Author's note: I am so sorry I abandoned this story. I mainly made it to keep me busy during the winter holiday. I'm going to try updating every week. Keep in mind that until I get to the part of the story where Frozen ended, I won't really be changing plot points. I'm just incorporating Jack into the story, to establish him as a character. If you have any ideas where you want this story to go after that, I'm open for suggestion. Please review, it's hard to want to continue a story if your readers are just a number. Hearing from you guys is what makes me want to write. Also feel free to correct me if something is wrong with one of the characters. I'm trying to stay true to the original. Also: I don't own Frozen, Rise of the Guardians, or any affiliated characters/ plot points. After that, there will be characters I create. They're all mine J
For a moment, Jack just stood there. He looked to the broken window with wide eyes. I'm over 300 years old… and I just had my first kiss. Then he gave himself a reality check. Hey stupid, your girl just ran out of a broken window. And there's a man who wants her throne out to get her.
Jack followed Elsa out of the window, but the wind began to swirl around her. Since she was controlling it, he couldn't use it to fly to her. She had blocked herself off from him, and he didn't know why. So Jack went for the only person who could get through to her. Anna.
When he finally found her, he was shocked by what he saw. She wasn't just weak and cold, with white hair and blue tinted fingertips. She was sliding down the side of the castle, having climbed out of an open window. He used the bit of control he had over the air to make sure she landed safely. She was only a few feet away from Elsa, but the wind kept her sister hidden from view.
"Anna!" a voice yelled in the distance.
"Kristoff…" she whispered. As she did, both her and Jack felt a foreboding halt in the winds around them. They turned together to see Elsa on the icy ground, with her arms clutching around her gut as if in pain. Above her, the man who had thrown Elsa in prison raised his sword. With a small moan of pain, Anna hurled herself in front of her sister. Raising her arm to intercept the deadly blow, Anna's eyes shone with love for her sister, and determination. The blue from her fingertips spread quickly, enveloping her arms and torso, finally encasing her entirely in ice. As the prince's sword hit her, it shattered, sparing Elsa. Slowly, Elsa looked up.