A/N: This is the first time I've done something like this. A crossover, I mean. So, doing something like this with the fan base that it has, I'm actually really scared posting it. Hardly ever do I write down the plot to a fanfic. Usually, I just write a oneshot, see if people like it, then continue writing with whatever idea pops into my head. But this, being as big as it is, with characters from four different movies, I took notes. I wrote down a plot. I watched all four movies starting with Brave, to How to train your dragon, to Rise of the Guardians, to Tangled. In that order. It was a flipping marathon in my room. I would sleep to this just so I could get each character right, each little detail, everything. So, I hope it doesn't suck to much.


Fairytale (noun)

1 a: a story (as for children) involving fantastic forces and beings (as fairies, wizards, and goblins) – called also FAIRY STORY

b: a story in which improbable events lead to a happy ending

Anyone with a computer, Webster's dictionary, or childhood knows this. A fairytale; a story in which anything and everything can happen. Mainly they involve princesses, mystical beings, and brave knights that always get the girl. No matter what happens in a fairytale, everything comes out happy in the end. Every problem is fixed and everyone is saved. If I remember right, the saying is 'happily ever after'.

Most, if not all, children have grown up knowing this phrase. That and 'once upon a time', but, who really starts a good story like that?

The villains of fairytales are described as old. Sometimes they're witches. Other times they're dragons or stepmothers. Somehow, during the story, they are defeated and good triumphs.

This story includes the fantastic beings. But, there is no real happy ending.


Spring

If you look at the ocean for more then five minutes, you'll noticed that it's not just blue. There's a bit of green in there as well. And if you were to fly over certain clear spots, you'd see the fish doing their fish business. If it was noon, no matter where you were in the sky, the sun would have shined too bright on the water for you to see anything.

On most days, this would have bothered him. But, today, he decided to do things differently. He stared at the glittering mindlessly with the biggest grin on his face. This was all new territory to him. Hardly ever did he think about what was on the other side of the ocean. Most days, he thought that it was just more water. And, as the day went by, he began to think that his suspicion was right. All he could see was water.

"Wind…" He mumbled. "is there any land out here?"

The sun had started going down as well as his eye lids. After a while, he just allowed the wind to carry him. For the most part, him and the wind had good communication. Sure, the wind wasn't an actual person and, yeah, Jack might have been making up wind's voice in his head. But, when nobody else wants you around, you start making friends with anything and everything. The feeling of being trusted and being able to put your trust in something else was amazing. It's something everyone craves even though we don't know it.

His body relaxed and sleep finally took over. The wind began whistling to him, carrying him as far as it could. It brought his body over lands, slowly lowering him down in a cool clearing that seemed vacant due to the lack of light. He opened his eyes at the feeling of the grass and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Almost everything around him was pitch black. The moon was new and he began glaring up at the sky. First, he didn't speak, now, he's not showing himself? The nerve.

He stood up, brushing himself off as much as he could without properly knowing exactly where the dirt clung. A waterfall wasn't too far away and, by the sounds of it, didn't sound too big either. Other sounds made themselves known as well. Some crickets there, a bird here, and, strangely something else. Like the crackling of a fire and the voices of humans. He looked around but there were no signs of light or other beings.

"Hello?" He called out mindlessly. Jack knew better. Jack knew that nobody could hear him and nobody would respond. But, in unknown lands such as these, the only thing he could do was try.

The wind whistled and seemed to push him forward, nudging him to go on. He looked up at the sky with a sigh before moving forward. It wasn't long until he came in contact with the first landmark of this new land; a tree. Its branches tugged and grabbed at his over cloak, ripping it in the back. It pulled on his hair and the more he tried to get himself out, the more he seemed to pull himself deeper in the branches. When he finally escaped from his horrible tree torture, he continued on; down a small banking. The moment his toes touched the small brook, the water froze into a small bridge wide enough for him to cross. He hopped up onto land across from him and stretched out his arms, feeling for anymore trees. The voices became a bit louder, but not all that much to hear what they were saying.

"Hello?!" He called out again. "Is anyone there!?"

Of course, nobody called back. Jack yawned and rubbed his eyes, lying down on the ground. He decided that, instead of waiting for the forty-five minutes for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, that he'd sleep and wait until morning.

By that next morning, the area around him in which he had slept was covered in snow. He sat up and sighed as he brushed it off his shoulders. On good days, he could control his ability fairly well. But, he couldn't very well control his power while he was asleep or when his emotions ran high.

