Yes, Yes I know it's late and I'm sorry but I got preoccupied these last few days so the editing for this chapter took longer than anticipated.
With that being said I'm so glad you're here and hope you guys have had a great Halloween if you celebrate it.
One final thing but a fellow author on FFN called MikaelusTheCritic and they'll be posting a new story under Rotg x Frozen tommorow calledSnow and Frost 2I highly recommend reading their stories and giving this new one a check out! They're an amazing author!
Onto chapter 6!
Chapter 6: Mr. King.
He'd meant to leave he truly did. He'd even been halfway through the portal when he'd been stopped. But just as Jack had activated the snow globe, having smashed it against a large tree, a large blur of black sand whirled around him.
Knocked backwards Jack was momentarily blinded as his head slammed into the ground. Jumping up the winter spirit looked back just in time to see a nightmare reel up on its back legs, kicking wildly in the air. Clutching his staff Jack raised the hook level with the whirl of black sand, but before he could shoot a blast of ice towards it, it took off into the darkness.
Panting Jack slowly turned in a circle the light of the portal offered, giving some relief against the darkness.
The air stilled after a moment and Jack slumped against a tree, the loose hum of the portal echoing in his ears. For a moment Jack considered going after the nightmare but then dropped his staff to his side, one nightmare wouldn't hurt anything.
Closing his eyes the winter spirit sighed. The one nice thing about Arendelle was the still slightly crisp snowy air, it at least offered Jack some comfort from the now warm spring turning air, Burgess offered. After a few deep breaths he shook his head, annoyed that he had let his guard down.
Jack jumped into the air ready to get out of here when something caught his eye. Another black shadow escaped the treeline, darting across a patch of stars. Jack closed his eyes and inhaled sharply before letting out a noise similar to a cry and a whine, annoyance threatening to overtake him. Jumping into the air the winter spirit stealthily rode the wind, er well Gale he supposed, as the nightmare bolted in between clouds.
"No…oh you gotta be kidding me!" Jack whined silently to himself as they came to the castle. Landing on the outer wall of the courtyard Jack debated his chances. Elsa had told him to leave and Jack truly didn't want to disobey her and her order. He figured that would land him in a dungeon or worse. (Well Jack wasn't sure what year it was exactly, he didn't want to see what punishments a ruler would do to someone who disobeyed them.)
Before he could leave though a thick stream of black sand began to swirl and glide around one of the balconies. Jack stared in confusion before something hit him.
Cursing under his breath he leapt into the air and glided toward it. Jack flicked his staff and a small platform of Ice appeared under his feet as he balanced next to the worn wooden balcony. If he wasn't so preoccupied with the dark sand threatening to blind him Jack would've almost been impressed by the detailed carvings of a locus that adorned the wood.
Reaching a hand out hesitantly Jack gathered a handful of the dark sand and examined it. It had an almost warmth to it and itched the inside of Jack's palm as he dropped it.
Nightmare sand.
This was the last thing Jack wanted to deal with. Lifting his staff Jack submerged it in the sand and quickly drew it back. A split second later the sand burst into icy particles and vanished.
He knew he should probably leave before something else happened, but he was curious about who had attracted the annoying parasites Pitch sent out in the night.
He flipped into the air and peered into the window unable to see anything. He turned ready to go when a small light caught the corner of his eye, flashing the room in a golden light.
Jack gasped and quickly shrank out of view. He could feel his heart race in his chest at the close call. As much as he dared he etched his way into the light. He could see a woman sitting up in bed and a man next to her still asleep.
The girl slipped out of bed and grabbed the nearby candle before walking towards the terrace. Flailing backwards onto the roof Jack clutched his staff and shrank in on himself.
"Anna." Jack knitted his brow in shock as the woman from before came into view. He mussed over whether he should ask her if she was ok, when she let out a scream. Jack looked around and then noticed she was staring at him.
"Damn it." Anna shrieked again at Jack's words. Looking at the candle in her hand she looked at Jack then threw the melting wax to him. Dodging it Jack watched as the candle smashed against the roof. Sending a bolt of ice to extinguish the flame Jack turned back to the woman before him.
"Anna, Anna it's me remember?" Jack begged, shushing her as he flew over and held a hand up. "It's Jack frost…the…the fable." he choked out the last word.
"Anna, what's wrong?" the other man asked as he came out onto the balcony. Hegasped and his gaze went from one of confusion to one of anger as he spotted Jack.
"Oh..it's you..Hi." Jack whispered as he inched away from Anna.
The man glared at Jack for a split second then lunged at him and grabbed at him. Jumping back Jack tried to resist kicking at Anna as she grabbed his arm, locking her fingers around his hoodie, keeping him in place.
