Disclaimer: The Rise of the Guardians does not belong to me. I am in no way associated with the creator, characters or production.
The story from now on is purely from my own imagination.
A/N: Wow, I actually updated pretty fast this time xD
'Kay, so I know Jack Frost might be a little OOC, and I'm really sorry about that, but I kinda like him this
way. More agressive :P
Please R&R! No flames.
Melting Heart: Chapter Two - A Hint of Reassurance
"(F/n)!"
You groan and roll over, covering your ears with your pillow, trying desperately to hang on to your dream as you float back into consciousness.
"(F/n)!" A voice is calling you, loud and insistent.
"Argh," you grit your teeth and pulled the covers over your head, attempting to block out the sound.
"(F/N)!" The voice shouts.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" You yell finally, throwing off the blankets and tossing the pillow over your shoulder as you reluctantly climb out of bed.
"(F/n)! How many times do I need to tell you to set your alarm in the mornings? It's a wonder how you get to school on time!" Your mother stands at the door, arms crossed and glaring as she bends down to pick up a loose piece of paper you had thrown on the floor distractedly last night.
"Sorry," you mutter, pulling on your uniform and brushing your (c/l) hair at the same time.
"Who's this?" Your mother asks, examining the sheet of paper.
"Hmm?" You glance at the sheet your mother holds out and nearly topple over in surprise.
"Um … nothing, just something I drew when I was bored," you stammer, snatching the paper away from your mother's grip and stuffing it in your pocket.
"Really, now?" Your mother says skeptically, raising an eyebrow.
Fixing your necktie, you nod curtly. "Yes."
She gives you a disbelieving look and you simply shrug in response.
"Well, I gotta go," you say, grabbing your bag and slipping out the door.
"What about breakfast?" Your mother calls after you.
"It's fine. I'm not hungry anyway," you reply as you tug on your shoes and close the door behind you.
"Hey (f/n)!"
You glance up from your current position; leaned back on the chair, legs crossed, nonchalant expression.
"What is it?" You say coolly.
"We're gonna have a snowball fight with the guys," Irena, your classmate, informs you excitedly.
"Why are you telling me this?" You respond coldly, giving her a shifted look of disinterest.
"Umm … I just wanted to let you know, in case you wanted to join …," she trails off at your air of disdain.
"And why would I want to play with you guys?" You roll your eyes mockingly.
"Because it's fun," Irena murmurs, giving you a final glance before scurrying away.
"Fun?" You mutter under your breath, turning your head to look out the window and seeing all your schoolmates laughing and tossing snowballs at each other.
"I don't get it," you sigh before resting your arms on the desk and closing your eyes.
"Hey (f/n)!"
You scowl and spin around, wondering what Irena wants with you now.
"What is it, Irena?" You say impatiently, adjusting the strap on your shoulder without looking up.
"Irena? Who's that? Have you forgotten me already?" A light, masculine voice edged with mirth answers your question.
"Huh?" You look up in surprise and gasp.
Floating above you, with silver hair, blue eyes, wearing an azure sweater coated with frost, brown jeans, holding a magical staff, donning a large smiles, is …
"Jack!" You exclaim, eyes lighting up and your lips curve up into the first smile you've made in days.
"(F/n)!" He copies your enthusiasm, his cerulean eyes gleaming in the setting sun and he swoops low, coming to a stop in front of you, hovering only centimetres from the ground.
"I missed you," you say shyly, boots scuffing the ground as you shift uncertainly.
"Me too," he replies, gliding closer to you and grinning your favourite crooked smile.
"North had me on patrol for the last forty-seven hours," Jack explains, twirling his staff and smiling apologetically.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" You whisper softly, your (e/c) eyes sad but understanding.
Jack blushes and nods hesitantly. "If you want me to," he answers, his navy eyes gentle and kind.
"Do I deserve a reward for being here?" he suddenly changes the subject, a wide smirk playing on his features as he leans back on his wooden staff.
