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 Fifteen

Marshmallows

Anna

The storm was no longer brewing strong.

Jack walked alongside me. "So, Elsa's magical energy signal seems to be coming from the North Mountain."

"So that's where we're headed?" I asked.

"Of course." He nodded.

With nothing to say, we began to walk there in silence.

"So…" he began after awhile. "How did you find out about Elsa's powers?"

"Well I…" I sighed. "It was my fault. She got mad because I got engaged to someone I just met—"

"You got engaged to someone you just met?!" he exclaimed, shocked.

"Yeah." I told him indifferently, not realizing what I had just admitted. "So then, she got mad, and so I got mad, and I grabbed her glove—"

"Hold up, you got engaged to someone you just met!?" he repeated.

"Yes, pay attention." I chastised. "So the thing is she wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, 'maybe she has a thing about dirt!'"

"Anna, stop." He said, halting me. "You're eleven years old!"

"You are so much like my sister." I groaned. "I bet the two of you would get along great."

"Nah." He shook his head. "Your sister's far better."

"You're as fun as she used to be." I pointed out. "You know… before she shut me out."

Jack went quiet again. I was beginning to understand that, at moments like this, he was thinking —mostly with several memories— and needed some space.

"…But you're still only eleven years old."

"Jack, drop it. I already broke up with him."

Elsa

The clear blue sky was beautiful.

I stood, watching it. So fresh. So elegant.

…There were two tiny dots marring the crystalline view.

I squinted my eyes. No. They were people. What were people doing here? Didn't they notice the storm that had been protruding this mountain?

Either way, I had to get them off. I was a danger to anyone who came close. I wasn't safe.

Closing my eyes, I raised my hands and concentrated on making the biggest snow drift I could. Hopefully that would keep them from advancing much further.

But wait… perhaps if I made it look more intimidating… more threatening…

Before long, the large snowdrift had become an insanely large snowman-like pile of snow. I let it stand there, blocking my ice palace from harm, as it would be very hard for anyone to get around it.

"Well then, Mr Marshmallow." I mock told my snowman. "Do your job as my guard well, and don't let those people come any closer."

Then I walked away, hoping vainly that I could somehow find a mysterious stash of food somewhere in here.

Jack

One second we were just arriving on the peak of the mountain ledge, the next second we were being chased back down by a large abominable snowman.

Let me back up.

Our problem started when we caught sight of it, like it had just appeared out of nowhere. Now, my first though was that it was a particularly thick clump of snow, and that there was nothing to worry about since I could probably find or way around it.

Unfortunately, it seemed to have other ideas.

As we got closer, the lump of snow revealed to be a snowman, which had glowing blue eyes and looked pretty angry.

Then it opened it's mouth and spoke.

"Don't come any closer." It growled.

Anna put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Nuh uh, no way. You can just suck it up, Mr Marshmallow, I'm going to see my sister."

"Mr Marshamllow?" I murmured.

She didn't answer me.

"Leave." It growled.

Anna sniffed, eyes suddenly murderous. Then she (oh why, Anna, why?) picked up a nice handful of snow and chucked the snowball at the giant snowman.

It hit the snowman with a slight poof and crumbled to dust.

It didn't look like it had hurt the snowman at all. I figured we were going to be okay.

"Rwwwaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!"

I plainly stood corrected.

"Run, Anna!" I yelled. Luckily, she didn't stop to argue and followed me. We ran back the direction we came from, madly rushing to escape the thing that had started chasing us angrily.

Anna

I, for one, think we ran too far.

In fact, about halfway down the mountain, I'm pretty sure the snowman had stopped chasing us already.

But, probably because of paranoia, we just kept going until the two of us freaking fell off a cliff.

"Hang on, Anna!" I suppose it was only lucky that Jack knows how to fly.

We landed down softly at the base of the cliff.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Y-yea, I'm fine." I stuttered, staring up. "What was that thing?"

He fiddled with his crook. "Doesn't matter, I don't think we should try throwing anymore snowballs at it."

I huffed. "Hey, it ain't my fault!" I protested. "It was a teeny tiny little snowball and I wanna see Elsa!"

Yeah, I was whining by then, but come on! I missed her. And that stupid snowman was getting in the way.

Jack

How the hell was I supposed to explain to her that Elsa must've sent that snowman to keep us away?

Elsa

I had always been lonely, ever since I had struck Anna, but someone I felt even more alone than ever.

Maybe it was because there wasn't anyone left that I could depend on, no more servants that could be counted on to send the occasional message or little Anna pitter-pattering outside the door.

