Jack Frost, Guardian of Winter
6.21. The Sun came up, right on time and the flower bloomed right as the Sun's rays fell right on its petals. A white light erupted out of it and I was lucky to be wearing sunglasses because it was just as bright as the Sun. North had told me beforehand that this would happen. I stared at the beautiful flower for a full 30 seconds before I remembered that it would close up a minute after dawn and actually reached out to pluck it. When I touched it, I could feel the white light that enveloped it. The light was warm. Comforting, even. I actually felt sorry to have to yank it out of its place. Well regardless, the girls of the world needed their perfume so despite my feelings about it, I grabbed the stalk and tried to pull the flower out.
The moment I did though, the light spread out of the flower and onto my hand and solidified on it. It felt like I was growing a second skin. So naturally, I freaked out. I yelled and tried to pull my hand out of the light encasing it but, nope, it wasn't letting go. And suddenly I was looking through a- tear? -in the air in front of me. I saw a girl looking at me through the tear.
She was wearing a blue and white dress that had all these intricate patterns all over it. The girl had platinum blonde hair, kinda like my silvery white hair; and she was apparently in a room full of papers and was holding a book. Suddenly, the flower's white light stretched out, grabbed the girl's hand like it had done with mine and yanked her through the tear. I was just as shocked as she was. She went flying out of the tear and when we collided, both of us fell off St. Peter's roof.
So the first thought I had when the two of us plummeted down towards terra firma was: "Wow". I know brilliant, right? And my second thought was: "We're gonna die...no wait she's gonna die". At which point I caught hold of her and tried to angle us so that my back would hit the ground because, being a Guardian, I had more of a chance of surviving the fall than she did. Then I pointed my staff at the ground and frosted the ground over, one layer after another, trying to form a structure that wouldn't shatter on impact and impale the both of us. Even Guardians couldn't survive being impaled.
At least the landing wouldn't kill her. But it would hurt. A lot. Particularly for me but it was in my job description. 'Protect or die trying' and all that. It probably would've been better if I'd thought to call the wind for help or if I had the power to make snow instead of just plain frost but as it was, I was not the quickest thinker, particularly as I was hurtling towards the ground at a 100 miles an hour with a stranger in my arms and I did not have the power to conjure a huge snowball to break our fall.
When we crashed into the frost, the world was all sparkles, needles of cold and and just a sennsation that I should be feeling something but I wasn't. "Are you okay?" I managed to say. Slowly, she lifted her head off my hoodie and we made eye contact. She was beautiful. Stunningly so. Then the floodgates holding back the pain of our fall opened up and several questions popped into my mind. "How can she see me? Did that just happen? How is she not passing through me?"
She drew in a breath. And she followed that with a scream that would've scared the birds off all the rooftops of Rome as she quickly drew herself up, apparently unscathed. So my plan had worked. "Well a simple thank you would've been nice", I said as I groaned and slowly, painfully dragged myself up.
"W-who are you? What are you?" she asked while I tried to shake off the pain.
Managing to put on what I presumed to be a cocky smile, I answered, "Jack Frost, Your Highness," she did, after all, look like royalty, "Guardian of Winter." I even gave a little bow.
"And you?" I asked her.
"Queen Elsa of Arendelle. W-where are we?"
I answered, "Rome, Queen Elsa. Rome, Italy. And at the best time of the year too. Though you won't be able to see much of it in this frost," my smile had now become a grin despite the pain. Huh, so my guess was right. She was royalty! And a queen no less!
"Rome? What?! Oh no, Anna's going to kill me!"