"Reward? For being late? I don't think so," you stick your tongue out and frown mockingly before turning away.
"Aww come on, (f/n)! I still made it, didn't I?" Jack whines, tugging on your coat and tapping his crook absentmindedly, causing small puffs of snow to drift down onto your hair.
"Jack!" You turn to glare at him, shaking out your hair.
"What?" he says, slightly preoccupied with touching a strand of your (h/c) hair tentatively, marveling in the soft texture and running a cold hand through it.
You watch him with a small smile before taking his hand and squeezing it lightly, trying to warm it up.
"What's fun?" You ask abruptly, staring down at your feet as you loosen your hold on him.
"What do you mean?" Jack says, his smile dropping and he stares at you questioningly.
"I just wanted to know. Since you're the Guardian of Fun and all," you exhale deeply and shake your head ruefully.
"Fun, huh?" he says thoughtfully. "Fun is when you're happy and carefree. The moment when you let go of all your fears and concerns and just enjoy yourself to the fullest, I guess," Jack replies sheepishly, rubbing his neck.
"Oh," you say softly, tilting your heard and gazing up at the cloudless sky, your breath coming out in visible puffs in the frozen evening.
"Why?" He asks, resting a hand on your should and searching your (e/c) eyes curiously.
"I just—I don't know … Irena came up to me during homeroom today and invited me to join them in a snowball fight," you say slowly.
"Snowball fight?" At that, Jack's ears perk up and he grins. "Did you go?"
"No. I declined," you answer, letting your gaze fall.
"What? Why?" He says, surprised.
"I don't know," you repeat. "It's just that … at school, I'm known as the 'Ice Princess.' I don't really participate in activites, although I secretly do want to … I get top marks yet I never really think about it. I'm not really the social type," you mutter with a miserable sigh.
"Really?" Jack asks, completely perplexed. "You seem fine to me."
"I feel like myself when I'm with you. I don't need to isolate myself," you whisper, lifting your (e/c) eyes to meet his own sapphire ones.
"I guess you bring that out of everyone," you laugh bitterly.
"(F/n). I'm a myth, remember? I don't really exist … to the people who don't believe," Jack reminds you with a forlorn smile, nipping your nose softly.
"But I believe," you say, putting your arm around his neck and drawing him closer until your foreheads touch.
"Do you?" he murmurs, wrapping his pale arms around your waist and smiling wistfully.
"I do," you promise.
"Good."
And then his mouth was on yours. You move your soft lips slowly, teasingly, as Jack groans and pushes his body closer, lifting a hand to angle your head better, letting his magical staff drop onto the white ground with a small clatter.
His lips are icy a contrast to your warm, pink lips, and you stifle a small moan when he runs his tongue over your bottom lip tauntingly.
"Jack," you whisper when he parts, panting.
"I have a confession to make," he mumbles quietly, stroking your strands relaxingly.
"What is it?" You ask.
"I've met you before," he says finally, lowering his gaze.
"What? Where?" You say, confused.
"I met you a long time ago," Jack admits. "I've watched you from afar, hoping you'd see me one day …"
"Well, didn't you know? Stalking young ladies are illegal," you tease lightly, still slightly stunned, but feeling a twinge of happiness. Jack had noticed you before, had taken a liking to you, when no one else did …
"Let's go home," you say, smiling.
"Already?" Jack says, startled.
You say nothing, simply beckoning him with a hand.
He breaks into a gentle smile and picks up his forgotten staff before walking towards you.
"Are you gonna walk this time?" You joke.
"It's good exercise," he shoots back with a smirk.
You scoff and laugh. "It is … for humans," you agree.
Wordlessly, Jack holds out his hand and you intertwine your fingers together as you both begin the journey back in the silent night.
A/N: Yay! Yeah, the storyline moves kinda fast and I'm hoping for a quicker ending, but I'm probably
gonna make it last longer.
As always, hope you enjoyed!
R&R!
~IntertwinedRoses