Disclaimer: Frozen and Rise of the Guardians are still not owned by me, but I do love both movies!

Okay, I just went into my story and looked at this chapter and realized something went wrong when I uploaded it. Sorry for the mess you guys, I didn't realize it uploaded like that! I hope this time it transfers correctly and I'll try to keep an eye on it in the future. Anyway, here is the updated version of chapter 5!

Pitch was angry and upset with himself. He had gotten distracted by the storm that was being created by himself and Elsa. As a result, he had not seen where she had gone. He needed to find her in order to get her to believe in him. If she didn't, he would not be able to convince her to join him. Unfortunately, he was not going to be allowed to stay focused on his task.

Nearby, a certain snowman was wandering around and gazing at the snow covered trees in wonder. He loved everything snowy and bright, but what sounded even better to him was the thought of summer. He was so focused on the trees and his thoughts that he walked right into the strange grey man, with dark black hair and black blotches. Olaf stumbled back and fell, still optimistic like always. In their collision, one of the small branches on Olaf's body fell into the snow beside him.

"Oof! Sorry, I seem to have lost my arm." Olaf said, reaching over to find it. He was struggling with trying to put it back in the right spot. Eventually, he settled with it being slightly crooked but functioning. Pitch stared at the creature in confusion. It was a talking snow man, something that had to have been made by Elsa. What was strange, stranger than the fact that it could see him, was its lack of fear. Pitch could sense nothing from it, when normally even the bravest of individuals had some kind of fear. "What are you?" he asked, trying to figure out why his powers were malfunctioning.

"Oh, I'm Olaf!" he exclaimed, walking forward and hugging Pitch. Pitch backed away, trying to get out of the things reach. "Get off of me! Do you not know who I am? How can you see me and not know who I am?" he said, his voice getting louder. Pitch had a mission to accomplish, but this creature now had his attention. He needed to solve this mystery before he continued. It might help him communicate with Elsa, despite the fact that she still did not believe in him. "Well, you are big and look rather grey. Have we met before? You do look somewhat familiar…" Olaf said, walking around Pitch in circles inspecting him.

Pitch was losing his patience with Olaf quickly. This snow man was an idiot, something that was becoming painfully obvious to Pitch. "Are you Mike? You look like a Mike to me." Olaf said eventually, making Pitch lost control of his anger. "I am Pitch Black, the king of nightmares and darkness. Everyone who meets me cowers in fear!" he yelled, leaning closely into Olaf's face. Olaf leaned back, but was still unafraid of the man in front of him. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mike." he said, ignoring the introduction completely.

"Sorry, but I do have to get going. I'm on a quest to find some warm hugs, and unfortunately you just aren't able to do that for me mister grumpy pants. Have a nice day, Mike!" he yelled out, walking off into the distance. Pitch just stared at him in amazement. He had gotten no answers and no explanation about the snow man. Pitch decided that he had no fear because he was too ignorant of the world to understand that he should be afraid of some things. It was time for him to move on anyway. He had an ice queen to find.

It had taken them long enough, but Jack, Iduna, and Agnarr finally arrived at the home of the rock trolls. Jack was disappointed as he looked around, finding himself surrounded by boulders of different sizes. "When you guys said rock trolls, I was really expecting something a bit more exciting than just plain old rocks." he commented, walking forward and touching one with his staff, coating it in frost. He jumped back as it rolled away, revealing itself to be an actual troll. "What do you think you're doing? Keep your magic away from me!" it complained, amusing Jack further. Maybe this had been worth the trip.

Iduna and Agnarr were watching in confusion as the trolls seemed to surround nothing but air. One of them was talking to nothing, which was only stranger. Iduna sighed, figuring it was just another one of their quirks. They rarely met with the trolls and every time they did, they got to see some new strange pattern in their life. Iduna decided to wait patiently for their attention, hoping this would be quick.

"Relax, I didn't realize you were actually alive. Are you really made of rock, or do you just look like a rock?" Jack asked, reaching over to poke him again with the staff. He then noticed the others surrounding him. The first troll had dodged his staff, but Jack was staring at all the other trolls, all of them different sizes and shapes with various types of leaves used as clothing. One of them stepped forward, one that looked older than the others and seemed curious about Jack.

"Were you born with these powers, or cursed?" he asked, making Jack frown. He had no idea what this guy was talking about. Maybe his magic, but if that was true, neither answer made sense. He had been chosen by the moon to become Jack Frost. If it wasn't for this gift, he would have died that night in the lake. While it might be lonely when people didn't believe in him, Jack did love his life. He found fun in everything, especially in his power. "It seems that you do not know what I am asking of you. What do you call the ice you can make?" he asked, clarifying and making Jack realize it was his magic that was being asked about.

"Why do you want to know about that?" he asked, not trusting these strange creatures. They might be working for Pitch, looking for some way to take away his powers again. Jack still remembered the time Pitch broke his staff, leaving him nearly powerless until he learned to believe in himself. "Magic is a powerful thing, something that one can be born with. This will leave them with a strong ability that is often tethered to their emotions. It is often unstable and needs to be contained as quickly as possible." he began.

