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Competing in the Royal Highland Show was more nostalgic than anything for Merida. She liked returning to Edinburgh, smelling the air that she grew up breathing, the planes taking off next to the showground, the almost always muddy field.

She had first ridden here aged 10, in a dress up competition. She had dressed her Shetland pony Bono as a bear, and had covered the saddle with red cloth, then she had dressed as a sword sticking from the bears back. She had been placed 3rd, after a girl dressed as a frog and her horse a lily pad, and a girl whose beautiful dapple grey horse was a tower, and she was the princess trapped at the top, her hair spiralling down to the tip of her horse's tail. That girl was Rapunzel and, even though Rapunzel had given up riding only a few months after, the pair became fast friends.

As Merida walked through the streets of the ever so familiar city, she realised that she'd turned on her phone and her thumb was hovering over the button to call Rapunzel. She groaned; her contacts really needed updating. She closed the contact down, and turned off her phone, slipping it into her messenger bag between an old book and a dog eared magazine. Merida took a left into a park that sat on a bench facing a beautiful apartment block. The penthouse at the very top must have a pretty view, she thought to herself, and reached back to tie up her hair, and slipped on her glasses so she could see properly.

The building was about 3 storeys high, and the penthouse had a slanted glass roof that was slightly tinted so that you couldn't see in. A door was fitted into the glass, but there were no seats or tables on the balcony it opened on to. As she admired the wooden panels around the windows, her phone rung shrilly from inside her bag. She reached in and pulled it out. The number was unfamiliar to her, and she hesitated before pressing the answer button.

"Hello?" she said down the phone. She struggled to hear anything on the other end of the line, and pressed a finger to her ear.

"Hello?" she repeated, and was this time answered with heavy breathing.

"Is that you Merida?" the voice washed memories over her like a wave. Green eyes, long legs, a mop of dark hair, bony spine, long fingers, sweat dripping, eyes wide.

"Hiccup?" she asked, disbelieving.

"Oh thank god I thought I was just being optimistic," his voice was just the same as she remembered, if a little deeper; rustic and animated and very very Hiccup. "I just found your number in my book," he continued. "And to think I thought you just ran off!"

"It did take you over 5 years to find it," she pointed out, and he laughed loudly. She almost thought she could hear him laughing across the park, but after a quick survey of the area he definitely wasn't there. The conversation ended suddenly in an awkward silence.

"Well I should probably-"

"I have to go to-" they both started, and then faltered.

"Yeah so uh, good to hear from you I guess," Merida said.

"Uh huh," Hiccup replied. "Maybe I'll see you around if you're-"

He stopped. The line was already dead.

Jack stepped out of his car, and pushed his sunglasses up onto his multi-coloured bobble hat, smirking at the girls passing him as they giggled nervously at the attractive man who'd just appeared in their neighbourhood. He wasn't here for girls though, they were just an added bonus. He was here to see Hiccup.

He hadn't seen his best friend in almost 2 years. His acting career had taken off, and he had become accustomed to seeing his name emblazoned over everything, especially after his role of Jack Frost in Rise of the Guardians. He was delighted to find that they'd actually made dolls of him, and was not ashamed to admit that he had 3 at home, as well as a movie poster on his bedroom door.

Jack Overland is Jack Frost

Below the heading was a picture of himself perched on a window sill overlooking New York, barefoot and wearing a blue hoody and brown chinos, and clutching a wooden staff that was tipped with frost. Now, as he moved through the familiar streets of Edinburgh, many children leant over to their parents.

"Look mummy, it's Jack Frost!" they would cry, and Jack would throw his brightest smile at them as he headed along the streets. He would occasionally recite lines from the movie as he went, sending kids into a frenzy. He realised suddenly that he had nothing to give Hiccup as a birthday present, and cursed to himself quietly. He spun into a chocolate shop named Arendelle Sweet Treats on the next street, and smiled at the bright eyed girl behind the counter.

"I love your hat," she said, and looked up at her and smiled. Her own hair was strawberry blonde apart from a single pale streak that wound itself through one of her childish plaits. She wore a pink apron covered in a pattern of strawberries, and her name badge read Hi, I'm Anna Winters. He smiled at her politely, and moved to look at the boxes of chocolate that lined the wall. He was just about to pick up a box when a girl spoke up quietly beside him.

He jumped, and his glasses slid from his hat back over his eyes as he turned around, and stopped dead. Before him stood a tiny girl, barely up to his shoulder, and it was her, but it wasn't. The same green eyes stared up at him in question, but her long blonde hair was short and choppy, and not blonde at all, a dull chestnut instead. She was too small to be her, her face too closed, her eyes too tired.

"No, thank you," Jack said, still startled by the uncanny facial resemblance. He pushed his glasses back on to his head as the girl turned her back, and groaned, rubbing his face with his large hands. Events of that fateful Valentine's Day assaulted his memory, and he quickly grabbed a box of chocolates shaped like a parcel, taking to the till to pay. Just as Anna was cashing it in, her phone began to ring.

"It's my sister," she said apologetically. "I should probably take this, but I'll get Rapunzel to finish off here." Jack froze. It couldn't be her. Surely. His mind whirled as Anna called into a doorway behind the till, and Rapunzel emerged, and froze.

The two stood, their eyes locked, for what seemed like hours, but could only have been seconds. Her bright green eyes were wide as she looked him up and down.

"Jack?"