Anything But Ordinary

. : Frozen Sequel : .

Chapter 1: Just Another Day

"Hey, mom, what's for dinner?"

"Food," Rapunzel sighed, "something that is edible and healthy for you and your sister."

"I know that already, geez," he rolled his ice blue eyes, "I mean, what kind of food. Thought that was sort of obvious, mom."

My mother frowned and chastised, "Hunter, you just have to wait until the food is on the table–"

"Ah, so we're eating beef stew tonight," the impatient teen lifted the lid of a pot, ignoring dirty looks from a certain woman, "smells good."

Nearby a younger blue eyed girl scoffed at her impatient older brother.

That would be me.

Thalia Katherine Frost.

Seriously, sometimes Hunter is so disrespectful. He needs to learn some manners! What happened to chivalry? It would help him earn a job in the future, if he doesn't turn homeless first. I heard Dad run downstairs. Yeah, I can tell which family member is running down the stairs without even looking. Hunter sprints down like an athlete passing the starting point. Mom actually walks down the stairs unless one of us is badly hurt. Dad can be heard through the entire house because his footsteps are so loud. I think he would prefer to fly down, but there is no wind to command inside. There is a little bit. However, I doubt that would be enough to carry Dad all the way downstairs.

The Frost family isn't as normal as you would think.

We all hold a secret. Or should I say secrets?

Dad, Hunter, and I all have supernatural powers. Something that came from my dad's natural powers that were given by some Man in the Moon when he 'died' a long time ago before the Internet existed. Technically, Dad's immortal in a way. I know, it all sounds like one big joke. Especially during these high tech times in the twenty first century. Honestly, I would have thought that Jack Frost was just some fairy tale character for children to read about! I used to actually until the moment Dad revealed he was Jack Frost. That was only one our family's secrets. All of us vowed to keep it within extremely close family friends and family only.

Instead of agreeing with my mother, Dad grinned and praised, "That's my boy. Hunter probably got this quick wit from me."

"Jack! You should correct Hunter, not praise him," his wife directed her glare at the white-haired man, "no wonder he's like this all time. What type of role model are you?"

"There's nothing wrong with praising my son or me, Punz. Besides, weren't you the one who purposefully avoided Hunter's question?"

"Ooooh, buuurn," my brother mouthed at me with a similar grin as his white haired father.

There he goes acting all immature again. Sometimes, I can't believe that I am the youngest one in this family. Even my own dad can act younger than me! But, that's just how our family rolls. It can be tough at times. What can I do? It's not like I can control all of their minds and force them to make me a mouthwatering, beautiful five star gourmet meal. That would be nice. Silly me, that would never happen. Reality is a completely different concept than daydreams. I don't carelessly act like everything will be alright and dreams come true.

I believe you have to make your dreams a reality.

You can't always depend on others. One way or another, those so called trustworthy people will disappoint you. I am not being paranoid here. It's just the truth. I'm sure many have a certain friend that turned their backs against you. Perhaps even a best friend. It really is amazing how fast a close friend can turn into a stranger and vice versa. A reason to choose your friends wisely and avoid the wrong crowd.

Mom hollered, "Time to eat dinner! The beef stew won't wait and stay warm forever."

Like starved dogs, Dad and Hunter rushed to the table and quickly sat down in chairs. Exactly like how dogs act when you order them to sit. I cracked a laugh at them before joining. Mom cautiously set the pot in the center along with a bowl of white rice. She tucked a brown strand behind her ear, sitting across from Dad. We don't normally eat beef stew or rice, so this particular dinner was a rare treat to us. A delicacy compared to the usual chicken, burger, or salad.

"I don't even remember the last time I ate Mom's beef stew," my brother joyfully stated, shoving stew into his mouth.

I reminded him, playfully, "It was over two months ago."

"Oh, shut up, Thalia," he answered while lifting a spoonful of warm stew, "not everybody has great memory like you. Give me some slack."

"And it's not my fault that you have such a terrible memory, Hunter," I remarked intelligently.

Hunter's smile turned upside down and glared daggers at me.

"That's not a nice thing to say."

"Says the person who intentionally sprayed me with hose water and claimed to have been trying to wash the car. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked."