It all felt too alone. I couldn't have that. I mean, I was free. I was supposed to be happy.

My eyes drifted out to the huge snowman I had made to 'guard' my castle.

Maybe if I made something that resembled a companion, I wouldn't be so lonely.

Holding out my hand, I swirled some s now around to create a cute little snowman. Just a small one, mind you, it might feel a bit unsettling to have another of 'Mr Marshmallow' staring at me for long hours.

I was already mostly satisfied with it, a petit abstract ice sculpture standing proudly next to the frozen fountain.

However, just as I was about to to go up to it and give it an equally adrable name, I stopped with an expression of horror on my face.

It was Olaf. I had created Olaf.

No. No, I wouldn't be able to stand it, watch it sit there smiling blankly at me all day. It would be even more scarring than Mr Marshmallow.

The memories washed over me. Mocking me. You can't escape, Elsa. They taunted. People with the gift of winter always live in misery and loneliness.

I quickly ran up the stairs, trying to shut the memories away behind the door once more.

Jack

We both stared at the thing.

It was a little snowman, no higher than my knee, and it was moving.

Damn, that girl is good. I thought, staring in disbelief at it.

When we first saw it toddle down the hill, we thought that it must've just been a loose snowball.

Until it talked.

"Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!"

Anna and I spent the absolute longest time gawking at it, until Anna finally jumped for joy.

"Olaf!" she exclaimed. "That's right! Olaf! Olaf, did Elsa build you?"

The little snowman ('Olaf', apparently) nodded, spreading his arms out innocently. "Yeah! Why?"

I stared at the soft-looking stick with three tiny branches protruding as fingers. They seemed to mock me.

Anna bounced on the tips of her toes. "Do you know where she is?"

"Yeah! Why?"

I couldn't stand it anymore and gently plucked the annoying stick out. "How does this even work—" the stick slapped me in the face.

"Hey quit it." 'Olaf' huffed, grabbing it back and adjusting it using his other arm. "I'm trying to focus here."

He turned back to Anna and resumed his position. "Yeah! Why?" he asked again.

I facepalmed. "I'll tell you why— we need Elsa to bring back summer."

He stared at me with an awestruck expression on his face. "Summer?" he breathed.

Anna nodded kindly.

"Oh!" he said happily, closing his eyes as if imagining something wonderful. "I don't know why but I always loved the idea of summer, and sun, and all things hot…"

"Really?" I asked skeptically. "So I'm guessing you don't have very much experience with heat."

"Nope." He answered sadly, then perked up again. "But sometimes I like to imagine what it'll be like when summer really does come!"

And he broke into a song.

"Bees'll buzz, kids'll blow dandelion fuzz,

And I'll be doing whatever snow does,

In summer." He proclaimed, dancing around.

"A drink in my hand,

My snow up against the burning sand,

Prob'ly getting gorgeously tanned,

In summer."

A snowman can't get a tan.

"I'll finally see a summer breeze, blow away a winter storm.

And find out what happens to solid water, when it gets warm."

I was about to say, 'It melts,' but Anna kicked me the moment I opened my mouth.

"And I can't, wait to see,

What my buddies all think of me.

Just imagine how much cooler I'll be,

In summer!"

Olaf began dancing around in circles, miming holding a top hat and a cane.

"Da da, da doo, ah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, boo…

The hot, the cold are both so intense,

Put 'em together, it just makes sense!"

No it doesn't! I almost screamed in frustration.

"Ratdadat, dadadadoo…

Winter's a good time to stay in and cuddle,

But put me in summer and I'll be a…"

Olaf paused.

How ironic. That the ideal next word for that would be 'puddle'…

"HAPPY SNOWMAN!"

"That doesn't even rhyme." I muttered.

"When life gets rough, I like to hold onto my dreams.

Of relaxing in the summer sun, just letting off steam.

Oh, the sky will be blue, and you guys'll be there too.

When I finally do what frozen things do,

In summer!"

"I'm gonna tell him." I mumbled.

Anna glared at me. "Don't you dare!"

"In summerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Anna

Olaf grinned broadly after finishing his ending word. "So come on! Let's go bring back summer!"

"I'm coming!" I agreed delightedly, letting the little snowman lead me with his twig hand.

Behind me, Jack lagged behind, giving me a deadpanned stare.

I rolled my eyes and gestured him over.

"Someone's gotta tell him." He muttered, coming up beside me. "He's going to find out one day, than what're you going to do?"

I pretended not to hear him. One dilemma at a time. For now, we get back Elsa.

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