"There is another type, a type that has almost grown extinct in our world. Some people are cursed with powers. We are the only ones who believe in this type of magic, and the only ones who seem to be able to interact with the cursed individuals. Their powers are more contained, but comes with the price of being isolated from the world around them." he finished, leaving Jack staring at him in shock. His explanation made sense, but Jack never thought of his power as a curse. Even when he spent his nights asking the moon why he had this gift, he never regretted being able to help others have fun.

Iduna had been listening off to the side and her attention was grabbed as she heard them mention magic. Elsa had been born with powers, but she had never heard of what happened to those that were cursed with magic. She felt sorry for whoever they were talking to, the person that was unseen by everyone around them. As soon as she thought this, a boy appeared in the center of the trolls and she gasped in surprise. He had pale white hair, just slightly paler than Elsa's hair. He had on a dark blue hoodie and carried a wooden staff which was now resting on his shoulder as he stared at the trolls.

"You don't know much about magic, if that's what you believe. I was chosen, not cursed." Jack insisted, still refusing to believe any other story. He knew the pain of that isolation, but there was no way this power was a curse. He could make so many people happy with it. "I am sorry for you, boy. My name is Grand Pabbie and these are the rock trolls." he said, shaking his head at the boy's reaction. He was so hopeful, but Grand Pabbie knew that the boy would understand one day.

"Who are you?" Iduna asked, recovering from her initial surprise. Jack turned with a grin on his face, swinging his staff down from his shoulder. "You see me? I knew it would happen!" he yelled triumphantly, jumping into the air and flying over the trolls to land next to her. Iduna stepped back in surprise, not expecting to see a boy who could fly. "Since you can see me, I suppose I should give you a heads up. Pitch is still here, somewhere. He isn't going to give up easily." he said, ignoring her reaction.

Iduna stared at him in confusion. This boy could fly and was now talking about some other person named Pitch. She had no clue what was happening. Agnarr stood next to her, also able to see Jack now that he had gained belief in the existence of a cursed magic user. "Listen, boy. Show some respect for your queen and answer her question." he responded, getting frustrated at his carelessness. This stranger seemed to be acting carelessly, not understanding who they were.

Jack almost laughed in response. He almost sounded like North, trying to tell him what to do in order to get off of the naughty list. "Sorry, but you aren't my king and she isn't my queen either. I'm not exactly from around here. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to introduce myself, even though you should already know who I am if you can see me. I am Jack Frost." he answered, holding his hand out with a small snowflake in his palm. It was a small show of his power, but something that would help them believe he truly was Jack Frost.

Iduna and Agnarr both gasped as they saw the snow in his hand, reminding them both of their daughter. Elsa had been struggling with her powers since birth and now they had met a boy with the same power, but who could control it. Even though he was a stranger, they needed his help. It was what was best for Elsa, so Iduna would do anything to convince him to help. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jack. There is someone I would like you to meet, if you wouldn't mind joining us for another journey." she said, looking into his eyes as she spoke.

Jack knew there would be problems with this, especially with Pitch in the area. Pitch would be doing everything to get to Jack, simply for revenge over what had happened in his last attempt to be recognized. His thoughts then went to where he was, how he needed to get home. The Guardians had to be worried by now, especially since it was obvious that the well had somehow become a portal. Looking up at the sky, Jack saw the moon shining brightly and it made him think. Maybe it had been his powers that brought Jack here. If the moon wanted him here, it was for a reason. He would not be able to return home until he fulfilled his purpose, even if the moon would not explain what his purpose was.

He crouched down, ready to respond to the queen's request when something more alarming occurred around them. It was the middle of summer, a rather hot night as well. Jack had gotten used to it, accepting that he would have to wait to make more snow. He was shocked to see and feel a sudden change in the weather, a drop in temperature and snow suddenly falling from the sky. "Where did this come from?" he asked, more to himself than anyone else.

Iduna felt a sense of dread at what she saw, aware of one potential cause of this storm. "Do you think-?" she began, turning towards Agnarr for help before he interrupted her. "Elsa, what have you done?" Jack stared at them, feeling more confused then ever. This Elsa girl was supposed to have powers like Pitch, right? Why did they blame her for the snow? He wanted answers, but it looked like he was not going to get them now. The king and queen turned around, rushing away from the rock trolls and Jack. After a few moments thought, he waved goodbye to the trolls and followed them. "Thanks for the help, sort of. Don't forget to have some fun, start a snowball fight or something while you have the chance!" he yelled back, grinning as he sped on ahead, eager to help Iduna and Agnarr. Despite their disbelief in him for so long, he had grown to like the two monarchs. Together, they would find the source of this storm and put an end to it.

A/N: Okay, I don't plan on explaining this in a future chapter so I'm putting the explanation in here as an author's note. Olaf is a unique character and after some thought about him, I decided that his ability to believe in the impossible also applies to believing in the Guardians and Pitch. Even without knowing who they are, Olaf believes that anything can happen and that anything is possible, so he can see/believe in all of them.