AU; Jack is real and he lives in Arendale. Of course, he keeps his powers, but he has a brilliant control on them and when he finds out the queen is the same as him, he chases after her. This story is inspired by many of the AMVs I found on Youtube. Thank you for making those videos!

There are spoilers and I do have the movie a little mixed and whatnot. Please no flaming, this is my first crossover.

DISCLAIMER; Rise of the Guardians and Frozen are not mine. I made this for entertainment purposes.

Jack tugged at the lapels of his nice jacket. The family had been taking care of him watched him as he tugged at everything else. "Remind me why I have to go to thing?" he asked. His foster mother smiled with practiced patience. Jack had shown up on their doorstep not five years earlier, barefoot and lonely. He instantly bonded with their daughter Sarah.

"It's the first time that the gates have been open in so, so long," his foster father explained, dusting off his shoulders. The blue eyed just turned young man stared at him through the mirror.

Jack had just turned twenty one, his white hair had never once changed color and his eyes remained the icy blue. What his foster family didn't know was he controlled snow. He had been able to since he was thirteen years old. His control on it was flawless. His sister (he didn't count her as a part of the foster thing) smiled at him. "You look amazing Jack," she said. He put his boots on last, looking out to see the perfect summer air and the gates blessedly open.

When he first got there, he didn't understand what the sisters went through. There were various rumors of course, most he didn't listen to. Some rang with the truth around the edges, but soon were lost with more voices and words that choked Arendale with confusion. Their parents died, why didn't they let the village comfort them? Anna could be seen sometimes by the window, looking down at Arendale that someone described as longing. "Well, let's get this over eh?" Jack asked, rumpling his sister's hair. She gave a shriek of happiness and ran in front of them, turning around to watch her parents and Jack walk towards the open gates of the castle.

"Be on your best behavior," his foster mother said, looking at him and Sarah. "I got us an invitation into the ball and I would like not to be embarrassed." Well, that certainly described the nicer clothes. His foster family was well off in Arendale. She sent a sharp eye over the two, who exchanged grins. Jack never did any kind of mischief, never.

The four packed into the church in which Elsa would be crowned queen. He put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, easily looking over the people standing in front of him. It was amazing she never stepped on that purple cloak. He heard the man whisper, "Elsa, your gloves." Jerky movements removed her gloves. The newly appointed queen turned around to face her subjects. Jack kicked himself off the wall to take a closer look at the girl who kept herself locked behind a gate. Was it his imagination or did she look a little rigid? Rigid wasn't the right word for that. She looked uncomfortable, like she was holding back tears. Tears of what? His eyes traveled to the objects in her hands. Ice was creeping up the ball, around the metal. She put the objects down and with more jerky movements, she put on her gloves.

He sat back surprised. How was that possible? Jack took a look around the room, no, no one else noticed that she had frozen the objects. No one had noticed anything about her behavior. As she took her first walk as queen, he saw her relax visibly. How is no one picking up on this?

With his foster mother's recent words of warning fresh in his mind, he pushed his through the thick of the crowd. There was chocolate on the tables. He grabbed a few morsels, biting into them while he sat back to observe the scene. He could the queen standing by the throne. The urge to go talk to her about the ice he had seen completely overrode the words his foster mother had instilled in him. With his back straight, Jack tried to make his way through the ever growing crowd. Some funny little man was dancing like a chicken around Elsa's sister. He stood with the other people to watch this, momentarily forgetting what he had to ask the queen. The song ended soon after and Anna disappeared with some tall man. Forgetting, he seemed to be doing that a lot, about Anna and the strange man, he went straight up to the queen. Jack bowed low, giving her a charming smile. "Queen Elsa, will you dance with me?" She was absolutely beautiful with her darker blue eyes and white blonde hair.

Elsa seemed to hesitate, possibly looking for that small man that had dominated the floor. "I promise the small, strange man is gone," Jack told her, holding out his hand. Reluctantly, she took it and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor. Music started up and the two blended into the other dancers.

"My name is Jack Frost your majesty," Jack said, leading her gently into a circle.

"Please, call me Elsa. I don't…like this majesty business," Elsa said. His blue eyes searched hers; perhaps she could guess he knew what she was going through? Perhaps if he just showed her an example…perhaps….

"Excuse me; may I steal my sister for a moment? I have something very important to discuss with her," Princess Anna said, interrupting his thoughts. Gracefully, she flowed from his arms and melted into the crowd like snow. Jack still hadn't been able to ask her about the ice. The question was killing him. The warning ran through his mind again. Maybe this wasn't the place. Maybe…if this wasn't the place, then he wouldn't be able to ask again. They would close the gates and he would never get inside.

