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 coming few chapters will be focused on Frozen. I'll try to keep the updates consistent.

Chapter Fourteen

Childhood Believers

Jack

Hiccup and I were in the cove. We were in the middle of a snowball fight when I felt it again…

That feeling. That sixth sense that I hadn't felt in nearly seven years…

"Jack? Jack?" Hiccup called, noticing me spacing out. "Jaaaaaack?"

"I think I've got to go." I mumbled.

He looked taken aback. "What?"

Toothless jumped up and gave me big sad eyes, like he had heard me too.

"There's a child in trouble." I explained. "Arendelle. I need to go find out what's happened."

I turned and looked up. The wind blew down to us, ready to leave.

"I'll be back by tonight." I promised.

Hiccup looked sick. "But today… it's our semifinal exams. I don't think I can go through that alone."

"You'll be fine." I tried to reassure him, although the thought was troubling. Astrid and Hiccup were going head to head in their semifinals, and it was either let Astrid probably kill a dragon or force Hiccup to take the final exam and kill a Monstrous Nightmare.

The wind blew with more force, getting impatient. "I've really got to go." I told him. "Elsa's in trouble."

Elsa

After the short burst of adrenaline I had acquired from singing disintegrated into nothingness, I sat down and took some time to think.

Life would be much simpler out here where there was no one I could hurt. Anna would rule in my place back in Arendelle, hopefully our advisers would put off whatever grand wedding she wanted until she was at least seventeen (or preferably 20).

I would stay up here, mastering my ice powers and doing as I pleased with all that I could do…

…and I had no food.

Aw darn.

Anna

It was him. Blue hoodie, brown twine trousers, shepherd's crook; the spirit of winter.

He was just standing there, short white hair flowing back in the snowy breeze. Not wearing any shoes, just staring into the distance.

He turned to stare at me, deep blue eyes widened slightly, bordering on what I assumed was an expression of recognition.

"You're the spirit of winter." I breathed.

His eyes widened even more.

"Anna?"

Jack

The young eleven-year-old that was Anna nodded, mouth still open and agape.

"You- you can see me." I stuttered.

She nodded again, not closing her mouth.

"And you know who I am." I continued.

She nodded.

"How?" I asked.

No response.

"Anna?"

I suddenly felt myself barreled into the thick snow beneath me.

"You're the spirit of winter!" she screamed in delight. "You're the guardian that takes care of all the little kids and bring joy and fun to the world by making lots and lots of wonderful snow days and helping us with our homework by closing school!"

I lay there with Anna on top of me, confused. "I— what?"

"You're Jack Frost!" she yelled.

"You just said my name." I gasped, shocked.

"So you are! I knew it! You're Jack Frost!"

"You just said my name!" I yelled back, starting to match her ecstasy.

"Yes!" she cried.

"You believe in me!" I yelled, picking her up by the waist and swinging her around.

"Of course I do!" she yelled delightfully.

We both laughed and I set her back on the ground.

"You've grown, Anna." I noted, straightening her braids.

"I have!" she agreed, clapping her hands. "I mean, I think I have. Wait, grown since when?"

"Since I last saw you." I smiled. "About seven years ago? You were only four back then."

"You knew me from when I was little!" she said happily.

"Of course I did." I told her, grinning. "I was watching over you and Elsa all the time back then."

"You were?" she asked, suddenly sounding rather sad and wistful.

I noticed the sudden change in her tone. "Anna… is something wrong?"

Anna

How could I explain to Jack that Elsa… was gone?

"Did you know?" I asked quietly. "About Elsa's ice powers?"

He frowned, looking confused, then understanding dawned on him.

"That's right, you don't remember." He murmured.

I studied him. "Don't remember what?"

"Anna, come here."

Jack put his hand to my forehead, and images came swimming back through my mind.

Ten years ago — An intricate blurry little snowflake flying around me while I lay in my cot. Nine years ago — Sliding down the icy palace rooftop on a plastic sled. Eight years ago — A silky ice-blue dress that Elsa gave me on my birthday, but I never wore it because I was too cold. And even more hurting… seven years ago — Jumping around on snowdrifts and watching myself fall…

Jack

Anna looked a bit dizzy, and began muttering to herself.

I wondered whether it had been the right thing to do, giving her back her true memories. I had to be. Anna deserved the truth, didn't she?

Besides, she already knew, right?

Right?

"Jack?" she asked tentively, gaining back my attention.

Man, I've been spacing out way too much these days. "Yeah, Anna?"

"What happened after I fell? Is that why Elsa never told me? Why don't I remember any of these things?" she asked, lip trembling.

I smiled sadly. "Elsa tried to catch you, but struck you with her ice instead. Your parents brought you to Airmid, the spirit of healing. Only since it was ice magic, she couldn't help, so I came to find you. And your parents decided to have your memories removed… or modified, as you may have noticed."

She sat down in the snow, not seeming to care that her dress was getting rather wet. I knew it was a lot to take in, practically her entire life had been part of a lie.

