Chapter 1 The Unexpected

Elsa's POV

Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared. But then, then I saw the moon. It was so big, and it was so bright; it seemed to chase all the darkness away. And when it did I wasn't scared anymore.

I was standing on an ice-covered fjord. It was winter, but I didn't feel the least bit cold.

I was wearing a white, long-sleeved dress that reached my white heels, and the skirt was slit half-way up my leg on the right side. The dress glittered with sparkling snowflakes, and a train spilled out behind me from the shoulders, which was also covered with the glistening snowflakes. My long, blond hair was in a loose French braid slung over my left shoulder.

As I made my way across the fjord, I slipped, and grabbed at a tree on the coast to steady myself. As I did, ice started up the branch I had grabbed and down the trunk. I stared at my hand. Had ice come from it and onto the tree? I walked over to another tree and touched it. The same thing happened. Ice covered the trunk in a swirling pattern. Filled with giddiness, I dodged between trees, touching all of them; they all became icy.

Suddenly, a gust of wind kicked up and I was caught up in the air and hitting the branches of trees. I could fly too? I finally landed on a snowy branch and looked down.

There was a small town with people milling around. I shakily flew myself over there. I greeted the people, but they didn't greet me back. They didn't even give me any notion that they had heard me at all. Then a woman came walking toward me.

"Um, excuse me, could you tell me where I –" Then I stopped because the woman had gone right through me. I called out again, but nobody seemed to hear me.

My name is Elsa, the Snow Queen. How do I know that? Because the moon told me so. That was all he ever told me; and that was a long, long time ago.

300 years later.

I dashed around in the air, freezing things here and there. I flew by someone who had an unhappy expression on his face.

"I sure wish it would snow," he murmured before I flew out of hearing range.

You want snow? Well, that's what I'm here for!

I shot my magic into the sky where clouds began to gather, and it soon started to snow. The man looked up and grinned.

"You're welcome," I told him, guessing he couldn't hear me. He didn't give any sign that he had heard me and I sighed. Why couldn't anyone ever see me? What if no one ever did?

A few years had passed since I had watched the Guardians battle Pitch. I hadn't joined in because I didn't think it was my fight; the children probably wouldn't have seen me anyway.

I flew back home to America, which was also Jack Frost's home country. Okay, so I'm not from America, but it was my favourite country, so it qualified for my home.

It was cloudy, so I hit the clouds with my magic and it began to snow. I twirled around in the air, relishing the cold. Now this was what I loved; cold snowy days. Days without a care in the world.

Jack's POV

We were in North's workshop; we as in all the Guardians. It was one of those times when we got together to talk about how the children were and to relate about Pitch.

Suddenly, a bright light caught my eye. It was the man in the moon!

"Hey, guys," I rose my voice to be heard over all the chatter. "Mani wants to say something.

The other Guardians, except for Sandy, stopped talking and looked at the moon. A ray of moonlight filtered through the gap in the roof and landed on a silver circle on the ground; a pedestal began rising from the ground.

"He's choosing a new Guardian," North murmured.

"Again? What's wrong with the five of us?" Bunny questioned.

Mani answered by building a small figurine inside the pedestal. Having never seen this before, I paid attention with great enthusiasm. When Mani was finished, the figurine was a young woman in a dress with her long blond hair in a loose French braid slung over her left shoulder

North raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Elsa," he spoke the figurine's name.

Elsa. Where had I heard that name before?

"Who's Elsa?" I asked.

"The Snow Queen," Bunny answered.

"The Snow Queen?" I repeated. "Like the little kids book?"

"No. Elsa's much nicer than her. That's just a story. Like yours. Lots of writers make you look evil." Tooth made a good point.

I looked at the figurine again. She looked slightly familiar. Why was that?

"Well, I guess we'd better get her here." North whistled, and two yetis approached him; one was carrying a bag.