A single thing ran through his mind. That was getting an answer from the queen, even if he had to be dragged out by his hair by the guards. The party separated out into a huge scene between Anna and Elsa. They were yelling; he couldn't quite hear what was being said. There was something he did notice though. One of Elsa's gloves was being held in Anna's hands.

"That is enough!" Elsa screamed, swiping her hand in an arc movement. Ice grew fast from the floor into pointed spikes. Her eyes lingered on the ground, finding Jack, tears misted and she ran. Jack ran after her. He jumped cleanly over the spikes and followed her out into the courtyard. Elsa was freaking out, her hand clutched in the other, fear and pain in her eyes.

"Elsa, please, calm down," Jack said, inching towards her. She backed away from him, yelling at him not to touch her. Fear pierced her voice, forcing her to back into one of the fountains. Ice curved from her hand and sent the water into a fierce shape. The weasel, that's how Jack described him, found her.

"Monster! Sorcery! Monster!"

"No, I'm not a monster! I swear!" The two men he constantly had by his side advanced on her.

"Stay away from me!" Elsa screamed, punching her hand through the air. An icy blast sent all three men against the castle wall. Jack narrowly missed the blast, looking towards the people of the village. They backed away from her as if the power was her fault.

"Don't you see?" he yelled angrily. "She isn't a monster, stop backing away from her like she is!" He gestured with his hand where the queen stood frozen in fear. "Elsa, please, come back inside the castle. Please." Her eyes found his and she shook her head.

"I can't…I…" Elsa turned away from the people and Jack and ran. He debated whether to follow her or not. He had his share of misconceptions of his power and he had run as well. Although, the one thing different here was, she had someone who understood.

Jack burst through the door of his foster home. His family was already there, huddled around a dying fire. "Jack Frost!" his foster mother cried. She wrapped her arms around him.

"I can't…stay!" Gently but firmly he pried off her arms from around him and went straight to his cloak. He packed a few days' worth of food into a pack and grabbed his wrapped wooden hook.

"Where are you going?!" Sarah demanded.

"After the queen."

"Son that is not your place to meddle in royal affairs." Jack stared at the three that tried to stop him from leaving. He held out a hand and created a single frozen flower.

"We are the same. I have to help her; I can't just leave her out there. I can't." He clicked the cloak into place and went out into the freezing Arendale. There was much confusion around the people of Arendale. He used this distraction to allow himself to slip out of the village unnoticed. It had barely been fifteen minutes. How far could have the queen gotten?

"Wind! Take me," he said, lifting up his arms. A sudden gust of wind brought him into the air. He rode it effortlessly, his blue eyes scanning the ground for Elsa. Scanning for any signs for her. The landscape below was full of snow, such strong snow. Some of the trees bent with snow almost covering their color.

Jack spotted Elsa struggling at the base of the north mountain. She was still her coronation dress, looking at the gap between cliffs. He landed easily. "Elsa, please." She turned towards his voice, her brow furrowing.

"How did you follow me? Who are you?" Her question brought her a few steps closer to Jack. He pushed the hood back.

"I am the guy from the ball," he said, closing the gap slightly.

"How did you find me?"

"The wind brought me here." His answer was so clear and blunt; the surprise on her face was only short lived.

"What? How? Stay away from me!" The walls came slamming down before Jack could stop them. "Don't come any closer! I will hurt you!"

"No, no you won't," he said calmly. "Let me show you." Everything was covered in snow, so his ice show wouldn't be any help or evidence. He looked across the gap; maybe he could build a bridge, or a staircase of some sort. "Watch." Despite her trying to get rid of him, she looked interested in what he had to show her.

Jack pointed the hooked end of his staff at the gap and a rough looking staircase built itself out of ice across it. The look on her face went from anger to denial to pure happiness. "We are…the same!" She approached the bridge and stepped on the bottom step. Ice smoothed out by her touch. Every step she took, the bridge became more elegant, clearer.

"Don't you see?" he asked, stepped behind her. "You aren't a monster. You will never be a monster. Let me show you how to have some fun in the snow." He picked up a ball of snow, breathed a little "ice" on it and threw it low onto her leg. Unqueenly laughter bubbled from her mouth. Soon Elsa and Jack were throwing snowballs at each other, trying to up one another.

An idea formed into Elsa's head. She held her hands over her head forming a big snowball, about the size of a good snowman bottom. "Hey Jack!" she yelled. He turned at the sound of her voice and she let go. The snow cracked over his head.

"Don't you see?" Didn't she? Didn't she? "We aren't monsters. There are always good things on the side of the coin." She gave him a small smile, her eyes softening into an expression Jack didn't understand. "Show me what you can do with your snow. Show me Elsa."

What did you guys think? I believe this may be my best work yet, but who am I to be the judge? Please favorite and follow and leave a review if you liked it! I was happy to type this out and by Sunday night, 2-16-14, I will have a new chapter up!

~Rose