Hi! So, this is my new obsession. Saw the movie about a week ago, and I've been writing only RotG fanfiction since. And most of them have been one shots and drabbles, well, I'm uploading them. This will be updated erratically, mostly depending on when I get around to typing up my handwritten stuff.
And yes, I know there are a ton of different fics like this. I'm just adding my contribution to them.
The Workshop
Jack flew lazily on top of the Arctic Circle, smirking as he was cursed in Russian. Well, not him per say, but the snow that he created.
As he drifted north, Jack could hear voices and music. His brow furrowed in confusion. Who in the world was at the North... Pole...
Jack grinned. He had found Santa's Workshop. What else should he do but sneak in? After all, he hadn't gotten a Christmas present in... ever. Saint Nick surely owed him one at the very least.
He floated up to a window leading to an empty room, with nothing but a table and empty shelves there. Jack didn't know what the room was for, but the window looked easy to open. It swung open with a slight pull, and Jack slid in.
The room was warm, and small frost patterns marred the wooden floor where his feet landed. Jack smirked at them, even as they melted. No way would Santa Claus miss his visit. He breathed in deeply, and savored the smell of baking sweets and sawdust mingling in the air.
He walked into the hall beyond the room, marveling at the elaborate decorations. Jack was confident that he wouldn't be seen by anyone. And if he was, well - they probably wouldn't see him. No one ever did.
Jack followed the sounds of hammering and sawing, and bumped into something very fuzzy, very warm, and very big. He stumbled back to stare at the yeti. Who was staring right back at him. "Oh. Um. Hi?"
The yeti grunted something at him.
"I don't understand yetish, sorry." This earned him another grunt, and a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. The hand pushed him down the hall, away from the sounds of the workshop.
Jack shrugged good-naturedly, happy simply that he'd found someone who could see him finally. Too happy to really to fight to go to the workshop.
"So, what's your name? I'm Jack Frost," he said.
"Blowlgrawaw."
"Okay, I'll just call you Phil, then," Jack said. "Phil's good, right?"
The yeti's shoulders shook with what Jack hoped was laughter, and opened a large, ornate door. Outside was a blizzard - Jack's blizzard.
"Okay, okay, I'll go," Jack said. "But I'll be back, Phil! Count on it." And he flew off into the storm.
The newly-dubbed Phil, for his part, was unsure if that was a threat or a promise.
Headcannon: Phil really likes Jack, despite having to keep him out of the Workshop for a couple of centuries (this takes place, oh, late1700s, early 1800s). They're actually pretty good friends. Actually, Phil might be one of Jack's only friends. Let's see... there's Wind, Phil, Sandy... I can't think of more. At least, pre-movie.
