8 years old Elsa

"Elsa, how long have you been training for today?" mother asked loudly from inside the cottage.

Elsa sighed. It's been four hours at least. She has been standing in this garden, trying to hit that bulls-eye for god knows how many times.

"A while!" if she answered the truthfully, Mother would probably just say she was complaining. "Mother, I don't think I can ever hit the target with my snow!"

She came out, storming at Elsa.

"Elsa, don't you EVER say that." Just as she said that, snow shot right out of her hand hitting the target without her even glancing at its direction. "Elsa, all this training will not go anywhere with you thinking like that."

"But I can't shoot snow out like you, mother! You just did it without looking. I tried with all my concentration, but the closest I get is swiping its side. I'm not like you mother. NOT AT A-" Elsa didn't finish her sentence yet, and Mother had slapped her.

Mother's dark and cold eyes bore right into her.

"Don't ever say you are not like me. And don't ever say you can't do something when you didn't even put in your full effort." Just like that she walked back into the cottage.

Surprisingly, Elsa didn't cry like any other eight years old would. She held it back. It wasn't the first time Mother had ever slapped her or yelled at her. Mother just put a lot of mind into her because apparently, Mother and Elsa are probably the only people who had the touch of winter (or the ability of snow and ice), and the ability of air bending. Mother hadn't taught her to airbend just yet, but Elsa couldn't imagine what it would be like if she did…

She snapped out of her little thought stream, and went back to target hitting.

Little did she know, Mother was looking out the windows sadly, with caring eyes.

OOOoooOOO

8 years old Jack

"Jack, take care of your sister ok?" his dad kissed him lightly on the head.

"Do you have to go again, daddy? You only come back once in a while." Jack said sadly grasping the side of his father's armor.

"Jack…Daddy will come back, alright? And this time, I promise you, I'll teach you how to ride the Dregon*." He patted Jack's head.

Jack grabbed his sister's hand, walking out of his house with his crying mother by his side. He watched as his father jumped on his Dregon.

Jack's father is a guardian. They say the Guardians' job can be quite hard. Especially with the Nightmares around, it's even harder. The Nightmares had been kidnapping people including some of the Guardian members recently, seemingly for experimenting…things. But all we know is that, whoever got kidnapped, never returned. Is it the witch's doing? Maybe.

"DADDY! I WILL TAKE CARE OF EMMA, AND DON'T YOU WORRY, WHEN I FINALLY GET TO 17, I WILL BECOME A GUARDIAN JUST LIKE YOU!" Jack yelled bravely as his father jumped on his Dregon and sped away.

His father didn't want to look back. His father pretended he didn't hear. Because he knew, he probably won't return this time. They asked him to go undercover.

OOOoooOOO

Short chapter compared to last one, I'm trying to make it more interesting now…I hope it's working. Leave a review for suggestions or any comment, but please go easy on me, I'm still a newbie at this. Haha, enjoy!

*Dregon is a superspeed motorcycle. Made it up, but just imagine that haha