Anna began to cry. I sat down next to her. In truth, I wasn't really sure what to do. I had seen loads of kids get upset before, some of them were even under my care at that time, but this was the first time I would've been able to actually do something.

"It's okay, Anna." I tried to soothe her, patting her on her back. "It'll be okay. Elsa doesn't love you any less."

Anna kept crying. "Elsa's gone!" she wept. "She's gone, she's run away and it's all my fault! I- I pushed her! I didn't listen to her and now look at what's become of Arendelle!"

I stared down at her. "Elsa's gone?"

She nodded, trying to talk between her cries. "We found out about her ice powers *hic* in front of *sob* everyone at her coronation party today and she *sniffle* sh-she made it winter in the summer running away."

I put my arm around her, because it seemed like the proper brotherly thing to do, and tried to take that all in. Elsa didn't tell anyone. How, how could she keep such a huge secret, I had no idea.

Elsa was a difference for the people of the ice. She was the only winter personification of fun I knew, because people with the gift of winter always lived solitarily and misunderstood. Elsa wasn't like that.

I stroked Anna's hair. "Don't worry, Anna. I'm sure Elsa would be okay. She's a strong girl."

Anna slowly began to calm down, and I gradually noticed she was shivering. "Anna, let's get you inside."

Anna

There was a small stable-like shack next to the Wanderin' Oaken's Trading Post. Jack led me in (after picking the lock open) and settled us down a bale of fresh hay.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked tentatively.

"No."

Jack was really, really, really nice. He was the big brother I had never had, and wished to have when Elsa shut me out.

My first birthday after that, Elsa had given me a book that she had written and illustrated by herself. The last present she had given me after shutting me out. A book about the beauty of winter, which starred a young teenager who was the spirit of winter.

I researched about our humongous palace libraries, and came across the name 'Jack Frost' many times. Besides that, the only one that was commonly described as an actual personification was Old Man Winter, but I didn't particularly like the idea.

'Jack' was a common western teenage name. I decided that from then on, the spirit of winter must be called Jack Frost.

In Elsa's book, Jack Frost was a guardian spirit who protected the children of the world solely because he wanted to. But he lived alone, because he had the gift of winter and therefore didn't have any friends.

I'd always wondered how Elsa had known all that, and whether she had actually known for sure.

I stared up at him. "Do you have any friends?"

Jack looked taken aback. "Why, Anna?"

"Just… just wondering."

Jack

If it keeps Anna happy, I'm pretty sure I'll say anything.

"So far, two." I decided. "There's a boy named Hiccup back on Berk—"

"Hiccup?" she asked, giggling and wiping away the stray tears. "Is that a nickname?"

I smiled. "No, it's his real name. I figure his dad must've really hated him or something."

"Me too." She agreed. "I would die if I was called Hiccup. Keep going."

"Well, as I said, there's a boy named Hiccup back on Berk—"

"What's Berk?"

"It's an island, several miles off the Arendanic Coast. I'm pretty sure you're village used to do trading with their tribe."

"Before my parents died."

"Yes, before your parents— your parents died?!"

"Mm hm. I don't want to talk about that either. Continue."

"Right, well, as I was saying; there's a boy named Hiccup back on Berk—"

"Why 'back'?"

"Huh?"

"Why 'back' on Berk? Do you live there?"

"I've lived there for awhile now, Anna, ever since Elsa was six."

"Oh, okay. Go on."

"Um, yeah. There's a boy called Hiccup back on Berk—"

"Jack?"

"Yes, Anna?"

"Nothing, I just felt as if I should interrupt you right about now so as to keep this pattern going."

I took a deep breath. Dealing with kids was harder than I thought.

"Okay then. As I was saying," I began to speak as fast as I possibly could so as to not get interrupted again, "There's a boy named Hiccup back on Berk he's not very good at sports and stuff like everyone else in his village so he gets bullied all the time ever since his mother died when he was about five his father has been downright unfair to him the village fights real fire-breathing dragons that are really very nice when you get to know them and Hiccup made friends with the pretty much strongest one which is called a Night Fury he named it Toothless which I find is ridiculous but whatever only one of it's tailfins got ripped off so Hiccup made it a new one since he's a really really good inventor and mechanic back there they call him a blacksmith but the problem is that now he's probably going to be forced to take his final 'dragon training' exam which means he would have to actually kill a dragon so I do feel kinda bad about leaving him at a time like this but it seems like you and Elsa need me more."

Anna gaped at me. "How did you say that all in one breath?!"

"I get bored." I told her seriously. "300 years of hanging around and nobody seeing me, I got to practice on the most useless of things."

"Okay, you said you had two friends… who's the other one."

I smiled, ruffling her hair. "You, silly."

She frowned, then grinned, then snuggled up against me. I stared down at her. The only person to have ever touched me was Hiccup, and he never got this personal…

"I miss Elsa." She said after awhile.

"You want to go find her?"

"Okay."

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