A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, as I finally got the guts to write one! Constructive criticism is welcome! Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen, nor do I own their characters. I present to you, Iced Waves!
Chapter One
Jack
The moon shone brightly, piercing the darkness of the sky. Silver beams spilled into his room, providing more light than his dimly lit candles. A young boy of about twelve sits upon a wooden stool in front of a small wooden desk in the corner of his small room. There he sat every night, pouring his heart onto pages of parchment. Tonight's masterpiece was nothing unfamiliar. It depicts a youthful, petite girl with long flowing locks and beautiful doe eyes. She looked no older than ten, but she radiated beauty. Jack was sure he had never seen her before, yet traces of her could be found in every one of his drawings. He had nicknamed the girl Snowflake, because she reminded him of the beauty of freshly fallen snow, and in every drawing there was a hidden snowflake to remind him of her. He never intentionally drew one, they just sort of appeared. Today, the snowflake appears in the branches of the tree that the ropes of the swing the girl is swinging on are attached to. Jack finishes smoothing the lines of Snowflake's loosely curled hair and puts his pencil down. The white haired boy drew in a deep breath and looked at the drawing. Although he does not know the girl, he can't help but feel connected to her. Jack snapped out of his trance when Sophia, his younger sister, began to wake. "Jack," she mumbles as she gets out of bed. "What are you doing?"
"Just drawing Soph. Wanna see?" Sophia nods and stumbles her way to her brother. He pulls her into his lap and pets her hair.
"It's the girl again. Who is she, Jack?"
"I don't really know Sophie." She just nods again and lets out a big yawn. He picks her up, places her in bed and plants a soft kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, Little One. I love you." Jack goes to his own bed, climbs in and goes to sleep.
Elsa
His eyes. Beautiful and piercing, much like her own. And his hair. As white as snow. These are the traits of a boy that Elsa sees regularly. He visits her often, always in different locations. Tonight they are in the grand ballroom, dancing the night away. She looks about eighteen, he is surely twenty. He spins her across the floor, the train of her gorgeous blue dress gliding across the floor behind her. They are truly a breathtaking couple, seemingly made for each other. His mere presence plasters a beautiful smile on Elsa's face. He opens his mouth to tell her something. "Elsa! Wake up!"
Elsa jolts awake to see the bright face of her bubbly redheaded sister, Anna, in place of the man. "Let's play!" Elsa sleepily sits up as Anna climbs onto the bed. They play with the baby dolls Anna has brought from her room, simply enjoying each other's company. "Oh, Elsa! Can we play tea party!"
"Sure Anna," Elsa exclaims as she gets up to get her porcelain tea set. It was a gift from King Adgar to his eldest daughter, a beautiful and expensive gift. However, the cost was no object to the king. As far as he was concerned, Elsa and Anna deserved the entire world, no matter the cost. Each piece was a glossy white, detailed with intricate designs of cobalt blue. She returned to the bed and Anna set up the display. Serving a cup of imaginary tea to her dolls, Anna turns and asks, "What were you dreaming about, Els?"
"Nothing Anna." This is always Elsa's answer. Soon, the girls are called by their mother, who tells them to begin their lessons. "Bye Elsa! See you later!" Anna cheerily remarks as she follows her mother to their classroom. Elsa waves and walks to the music room to begin her piano lesson. As she plays, she cannot help but think about the white haired boy. She feels a connection, although the two have never met. She isn't even sure he is real, but she prefers to believe he is. The boy brings her immense joy in her dreams. Maybe she will meet him someday. She knows she cannot think this way, as she is betrothed to Hans, the son of Commander Westerguard of the Arendelle Armed Forces. She had known him as long as she could remember, however, she could not see herself marrying him, or anyone for that matter. She was still young. Elsa pushes these thoughts to the back of her mind and allows her fingers to wring music from the instrument in front of her. She sighs and instantly relaxes, feeling at ease with her performance.