I looked at North. "Are you really going to do the whole shove-in-a-bag-and-get-tossed-in-a-portal thing again?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Well, I'm just remembering how much I loved doing that, and I'm sure Elsa would feel the same."

North shrugged. "Fine. You go get her then."

"I will," I replied before flying for Jamie's home in town. I'd always seen a young woman in a white dress and pale blond hair there, but nobody else seemed to see her. It was a long shot, but I was willing to take it.

It was snowing when I got there, and one big snowflake seemed to hover in the air for quite a while. That wasn't a snowflake, I realized as I grew closer, but the Snow Queen herself, hovering in the snowstorm she had made.

I put on a burst of speed, and caught her mid-air, so she sat in my arms. She turned her head to look me in the eye, and I found myself looking into the most beautiful face I had ever seen.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"If your name is Elsa, then yes you can," I responded.

"What's it to you?" Elsa crossed her arms.

I grinned. "I'm taking you to the North Pole."

Elsa gave a short laugh. "The North Pole? What does North want now?"

"You'll have to see."

"Huh. So, I'm guessing you're Jack Frost. You look familiar for some reason."

"I was about to say the same about you!" I exclaimed. "I know I've seen you somewhere, but I can't place my finger on it."

"I was thinking the same."

We were soon chatting away like old friends. There was something calm and collected about the way Elsa spoke. Like no matter what I said, she wouldn't be surprised by it; like she knew everything. I liked her already.

Elsa's POV

Okay, I'll say it. I didn't expect Jack Frost to look this cute. With wild white hair and piercing ice blue eyes, he looked dangerous. But the way he held me was gentle; I liked that; I liked him.

I wondered why we were going to the North Pole. What did North want now? I gave him the snow for his sleigh, didn't I? What more did he want? By the time we reached North's workshop, I was almost dizzy with the questions swirling around my head. Jack set me down in front of the older guardians.

I put my hands on my hips. "Well, North? What do you want now?"

North put his hand on the back of his neck. "The man in the moon has chosen a new Guardian; and it's you."

Now I get to be closer to Jack! Wait, what?

"Me? Why would he choose me? I've done nothing for any children." I couldn't understand it. "And they never see me anyway."

I felt Jack's hand on my shoulder and remembered that no one believed in him until a few years ago before the battle against Pitch. But at least he was believed in now. Jack seemed to realize what he was doing and removed his hand.

"Perhaps it happened before you became the Snow Queen," Tooth suggested, answering my earlier question.

Before I was the Snow Queen? I had no memory before waking up as myself.

I must've had a confused look on my face, because Tooth asked: "Do you not remember?" I shook my head.

"Tooth, why don't you show Elsa her memory box, or whatever you call it?" Jack suggested.

"Do you mean this one?"

We all turned around to see Pitch. He was standing on the giant globe, which showed bright lights representing the children who believed in the Guardians. He was holding a golden cylinder that had a picture of me on it. I rolled my eyes; here we go again.

"How did you get her memories?" Tooth demanded.

Pitch shrugged. "Like I got them last time. You really should create a better guarding system." He grinned as he said that.

Jack's POV

My heart plunged to my toes. Had Pitch taken the Baby Tooth Fairies again?

"Where are they?" Tooth murmured, then her voice grew louder until she was almost screaming. "Where are they? Where are my fairies?!"

Pitch grinned wider and was about to say something when there was a flash of white light. When the light ebbed away, there was a man standing beside Pitch. He looked a lot like Pitch, except he was clothed in white, and his hair and skin were white. The only colour about him were his eyes, which were as blue as the sky. The other different thing about him was that he looked much older than Pitch.

Pitch looked at the newcomer with hostility in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, all you need to know is that you are not," the newcomer snapped his fingers and Pitch disappeared.

North looked at the man closely. "Mani?"

"Hi, North. Long time, no see. Wow, I'm really out of practice of coming down here on a moonbeam." Mani began to dust himself off.

"You look a lot like Pitch," Elsa remarked.

"I guess I should," Mani replied. "Since Pitch is my brother."