Picking up his crook, he looked over the small snow dune with slight pride and slight frustration.

"Look mommy!" The voice made him jump nearly out of his pants.

The poor boy looked around then up at a rather tall tower, a little girl sitting on the window sill. From the way he saw it, she was staring down at him. It gave him a small glimmer of hope. When she pointed in his direction, by god, his heart could have just about come out of his chest. His mouth twisted into the biggest, goofiest grin one could ever see. He waved up to her and watched as her mother walked over.

"Snow? But it's spring." Her mother said, placing her hand on her head.

The little girl smiled and nodded. "Isn't it pretty, mommy?" She asked.

Her mother didn't reply, giving the snow a foul look before returning back inside. "Very pretty to look at. But, it'll freeze you in a second."

Jack stared at the little girl, his grin gone, and his hands by his side. She didn't see him, only his snow. The wind began to whisper to the teen and picked him up, allowing him to get closer to the girl. He sat on the sill with her. Not looking at the snow, not trying to get her attention, just…staring at her. Just watching to see if it was possible this child could see him. As the minutes went by, she didn't turn to him. She frowned when she was called to lunch, ate, began her reading lessons, and went up to her room. And all the while, Jack watched. For what could he do?

He walked in and looked around, waiting for her to come out. "Nice house. Bad location, though." He commented to the mother who sat in her chair.

Grabbing an apple and taking a bite, he sat on the staircase. "Why do you two live up here? Doesn't seem like a great place for a kid."

"Ready mama!" The girl said, coming out from behind the curtain that separated her bedroom from the rest of the house.

She carried a small stool above her head, staring down at the steps. Her hair flowed over the floor and only seemed to make Jack more curious. Why in the world would a girl keep her hair that long? Sure, girls loved long hair. But, this was insane compared to what he had seen. Her hair was longer than she was tall!

He continued to watch as she placed the stool in front of her mother and sat down. Her mother picked up the brush that sat in her lap, began brushing the girl's hair, and hummed a small tune. It only lasted a second or so before to girl nodded, singing.

"Flower gleam and glow…" She started, her hair shining brightly.

As she continued to sing, his eyes went wide at the sight. Her hair, it was brighter than the sun! He continued to watch, full of amusement and wonder. Just why was her hair doing this? And what did it do exactly? Turning to the mother, the question was answered. Her skin became flawless, her own hair became darker, her face was lifted and wrinkle free. She was becoming younger right before his very eyes.

The girl's voice slowly died down into nothing more than a whisper. When the song was finished, she looked up at her mother and smiled. "Do you feel better?"

"Much better. Thank you, Rapunzel."

Rapunzel? He had encountered many strange names in his few years of life, but this…this name seemed to take the cake. Strange or not, it seemed pretty. Innocent in a way. He smiled and watched as the girl walked back up the stairs to take care of her stool, her mother walking into her own room to rest.

Across the room was a window bay and seemed like the most comfortable choice for him to lay down. Standing up, he walked over, putting his hand on the window as he sat down. Frost emitted from his touch and spread across the entire window; even reaching to the other two on either side. He smiled and drew a small flower with his finger, surprised that he contained enough body heat to draw threw frost. As he stared outside, a soft gasp was heard from the stairs. Rapunzel stood there, mouth gapped open, eyes wide with happiness. With a giggle, she ran over and quickly began drawing small things she had seen in books. Jack smiled at this and drew with her. With every drawing he made, her smile became bigger.

When the windows were full and there wasn't space left, he froze over their masterpieces. After a while, the two had developed a game. He would make a line then she made make another and soon, they would have created a picture. Of course, she had no idea who was creating the other line. Or the frost for that matter. But, whenever the question came to her mind, she would shrug it off and continue playing with the friend she couldn't see.

They spent almost an entire week doing this. As soon as she would wake up, she would rush down the stairs, shovel her breakfast into her mouth, and jump onto the window bay seat. This action would, in turn, wake him up and cause the frost to appear on the windows. The two had created many outstanding drawings. Some where big landscapes. Some that she had wanted to see and some he wanted to show her. Others were small things blown up to fit the whole window; birds, snowflakes, bugs. Anything and everything that they had seen, heard of, or imagined were placed in this very spot.

At the end of the week, she didn't wake him up. Usually, her mother would call her down for breakfast. Today, though, she slept in. He raised an eyebrow as he looked around. Her mother seemed to be baking a sweet and there were two wrapped gifts on the table. Where had he seen this before? Ah! That's right. Back in the town near his pond. What…what was it called again?

