Author's Note: This is my first try at writing a fanfiction, because if I don't write something about Jelsa I am going bananas soon :3 Hope you like this story and please let me know what you think about it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of The Guardians or Frozen, but the plot belongs to me

Enjoy :)

*Chapter One *

"HE'S COMING TODAY! HE'S COMING TODAY! OOOH MY GOOOOSH ELSA! HE IS COMING TO ARENDELLE! HE-"

I roll my eyes at Anna's antics but couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. My sister's all time idol, Jackson Overland Frost is said to be coming over to Arendelle for a short stay before resuming his tour, and the paparazzis have been going crazy. She held a hand to her heart, lips pressed into a straight line, suddenly too overwhelmed for words. I shook my head and left her bedroom.

That sister of mine...

Jack Frost was just an average pop singer, nothing setting him apart from other much more talented artists than his looks which drew the whole population of female species crazy whenever he blinked.

Pfftshh...

I sat on my bed, pulling the piano keyboard in front of me, fingers running along the snow white keys. I smiled. Only with music did I feel most at ease.

Tapping each key lightly, stringing the notes together into a melody, I started humming to the tune of Sunday Morning. I close my eyes and lose myself in the music.

Fingers trace your every outline,
Paint a picture with my hands,
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm,
Change the weather still together when it-

I stop abruptly and groan at the racket outside the house. Some shouting and footsteps pounding on the cement pavement.

Great.

I can totally relax with all that beautiful noise.

I huff at my bangs and get up to look out the windows to see what the commotion was about. Just then, there came a steady and urgent knock on the front door. I grin.

Kristoff must be looking for Anna again. He is the first and only boyfriend of Anna's that I actually like with all my heart.

I turn the doorknob, a smile on my face.

"Hey Kri-" Something's not right.

His hair is not white. His eyes are not a piercing blue.

His skin-

I nearly got pushed over as the person came barging in my house and slammed the door shut like the zombie apocalypse was waiting outside for him. He pulled the nearest chair and shoved it in front of the door, closed the curtains and sank down to his knees, panting.

My mouth was hanging half open.

"What in the world..." I widened my eyes and quickly stepped back. "Y-you're not a wanted criminal, right? Are you going to kill me? Drug dealer?"

He looked up and seemed to take in my presence for the first time. He smirked.

My jaw was already hanging loose and it was threatening to drop off any moment. I shut my mouth, anger and annoyance boiling up inside me at the sight of the last person I wanted to meet today.

"Hi," He got up and straightened his black leather jacket, messing his hair a little and flashed his signature smile.

Any girl would've dropped to their knees swooning by now, and if I hadn't known any better, I wouldn't still be standing upright.

Okay, so maybe I had a wall for support.

But that was very good of me, in terms of self control. He knew just how to move every inch of his body to radiate his golden boy attraction to innocent female victims.

I took a deep breath.

"Hi."

He grinned in amusement. "I'm sorry for this inconvenience, but I need to borrow your humble home for just a few minutes to avoid paparazzi. Do you mind?"

His earlier rude actions came back to mind and I remembered why I hated him as an artist in the first place.

I got up and rolled my eyes. "I do mind very much Mr. Jack Frost. Now if you'll excuse me, I will go back to my business. I encourage you to leave as soon as possible." I turn around and stalk off.

I hear him chuckle. "I take it you're not a fan."

"I'm no fan or table lamp or refrigerator of yours, thank you very much."

He walked over towards me, leaning against the door frame casually. The smell of peppermint from his body was refreshing. "Ouch." He feigned hurt and placed his hand on his heart. I sighed and shook my head.

He is hopeless.

Terribly, terribly hopeless.

"If you're not a fan, how do you know about me?" He cocked his head to the side, eyeing me with a hint of interest.

"My sist-" No sooner had I said those words did she come bolting down the stairs, make up on and her hair in a stylish bun. I couldn't help but laugh at my sister's enthusiasm.

"..." She opened and closed her mouth several times before releasing an audible gasp. "Jack."

"Hi." He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled at Anna.

She looked like she was constipating and/or crying. "I heard your voice from my room, I thought I was imagining things." She smiled, a dreamy look on her face. "Have a seat? A drink?"

He was about to give a response when the door started banging. Muffled shouts of Jack's name was clearly audible. I cringed, Anna looked shocked and Jack was downright terrified.

He dashed to the nearest place, my room, and knocked the piano keyboard right off its stand.

Author's note: It's pretty short, but if any of you guys like this, I can post longer chapters later on :3

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~Never suppress your inner rainbow~

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