"Let go of me!" Jack groaned as he tried to wrench his arm free but failed under Anna's grasp. The man quickly grabbed his other arm and they both began to pull him into the room. Whirling around Jack could see it was a grand bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" Anna shrieked at him as she recovered from her shock and shoved him towards a large velvet bed that sat in the middle of the room.
"Let me go then I'll tell you." Jack snapped back trying once more to free his arm but only making the man tighten his grip. Panting slightly Anna let go of Jack's arm and opened a chest nestled at the end of the bed.
"That's not happening anytime soon." The man glared at him as Anna pulled out a piece of rope, looping one end around the bed frame and the other around Jack's arm.. Jack swallowed and couldn't help but cast a shocked gaze at Anna.
Anna and the man merely glared at him. Anna then whispered something into the man's ear. He nodded and walked over to Jack.
Jack couldn't help but mutter spitefully as the man reached out to try to grab his staff. The winter spirit tightened the grip on his staff and attempted to move it as far away as he could as he kicked the man in the shin.
The man groaned in annoyance and pinned Jack's legs down with one of his arms well yanking Jack's staff out of his hand and walking over to Anna with the other. Staff in hand.
"Thanks your Majesty." Jack spat at Anna.
"Serves your right, you can't just come into someone's bed chambers and spy on them, do you not see how messed up that looks! Also didn't Elsa tell you to leave?"
"Ok in my defense.." Jack interjected.
"You have no defense Jack." the other man said, raising his hand to silence him. "Do you not realize how spying on someone in the middle of the night is terrifying."
"I was not spying!" Jack then yelled at them struggling against the rope that held him in place.
"Of course you weren't, you just thought you would come say 'hi' in the middle of the night?" Anna deadpanned sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"No ok, I was trying to help you."
"How?"
"Which one of you had a nightmare that ended suddenly?" Jack questioned. Anna's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"How did you know that?" she whispered.
"Your welcome redhead I was on your balcony and I was the one that ended it!"
The blonde man rolled his eyes at this and crossed his arms over chest. "How do you suppose you can prove that?"
"Well Mr. King concert, prince, whatever you are, if you would kindly give me my staff back I can prove it to you, in fact I can even get an alibi." Jack said giving up on freeing himself from the rope.
"First of all, my name is Kristoff and second, give me one good reason I can trust you." he challenged.
Jack tilted his head back and groaned. "Listen, you can't trust me, I have no reason for you to, so you're just going to have to take my word that I didn't mean anything."
Kristoff's eyes widened at this as if surprised. Jack bit back a smirk as he realized he had enticed the man.
"Please, I promise you can even come with me if you want to go that far." Jack coaxed.
Kristoff raised an eyebrow, but seemed to think this over. He turned to Anna, both of them then marched over to the corner of the room and began to whisper to each other in soft breaths. After a few moments, Kristoff came over to Jack and began to untie the rope around his wrist.
Jack rubbed his wrist where the rope had cut into the skin, before reaching out for his staff. "Give it."
"Not at all." Kristoff said as he handed it over to Anna. "I'm not risking you using magic on me."
Jack sighed, turned on his heel and walked toward the balcony with Kristoff following behind. The spirit quickly opened the balcony with a flourish and walked outside into the cool night air.
"So how are you going to get this proof of yours again?" Kristoff asked, stepping out after him and closing the door behind him with a click. Jack sighed, willing all the patience left in his body to help him not lash out at this man.
Jack extended a hand out to Kristoff who looked at Jack in confusion.
"Just trust the process." The winter spirit muttered, fed up. Kristoff grabbed Jack's wrist letting out a grimace at how cold his body was.
"Yeah I know, winter spirit " Jack shrugged, stepping up on the balcony's ledge, jerking Kristoff towards him.
"What are you doing?"
"We have to fly to get there."
"What!" Anna and Kristoff both said. Jack shrugged again and dropped Kristoff's hand.
"It's either that or nothing, you want an alibi then I need to get him." Truthfully Jack didn't know if his alibi would be there waiting for him. But by Manny Jack hoped he was.
"Woah, woah what's stopping you from just leaving?" Anna said abruptly. "I mean again not exactly upset by that but..I mean..right?" she glanced at Kristoff who glanced quickly between Jack and her. "He should stay?"
Anna pulled at a braid of orange hair nervously, as her eyes darted between the two men. Inhaling sharply she squared her shoulders back and stormed over to Jack. Holding out a hand she stood looking expectantly at Jack.
"You sphere thing…give it to me." Anna demanded. Jack blinked and paused for a second before letting out a silent O of realization.
"Yeah no..I-I uh I can't do…" Jack reached into his hoodie as he recalled the snowglobe now turned portal having been abandoned in the woods. But his words soon faltered as his palm curved around the silver globe.
"Nevermind actually, here." Jack pulled out the snowglobe and tossed it to Anna, who caught it with a slight stumble.
"Okay..now, you-you don't bring him back and I'll-I'll destroy this!" Anna threatened raising the snowglobe in the air menacingly.
