes bringing it a little early) just so he could keep an eye on her.
He knew he was unable to help her with control over her powers, but he always had faith in her.
She was a special child.
A/N: If you have a fail ending, make the last word(s) your title. That always makes it better.
Not really.
...Please be kind.