A naughty grin grew on his pale face, "Hey, you should thank me for that! It was terribly hot this afternoon. I was helping you."

"Don't you think I would have asked to be sprayed in advance?"

"Nah, I think you told me through sibling telepathy. I received the message just in the time, don't you think?"

I scowled. "Telepathy? I may have powers to heal and immunity to the cold. However, telepathy is not included. Sorry to disappoint."

Damn, I never knew my brother could get this stupid. It is sort of embarrassing. Why would he think that I had telepathic powers all of a sudden? That would be cool, by the way. If it was true. After all, none of my parents can read minds, so why should I be able to? It's not like I can receive paranormal powers out of nowhere. Idiotic Hunter.

Unfortunately, Hunter was not finished yet and continued, "I swear, a voice appeared in my head before I reached for the hose. It told me to water itself with water. I assumed it was you."

"Breaking news! It was not me. Then, brother, I think it's safe to conclude that you may have a mental problem. First, please get your eyes checked and then go get your brain scanned at the hospital. It's for your own sake."

"You two," Mom ordered vehemently, "I said it's time to eat dinner. Not argue about telepathy, spraying others with hoses, and going to the hospital."

With those words spoken out loud, we both obediently started to eat. The angry side of Mom is a side that should never be unleashed. Mmm... This stew really does taste delicious. Mom's cooking is always the best. Beats other restaurant's stews in my opinion. One day, I wish I can cook as good as her. Sadly, I seem to be cursed every single time I step foot into any kitchen. I almost caused a fire in the school kitchen once. If it wasn't for my cooking partner's quick wit, that kitchen would have been ashes. Don't ask me how because I really do not know. No wonder my cooking teacher hates my existence.

"Tastes wonderful as usual. As long as you aren't holding a frying pan near me," Dad chuckled.

Mom burst out laughing, happiness in her eyes, "There will always be at least one frying pan, Jack. You better watch out."

What? A frying pan? I know my parents can get odd. This is a different level of oddity though.

I tilted my head in confusion. "I don't understand this joke, Dad."

"Yeah, is it one of those lame jokes again?" Hunter smirked, his eyes targeting him.

Dad did not seem affected by his son's insult and simply replied, "Just an inside joke. Don't worry about it."

I hate it when my parents know something I don't. How is a frying pan even funny? It's just a metal cooking tool. They have one strange sense of humor. Maybe a mere plate or spatula will be funny to them as well. We all chatted and finished our dinner. Hunter and Dad were joking about something and laughing uncontrollably. My brother even fell off his chair, still laughing his head off. Mom was trying to shut them up by saying the neighbors would not appreciate our constant noise.

Hunter isn't this weird at school. He actually acts like a decent human being there. Sure, he still acts like a stubborn jerk. At least he doesn't fall off his chair laughing on the verge of crying. It's funny because Hunter claims to hate school with all of his might. So why act normal at the place you hate? With his reasoning, I assumed he would act all tired and bored. Guess that is the way how my brother's mind ticks.

Can't my family be normal for once?

I shook my head and placed my plate, spoon, and fork in the almost full dishwasher. Speaking of school, tomorrow's Monday. Another day of waking up early to learn, receiving homework, completing tests/quizzes, and hanging out with friends. I'm not complaining about the last bit. I just hope nothing bad happens on Monday. Gah, knowing Hunter, he will succeed in being an awfully annoying brother once again.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading! If you didn't notice, this chapter was written through Thalia's POV. Jack Frost's daughter. I will probably stick to writing through her POV except for major scenes. Well, that's if people actually want me to continue this story. . . XD Please tell me what you think! Criticism is alright. After all, I do want to improve my writing skills. Learning comes from mistakes, right?

For readers who have no idea what this is a sequel of, I shall try to explain. Since my first fanfic - Frozen - was finished, I decided to write up a sequel. Frozen is basically about Jack Frost being accidentally sent spiraling into Corona (Rapunzel's world) and finding a way to come back to Earth. And it's Jack x Rapunzel. I guess you could read this without reading Frozen. You could even read this if you don't ship Jackunzel. But, I really recommend to check out Frozen first to avoid confusion.

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