Hello everyone! This is a Rise Of The Guardians, How To Train Your Dragon, Frozen, crossover. Unfortunately, I could only choose two options, so I picked Rise Of The Guardians and How to Train Your Dragon. This story actually follows the movie plots quite closely, except for Rise Of The Guardians which will be covered in part two.

Ages have been changed for everyone, because I wanted them all to be teenage if not younger at this point. It makes it more fun.

These are only sorta introductions. I'll try to keep the updates consistent.

Chapter Two

The Gift Of Winter

Elsa

300 years after the beginning of Frost, Anna and I had an accident. I was eight and she was four.

It had started at night, as these things always seem to do. Anna, once again, couldn't sleep.

I felt her climb onto my back and shake me. "Elsa! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

As I was still half asleep, the reply was, "Anna… go back to sleep."

She flopped onto her back, making me wince a little. "But I can't!" she declared in the dramatic way of hers. "The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so I've got to play!"

I groaned and pushed her away. "Go play by yourself."

Even though it had never ended up like that before, I almost believed she had given up and gone back to bed. I was soon proven wrong.

Anna climbed back up and said the magic words in a baiting voice. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

My senses went alert at that. Before I had even fully awoken, we were running into the ballroom and giggling madly like the carefree little children we were.

"Do the magic, Elsa, do the magic!" she cried. I laughed, gestured her closer, and began to roll my hands to make a sparkling snowball. Anna gazed in wonder at it, despite the numerous times I had done this.

"Ready?" I prompted when the magical snowball was done. She nodded eagerly and I threw it up toward the ceiling where it exploded into a shower of snow.

Anna laughed and danced about. "This is amazing!"

We both goofed off in the snow, making snow-angels and having snowball fights and making a silly little snowman too.

The memory of that snowman was one of my favorites. I made it with a quirky shape, and stood behind it (the tiny snowman nearly reached my forehead at my young diminutive size) and moved the arms around for Anna. "Hi! I'm Olaf! And I like warm hugs!" Then Anna would delightedly fling her little arms around it and proclaim that she loved it so much.

Then, I can't remember exactly how we came to start playing this, Anna was jumping off each large snowdrift that I conjured and landing on a new one that I would make beneath her as she fell. It was fun for both of us, me because I loved using my powers so much.

"Catch me, Elsa!" Anna yelled again, speeding up.

I laughed. "Slow down!"

It was all good fun, until I lost my footing on the slippery floor and fell backwards. Anna didn't notice and still jumped, but I wasn't ready. Panicking, I quickly shot ice in her general direction.

This was when everything went wrong. The ice struck her head and she still hit the ground, falling unconscious as she did.

"Anna!" I cried, running up to her and cradling her in my arms. As a streak of Anna's hair turned white, I got scared and began to cry. "Mama! Papa!"

I lost my control then. Ice —not snow, ice— spread from my feet and began coating the room, destroying all of our beautiful creations

My parents rushed into the room. My father made me feel worse by exclaiming, "Elsa, what have you done? This is getting out of hand!"

"It was an accident!" I sobbed. "I'm sorry Anna!"

Mother gasped as she picked her up. "She's ice cold!"

"I know where we have to go." said father.

Jack

It was just a feeling, an instinct. Somehow I knew, I could feel, that the young ice child —Elsa— was in trouble.

"Wind." I called then. "Take me to Arendelle."

Elsa

We stopped in a clearing. A second streak of Anna's hair turned white. I was scared.

Mother and father suddenly bowed to what seemed like thin air.

Mother turned to me. "Elsa, in front of you is Airmid, a healing spirit."

Suddenly, a young woman with a long brown braid and an ankle-length maroon dress was standing there. She seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

"My lady, can you heal her?" my father asked, holding Anna forward.

Airmid held her hand close to Anna. "Ah." she nodded thoughtfully. "Ice magic. And were you born with the powers or cursed, Elsa?" she asked, gesturing to me.

"Born." my father said hastily. "And they're getting stronger."

Airmid shook her head sadly and stepped back. "I can't heal her. This is not in my domain."

I was horrified. "So there's nothing we can do?"

She gave me a sad look. "Only the spirit of winter can heal her, and no one has seen him in over 300 years-"

She stopped abruptly and turned. The wind picked up suddenly. Then it slowly stopped. Frost gathered on the ground around us.

Jack

I could spot Elsa there from a distance, she had ice spread in a small circle from her feet. She looked stricken and heartbroken. However, my attention was quickly taken over by the small girl now in Airmid's arms, her little sister Anna.

Another streak of her hair turned white, leading me to realize why Airmid hadn't healed her yet — Elsa must've hit her with ice magic. Oh no.

Elsa

Airmid stared at the space beside her in shock. I wondered what was happening until a voice spoke, it sounded like a teenage boy's yet gentle and knowing.

"She'll be fine." said the invisible boy.

"You can heal her?" Airmid asked.

"Of course." he answered.

I had looked up at my mother. "Who is he, mama?" I whispered.

She looked down at me. "Who are you talking about, Elsa?"

"That voice!" I said. "The invisible boy that Airmid's talking to!"

Mother looked confused and looked away. I was pretty confused myself, and turned back to where Airmid and the invisible boy were talking.

"She's lucky." the invisible boy was saying. "The ice only hit her head. If the ice had struck her heart, she would probably be frozen solid by now."

Anna had sparkling blue lights twinkling all around her. I figured the invisible boy was healing her.

Airmid turned back to us, and my mother and father looked attentive again.

"She'll be fine." she assured us, drawing sighs of relief from my parents. "But I recommend we erase all magic, even memories of them. But don't worry, we'll leave the fun."

Jack

Elsa looked shocked. She stared up at her parents who nodded to Airmid.

I took a deep breath and held up Anna's memories. There were loads. Millions of happy times spent playing with magic snow together. I was rather disappointed that their parents had decided to erase them.

Glad that Airmid told them we'd leave the fun, I began changing the memories. I put winter clothes on them, replaced the indoors with the outdoors, gave them skates and sleds and other necessary non-magical things. Then I gave the modified versions back to her.

"Anna's safe for now." I told Airmid.

"But," Elsa spoke up as if she heard me, though that was impossible. "Does that mean she won't remember I have powers?"

"Elsa," Airmid started. "Your powers will only grow. There is great danger in it."

I began to walk away. Anna was safe, and Elsa wouldn't see me anyways. Airmid could handle the rest, she was a good 4000 years older than me.

"People with the gift of winter always live in misery and loneliness." she was saying.

I didn't stop. I didn't turn back. It was only true, after all.

Elsa

I was only half listening as Airmid spoke. Sure, it sounded terrifying and important, but I was more interested in the retreating frost. The invisible boy was leaving, I could tell somehow.

"People with the gift of winter always live in misery and loneliness." she said.

I stared off into the woods, where I thought the invisible boy probably went. I was thinking that he must've had the gift of winter like me.

Then it hit me. If he was able to heal Anna, then he must be the spirit of winter.

Suddenly, I could see the faint figure of a teenage boy with windswept white hair and a blue hoodie, holding something that looked like a shepherd's crook as he disappeared out of sight into the forest.

"Are you listening, Elsa?" said father.

"Elsa, what I tell you is very important. Fear is your greatest enemy." said Airmid.

I felt my attention being slowly tugged away. I felt scared again.

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