Jack let out a skeptical hum but nodded as he reached a hand out to Kristoff.
Kristoff raised an eyebrow but grabbed Jack's wrist. Jack almost laughed as Kristoff let out a gasp as Gale swept them into the air.
As Gale swirled them higher into the air, his head on a swivel as Jack looked around. Squinting Jack could vaguely make out a golden speck in the distance that was growing closer, just at the end of the horizon.
Arendelle's king gasped as they landed on a massive swirling cloud of golden sand that danced through the air. As Jack's grip faltered on his wrist and they landed on the cloud of sand, it seemed as if the sand beneath their feet pushed against them keeping them afloat.
"I'm going to assume this has something to do with your proof?" Kristoff whispered.
"Yep." The winter spirit nodded as he stuck his hands in his pocket, whistling as he strolled around the golden cloud looking around. Kristoff gasped as he noticed a small plump man in the middle of the cloud waving his hands around the air sending streams of sand throughout the night sky.
Jack walked over to the little man and tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned around and gave Jack a kind smile before an image of what Kristoff guessed was himself and a question mark appeared above the golden man's pointy hair.
Kristoff watched as Jack nodded along to the man's hand gestures and more images flashed above the golden man. Pushing himself to his feet Kristoff slowly walked over to them. Jack knit his brow upon seeing him.
"Oh right, may I introduce Mr. King, prince of Arendalle." Jack said, giving him a mock bow. The golden man elbowed Jack in the leg and gave him a disapproving look.
"And this is Sandy." Jack waved a hand at the golden man, a small smile forming on his face.
Sandy nodded confidently and gave a wave to Kristoff. Looking back to Jack he shook his head at Jack, silently smacking his lips in disapprovement.
"Some king, named Kristoff?" Jack explained, folding his arm over his chest, his staff slung over his shoulder as he glanced at Kristoff for confirmation.
"For the record I am only royalty through marriage…thank you…" Kristoff interjected quickly. He could feel his cheeks turning red slightly as the Winter spirit looked slightly surprised.
"I thought all royals did…marrying other royals?"
"No I don't even know who my parents are, certainly not royalty though, they took off when I was young." Jack's eyes widened in shock. Kristoff relished slightly at surprising the winter spirit.
"Oh." A tight silence filled the air before Jack cleared his throat. Kristoff jumped as a golden image appeared above Sandy's head. The small man was looking at Jack and the winter wielding spirit's face looked uncomfortable. Looking closer at the image Kristoff saw it was of a headstone.
A shiver of dread went down Kristoff's spine.
"What does that mean?" he asked, taking a step towards Jack. Snapping his gaze off the floating image Jack cleared his throat and stepped away.
"What-" Jack held up a hand cutting the king off though. For a moment Kristoff wondered if Jack would fly away, turning into nothing more than a spec in the sky. But after a second Jack spoke, the sand beneath his feet freezing to clumps.
"My sister…she-I want to pay respects." he finally said. "Or..I did…"
"You did?" Jack nodded.
"I..I thought maybe she was here but she's not so I'm gonna leave. I just came back to stop the nightmare I swear." Jack babbled. It appeared he had seen the gravity of the image as well.
Kristoff didn't speak.
"So I suppose you would like to get home before your wife is completely convinced I killed you," Jack suggested, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie nervously.
Kristoff nodded. "That would probably be best."
The second they landed back on that balcony Anna rushed over to Kristoff and threw herself around him.
"Well what do you know I didn't kill your husband." Jack muttered. Anna rolled her eyes and threw didn't answer instead opting to throw the snowglobe back at Jack. (who nearly toppled over headfirst over the railing in his attempt to catch it) With Gale catching him the second he began to fall Jack turned to the couple.
Anna looked like she was ready to fall asleep from relief and Kristoff was eyeing Jack warily.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I must go Mr. King…Redhead." Jack said bowing midair to the couple.
"If you keep calling me by some title I will tie you back up again." Kristoff threatened. Jack laughed at him but he didn't doubt it.
"Jack." the winter spirit turned stiffly at Kristoff's voice. Though his voice was pleasant enough Jack could sense the suspicion and slight fear radiating off him.
"Meet me here tomorrow." Jack was taken back by the request. Glancing at Anna, who offered no reassurance or answer, Jack nodded silently.
"Okay.." he nodded and cleared his throat. "Yeah." he said, forcing his voice to be more at ease. "Sure, see you tomorrow."
Kristoff turned and hurried inside Anna quickly following. In the dark Jack let out a humorless laugh. In his quest to leave he'd been invited to breakfast with some king. Of course there was always the option of leaving before morning came. Truthfully though Jack didn't feel like starting an anti Jack frost rumor in this kingdom by abandoning their king.
Tightening his grip on his staff Jack set off for the golden cloud in the distance, slowly fading into the horizon.