Description: Elsa is dutifully and gracefully running her kingdom. Jack is enjoying Arendelle after the wind brought him to the place with eternal winters and sorceresses. After decades of immortality and being invisible, Jack doesn't want to get hurt. He focuses on fun and ignores the serious things in life. Even if he wasn't immortal, he wouldn't be able to commit to anyone, romantic or otherwise. His heart is 'frozen'. But, Elsa can see him. Why? Will he open up to her? Will he let himself care? Can love truly thaw his frozen heart?
And why are mysterious wildfires popping up everywhere? Could ice no longer be the enemy?
All credit for the characters goes to DreamWorks and Disney, unless otherwise stated.
Other: Takes place shortly after Frozen ends, Rise of the Guardians has not happened yet.
A/N: I'm so excited for this story :D hope you guys like it! I know, the first chapter is super short, but since I consider this a prologue, I wanted to keep it short. My average chapter is a lot longer than this. Please review! :D It doesn't take all that much time. Just a quick, "Love it! Keep writing!" Would be great :)
Prologue
Jack's pov
The wind is a carefree thing. It blows this way and that. It is strong and weak. Gentle and angry. Soothing and scary. It does what it wants, when it wants. Like me. Maybe that is why it listens to me. Maybe because we both cannot be seen.
The wind is a selfish thing. It snatches balloons from young children, homework from teenagers, bank statements from adults, leaves from trees, seeds from flowers, birds from the ground.
The wind is a curious thing. It hears everything because it is everywhere. When it catches a rumor it fancies, it carries it for miles.
The wind once brought a rumor to my ears. A rumor of two princesses in a kingdom far, far away. A rumor that one of the princesses, soon to be queen, is a sorceress. I heard rumors of a frozen summer, an eternal winter. It sounded great to me, but I hear the terrified whispers of the people. I didn't know why the wind continued to bring me bits and pieces of information from this place.
I stood in one of the top branches of a tree, looking out over a canopy of leaves. I stood there, tree trunk in my left hand, staff in my right. My brown trousers and poncho blew in the wind.
Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart.
The whisper rushed to me, so quiet I almost missed it.
Where is the wind getting these stories? I thought, curious.
If only there was someone out there who loved you. I frowned. Now the wind was just being rude.
Nevertheless, I wanted to go to this place. This place with princesses and sorcerers and eternal winters and frozen hearts. But I knew nothing about it and the wind wasn't helping. I didn't even know if the whispers I was getting were from the same time period. The 'frozen heart' comment, though I heard it first, could have been from hours ago while the 'no one loves you' comment could be from years, even decades ago.
Some people are worth melting for. My frown deepened. What was that supposed to mean?
"What do you want me to do?" I spoke out to the wind.
Queen Elsa of Arendelle.
Arendelle... That had to be where the rumors and whispers were coming from. I had to find out what it all was. I felt drawn to Arendelle, and even more so since I now had a name for it.
The wind roughly pushed me to my left. I laughed. "Alright, alright! Take me to Arendelle!" I yelled, and jumped from my place in the tree tops. As expected, the wind pulled me up and I was soaring through the sky, leaving a trail of snowflakes behind me. I laughed.
"Wooooh! Yeah!" A smile spread across my face. I began turning somersaults and loops in the air. Goofing off as always. What can I say? It's my favorite pass time.
I didn't realize it at the time, but fun and laughter was all I had. It was my center. But, being decades old, I was afraid of being hurt, and that is why I had let fun consume me. My center had, metaphorically, frozen my heart.
"I will never get used to this!" I yelled out, enjoying the feeling of riding on air.
Love will thaw.