Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction uses characters from Rise of the Guardians, The Guardians of Childhood, and Frozen which are trademarked by DreamWorks Animation, William Joyce, and the Walt Disney Company respectively. The author of this story claims no ownership over them. The story the author is telling is of her own invention and it is not purported or believed to be part of the canon storyline. This story is made for entertainment purposes only. The author is not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story.

This is a one-shot.

The Frog asks, "How do I know you won't stab me?"
The Scorpion replies, "Because my act is dead without you."

– The Devil's Carnival

Mary's Theme Creepy Carnival Mix – IB OST

Impromptu

One

It was on Anna's insistence that the sisters go to the carnival that was in town today. The strawberry-blonde girl managed to convince Kristoff to come as well. But the lovely-dovey pair decided to go on the Ferris-Wheel first, much to Elsa's dismay. She rather not watch her younger sister and Kristoff make-out. So she wandered off on her own, deciding to ride the merry-go-around instead.

The world around her spun in bright and brilliant colours as she went around-and-around on the carousel.

But then, she noticed someone standing by the edge of the ride: a tall man finely dressed in black, wearing a top-hat.

The carousel seemed to slow down as he waved slyly at her. He pointed at a periwinkle-blue tent not too far from the ride, beckoning her to go there before her horse passed him.

And when the carousel made a full turn, he was gone.

Two

She thought she was seeing things, but the man seemed too real to be just her imagination, so Elsa hesitantly went to the periwinkle-blue tent.

It seemed as though no one noticed the large, two-pointed structure, but it didn't look as though it as restricted; so Elsa pulled open the tent-flap and warily entered.

She found the inside of the tent to be arranged like a maze, with twisting and turning corridors made of white-wood just a bit taller than she. The lofty-ceiling was decorated with ribbons and lights in soft blues.

And there, in-front of her, standing with his hands behind his back and a brash smile on his face, was the man.

"H-hello," Elsa timidly murmured.

"Why, hello there," he purred in a voice made of velvet. He sauntered towards her in a buoyant gait, before leaning down and whispering against her ear: "my dearest and esteemed guest."

Three

Elsa pulled away from him, clutching her hands to her chest as if it would calm her madly-beating heart.

"Who are you?"

"I am called Jack Frost," he introduced himself, tipping off his top-hat and bowing flamboyantly, "the ringmaster of the Winter Circus."

Jack Frost was undoubtedly handsome, with hair of snow-white and eyes of a brilliant-blue.

"And you are?" he asked.

"Elsa," she answered quietly.

"Well, Elsa, welcome to the show!" he yelled, raising his arms and grandly-gesturing to the tent.

She never realized it until now, but it was freezing in the tent compared to the sweltering summer-heat outside… and since when did it start snowing?

Jack leaned down to scoop a handful of snow off the ground, closing pale-fingers around the icy-substance. Then with a flick of his wrist, he opened his hand to reveal a pure-white rose.

"For the lady," he said, offering her the flower.

Four

Elsa laughed, plucking the rose from Jack's fingers in awe. Her suspicions towards the man lost in her delight.

Jack abruptly took her hand in his. She watched, mesmerized by his crystal-blue eyes as he raised her hand and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. He leaned towards her, holding her gaze.

"Do you trust me, Elsa?" he whispered, his cool breath fanning against her face.

"Why should I?"

"Why not?" he replied.

She thought Jack was going to kiss her.

She wanted him to kiss her.

But then he pulled away, smiling coyly.

"So?" he asked.

"Yes," Elsa answered, breathlessly – carelessly, "I trust you."

Jack tossed his head back and laughed. When he turned to face her again, his handsome smile had morphed into an ugly, frightening grin.

Snow-white hair turned pitch-black.

Crystal-blue eyes bled into an eerie, sickening yellow.

A scream ripped its way out of her throat.

Five

She shouldn't have trusted Jack.

Elsa twisted away, tripping over her feet and landing on the snow-covered ground. She felt him crouch down beside her.

"My dear, did I frighten you?" he asked.

She hesitantly peeked from behind the curtain of her hair.

Crystal-blue eyes.

Snow-white hair.

A sweet-smile on his face.

He held his hand out to her.

"You trust me, remember? I'd never hurt you."

That's right, she did trust him.

Elsa cautiously took Jack's hand and he pulled her up into his arms, steering her further into the maze.