"A birthday…" He thought out loud. "It's Rapunzel's birthday."

With a smile, he jumped up and raced upstairs, creating small patches of frost on the way. He ran to her bedside and began shaking the whole piece of furniture.

"Hey you!" He said cheerfully. "Come on! It's your birthday, time to wake up!"

She quickly sat up in her bed, whimpering with fright. Jack stopped shaking the bed and hovered his hand over her back as if to calm her down. "Hey, it's alright. Just me."

"Rapunzel!" Her mother called.

The two retreated downstairs. She ate her birthday cupcake and he watched. "So…how old are you today?" He asked, smiling. "Do you want to do something special?"

But, she didn't answer. At night, sometimes, he would lay awake on his spot in the window bay and wonder if the friendship they had was all in his head. If she ever thought of it as a friendship at all or if she merely thought of it as temperatures rising and falling against the windows. Sometimes, he wondered if talking to her would help or destroy him. Still, he did it all the same.

When she was done with her cupcake, she helped clean the dishes, sweep the floors, and opened her presents. One contained a small box full of white sea shells and another was a new dress. He smiled even more as he watched her twirl around, pretending she was at the beach.

As the day went on and the frost on the windows melted, she seemed to grow happier and happier. He didn't understand why. In his mind, he thought she was getting excited to go to sleep. But, when her mother went to bed and she crept down the stairs, he could tell something bigger was happening. Was she going to try and escape the tower? From as much as he could see, there was no way out except the small doors leading down. His eyes went wide as he watched her walk over to those doors and slowly open them.

"No, don't!" He screamed.

As always, she didn't hear him. Everything slowed down and all he could think about was her spiraling down to the harsh ground below. The worst part of it was all he could do was watch. Watch as the doors opened and watch as she leaned against the sill.

When she sighed, his heart slowed down. She wasn't going to jump. She was just looking at the stars. He sighed as well and stood up, walking over to sit next to her. Looking up at the sky, he was surprised to see a stream of yellow lights floating up. Never had he seen anything so beautiful. He couldn't help but smile.

"What are those things?" He asked.

Rapunzel simply smiled, staring at the floating lights. Every once in a while, she would reach up to them, almost like she was trying to catch one. After a few attempts, the poor girl waved to the lights, closed the doors, and walked over to the window bay; Jack not far behind. He quickly frosted the windows and placed the first line. She smiled and shook her head, rubbing her hand over it to create a big hole in their canvas. He raised an eyebrow at the action, watching as she waited for the frost to cover it up.

"We're not playing that game tonight?"

Losing patience rather fast, she pouted. "Windows, I don't want to play that game tonight. I want to make a picture."

He chuckled and shook his head, letting his frost cover up the hole. When the canvas was whole again, she began drawing a sort of landscape. Adding a tree here and there, placing her tower on the far right window; she stared at it for a moment. Smiling, she stood up and poked a spot in the frost. Removing it, there laid a small dot. She rolled her hand into a fist and turned it to the side, rubbing it against the window to make an even bigger dot.

It took a while for him to figure out what she was doing. She was trying to make a picture of the floating lights. He smiled and stood up on his spot in the window bay, starting to create the stars and lights with her. With one final dot, the picture was done.

Rapunzel took a few steps back, admiring their work like she always did. She smiled and hopped slightly. "It's perfect."

"Not completely perfect. You need to sign your name on it." Jack pointed out.

She bit her lip and tilted her head. "What did I miss?" She asked herself. It took a moment before she jumped over and sat at the bottom of the last window.

In the corner, there was a patch of frost completely untouched. She had left it there for when she was done, but, when she was done, she had completely forgotten about it. Often she did this. She would place a book or toy on the table, help with the dishes, and forget about the item she saved for later. With her small finger, she wrote her name proudly.

He smiled as she did this and bent down next to her, writing his own name above hers. When the deed was done, the wind whistled and opened the small doors to the tower, calling him.

"I'll be back." He said to her as he grabbed his crook.

She didn't notice. She didn't notice the doors opening, her mother waking up cursing the wind for being so loud. Even while her mother called her name and told her to go to bed, she stayed right in her place and stared at the magical name that sat above hers.

With a soft voice, she mumbled his name and began to wonder where it came from, who it belonged to.

"Jack Frost…"


A/N: I know it's slow at first, but, it'll pick up. Should...I continue or is it that horrible? - ADAM