::Ice Mismatch::
by: Hk Ramos
December 04, 2013
Edited: December 07, 2013

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A/N:
Hi guys! Good to be back writing.
Plot kittens are stirred and wouldn't let me rest until I edit the snippet to an actual decent-ish chapter.
So I replaced the first one. It's been years since I wrote fanfictions. I hope I still have the hang of it? XD

And yes, it looks like this will become a multi-chaptered short instead of a long one-shot.
I got a few (more/other) ideas that I want to write down with this cross-over in mind.

Anyway, enjoy! Do leave a review or feel free to PM me. I love conversing with fellow fans!

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Disclaimer:
Frozen © Disney
Rise of the Guardians © Dreamworks / Sir William Joyce

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A young teen was floating around the snowy terrain; letting his white hair and himself be blown to wherever the wind decides, adding a sprinkle of snowflake here and there. It took his mind off the fact that he practically has no memory of who he is ... Or rather, who he was.

All he knew right now was that he could fly, that no one could see him, that he could produce and manipulate ice or snow (with a swish of the wooden staff he found). But he had no idea how he could do all those. And oh, that his name was Jack Frost.

Or was it?

A sharp shriek of delight cut him off his aimless activity. Turning towards the direction of the sound, Jack Frost then saw two young sisters wearing thick dresses (but seemingly oblivious to the temperature), having a snowball fight - Laughing, playing in the snow, having the time of their lives.

Something stirred up inside him. The sight of these two having fun made him giddy. It made him want to interfere and add a little oomf! to their current game.

Eyes lit up in mischief, Jack swooped down to where the two were. He lightly tapped his staff unto the snow in quick succession; making small balls of snow clump together as "ammos". He made more as both would pick up and roll these ready-made snowballs; pelting each other one snowball after another. Ammo refill!

One of the sisters, who had milk blonde-colored hair (and seemed to be the elder of the two) landed a snowball squarely unto the auburn-haired one's face. "HAH! Got you Anna!"

"Elsa! That hurt!" The other replied, wiping the shaves of ice off, giggling. Anna proceeded to throw snowballs back to get even, but it would either be too weak or her aim was off.

Jack watched the two's game while he dusted off some gathered snowflakes on his brown cloak, proud of his contribution. He watched in amusement when he noticed that the elder sister was rolling up a larger snowball about a third of her own size. Heh, the final attack, huh? Let's take this up a notch!

Seeing that she was ready to toss it, he waved and aimed his staff in sync with her as she threw the huge snowball —

— But upon hitting the younger one, something unexpected happened.

Two pairs of frosted blue eyes grew wide when they did not see a pile of snow where someone would emerge from it. Instead, they stared at an ice statue of a little girl before them.

No, that's not what it is, both are starting to realize as they continued to look at it. The "sculpture" is the young freckled redhead — emerald eyes as shocked as theirs — encased in a berg of glacier.

Oh no. Did Jack overuse his power in excitement, in how much fun they were having?

"ANNA!" The older sister screamed as she rushed towards her sister. She touched the surface of the ice; hand shaking, eyes in disbelief. She rolled up a huge snowball to knock her sister down … But then a quick blast of ice and snow rushed from behind her as she threw the snowball.

What happened? She asked herself as she gazed at her hands, now numb to the cold. Did she produce that blast a moment ago? Did she.. Do this to her younger sister?

Jack reached out his hand to - Elsa, was that her name? - pat this girl's hair, in an effort to calm her … But his hand simply passed right through her.

Oh, right.. He turned to look at the girl and try to talk to her - And upon seeing her face, he could see guilt all over it.

Was she blaming herself for what happened? Is she … Thinking that she did this with her own hands?

Jack ran his hand over his hair in frustration. Elsa choked up and softly mumbled.

"What have I done?"