"Well, it's a good thing we sorted that out," Jack said, "because you, my darling, just made it in time for the first act!"

They stopped now, and Elsa found herself standing in the middle of a circus-ring.

"What's the first act?" she asked. The tent was empty, afterall.

Jack grinned mischievously, handing Elsa a bright-red parasol.

"You."

Six

Elsa could barely remember what happened, everything occurred in a stupor of colours and movement. Now she found herself standing in the middle of a tightrope, holding nothing but a bright-red parasol in her hands.

There was no safety net underneath her, no cord to tether her in, nothing to prevent her from plunging to her inevitable death.

"Oh, my dearest," she heard someone calling. Elsa glanced up to see Jack Frost lounging on a velvet-red throne on the platform in front of her, grinning deviously, "don't fall now."

Elsa took a step towards him, the rope wobbled underneath her feet.

She gasped, dropping the open-parasol. It slowly tumbled its way to the ground in gentle swirls: Elsa's fall would not be so graceful.

"Give us a good show, won't you?" Jack cooed.

Elsa took another step.

The rope shook.

She slipped.

And shrieked, plummeting down to the snow-covered ground.

Seven

Elsa didn't understand. She thought she fell. She thought she died. But when she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting on a chair: the same velvet-red throne that he was sitting on. The girl jolted upright, jumping to her feet and looking for the said man.

"Ah, you're awake!" he called. Elsa yelped, spinning around to find Jack Frost balancing nonchalantly on the backrest of the throne. She stepped back as he jumped down onto the seat and tipped towards her, his face merely inches from her's.

"Wasn't that fun?" he teased.

"No!" she cried, "I almost died!"

"Oh, but you didn't, my love," he chuckled, "I'd never hurt you. You trust me, don't you?"

Elsa shoved him away, dashing back into the maze.

"Ah, are we playing hide-and-seek? I'll count to ten!"

He was mad, completely mad.

She needed to get out.

"1…"

Run.

"…3…"

Run.

"6...7"

Run!

Eight

She held back a terrified shriek.

"8…"

There.

"9…"

There was the exit.
"10!"

Elsa threw the tent-flap open, bursting into the summer's heat.

"Elsa?" She glanced up to see Anna and Kristoff, looking concerned, "are you okay?"

Elsa pointed at the tent, mumbling incoherently and stumbling towards her younger sister.

Kristoff walked towards the tent, pulling it open.

"Kristoff, don't – !"

"There's nothing here, Elsa." Kristoff said.
What.

Elsa rushed back to the tent, only to find it completely…empty. No maze, no snow…no Jack Frost.

"Are you feeling well?" Anna asked. Elsa stared at the empty tent in complete disbelief.

"Elsa?"

Was she just imagining things from the very beginning?

"Ya…" Elsa replied dully, "Ya, I'm fine, just a little spooked, thought… I saw something."

"Well, nothing's there. Come on," Anna said, pulling on Elsa's arm, "let's go to the funhouse."

"Ya… the funhouse."

Was it just a dream?

Epilogue:

There was no trace of the man who called himself Jack Frost nor his Winter Circus in that periwinkle-blue tent.

Elsa sighed.

What a nightmare that was.

"Elsa!" Anna called, beckoning her older sister towards a mirror, "come look at this one!"

Elsa smiled, standing beside the strawberry-blonde in-front of the looking-glass. Anna walked to the next room. Elsa was about to follow, but then something caught her eye in the mirror.

There was figure with a Venetian-mask wearing a playful-grin that was all too familiar standing behind her.

She spun around.

Strange…there was nothing there.

Elsa turned back.

There he was.

The man with the mask.

He pulled it off.

Snow-white hair.

Crystal-blue eyes.

Jack Frost.

"I found you, my darling." Jack said, seizing her arm. "You can't leave so soon, the show's only begun."

He pulled her towards the mirror.

Pushing.

Her

In.

"You trusted me, didn't you?"

Author's Note: I haven't written in months, and the first thing that I post is this madness. I apologize thoroughly for this insanity, I swear I wasn't on anything (other than sleep deprivation) while writing this. So, just a little fun fact, each section of this short-story is exactly 150 words long, it was originally supposed to be part of a set of 100-word-drabbles, but 100 words weren't enough. I will also be posting this story on my tumblr page as well (link is in my profile!)

Well, I have nothing to say, other than, I hope you enjoyed this acid-trip of a story.

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