Initial note, this is made in modern time, therefore modern vocals and a few changes here and there. Starting this at T but if you all want can make this M or an alternate story under that rating. So two different versions. Lmk in the comments or message me what would interest you :)
Sam and Georgia(Capulet servants), Abram(Montague servant), Kristoff Montague, Hans Capulet, Lord and Lady Capulet, Lord and Lady Montague, Anna Montague
Well, Samuel Capulet, whom is not afraid to speak his mind, will always, ALWAYS find a way to express his spite towards the family of Montague. The topic will be brought up whether or not it is to be brought up. In his opinion, this is not much different from the way he assumes the Montagues speak of the Capulets. This may or not be true…
"I swear to you sister," he began, "I will not take their garbage."
"Sam of course not then we would be the garbagemen." The blonde woman twirled her hair into a messy bun, on days such as this one the heat didn't favor her.
Sam smiled at his sister's mocking tone, "What I mean Georgia, is if they make us angry we will, should fight them."
Georgia laughed while her brother kept missing the trashcan when he spat out his tobacco, "You need to keep yourself out of trouble. If you can manage that, we won't need to have a dispute with the Mont-"
"Stop, I fight good when I'm angry. Everyone knows this."
She rolled her eyes while pulling out a box of American Spirit and a lighter, "It's hard to make you angry, brother."
He grunted with frustration, "Those dogs from Montague make me angry."
"To run away, yes. But to fight, no." She snorted at his nonsense, not being able to laugh when she was lighting her smoke.
"I'm serious! If I see one on the street I will be on the side closest to the wall, freeze the gutter water making them slip on the floor and crack their heads open on the sidewalk."
"It is the weak ones who are always up against the wall." She corrected him after taking a deep inhale of her light.
"Oh I see. Well Georgie, the Montague boys will be in the gutter and the Montague ladies on the wall with my weapon cocked and loaded, if you know what I mean…" he winked.
Georgia stopped where she was and slapped him on the shoulder smiling, "You perv, rape is not taken very well." She stopped talking and flicked her cigarette on the floor, covering it in ice, when she heard a car drive up.
Sam stood up when he saw one of the Montague cars pull into the parking lot. "Sister, I have your back."
"Are you sure? I think you will turn your back on me and run. That's what you'll do. But I will just frown as they walk by, shit maybe pay no mind at all."
"As for me I will bite my thumb at them, it's an insult. So if they ignore it then they are a disgrace to their name." Sam bit his thumb, eye contact was made, a deep blue in comparison to the hazel of the other. Both of which had a fire with in them
The group of men came over, "Are you biting your thumb at us?"
"I am biting my thumb." Sam responded quickly but got a glare from his sister. His tactic seemed to have worked…
"At us?" One questioned, already knowing the answer.
He looked to Georgia and whispered not too quietly either. "Is the law on our side if I say yes?" She shook her head and Sam continued, "No I am not biting my thumb at you, but I am biting my thumb."
The man stood taller, "If you want a fight I'm your man. My employer is better than yours."
"Sure, they are."
One of the Montagues lunged forward.
Georgia stood up and made icicles grow from her hands, as usual cleaning up Sam's mess. "If you are a true man then you will fight but I think you should just leave."
The man made fire crawl up his arms, "I'm no coward, nor will I take his shit."
Without hesitation, the two Montagues and the three Capulets, began a brawl, ice and fire. Gifts the families have received are different from the people of Arendelle, who are no more than average. The arrogance of the two houses had, has been accepted by the Arendellians. The scent of burned flesh and warm mist from melted ice was everywhere at least three times a week. These "interactions" have happened in various locations throughout the city for decades. Fires would spread across the grass and concrete, ice coming up from the ground, rerouting trees and bushes. The havok has brought more people, the powerless but bold ones, to the fight.
A blonde man came from around a building and pulled his gun out. "Break it up, men- and woman." Acknowledging Georgia, "You don't know what you are doing. Abram come-."
He felt a cool barrel on the side of his head, "Kristoff why are you fighting with these servants? Turn around and look who was going to kill you."
Kristoff turned around to figure out the voice and knocked the gun out of his opponent's hand, "Hans. I drew my weapon to break up the fight, not to join it. Either you drop yours or help me stop this fight."
Hans Capulet picked up his weapon off the floor, "You draw your gun and expect peace? Ugh. I hate the word like I hate hell and all Montague's!"
"Well come on then show me your ice Capulet." Kristoff beckoned.
Hans chuckled, "Show me your fire Montague."
"We both know we can't do that, so-" Kristoff landed a punch to Hans' gut, poor Kristoff was an exception to the Montagues, he made up for his lack of gift in brute strength.
Hans was also an exception to the Capulets. He recovered quickly and counteracted with an uppercut, busting Kristoff's lip. Smiling at his success he prepared to land another, but they had to dodge a flame that came at them.
Kristoff felt the heat graze his face in slow motion, but being used to it, he used it as an advantage to punch Hans on the bridge of his nose, making a cracking noise before he was howling. Hans wiped the blood on his face to roundhouse kick Kristoff's ribcage.
"What is this!?" Lord Capulet shouted and he made a sword out of ice.
Lady Capulet looked at him, "You need a cane not a sword!"
Not long after, Lady and Lord Montague entered and witnessed the scene, both had fire in their hands.
"I need my sword, look he's taunting me. Juggling fireballs!" Capulet shouted in hatred. "A family of grown ass children."
"Capulet you villain," Lord Montague called, Lady Montague held him back. "Let me go!"
Lady Montague, took his hand and brought him close, "Do not go to the enemy. It will make us look like we have started this fight today."
"Enough!" The brawl stopped when the sheriff spoke, "You people enjoy Arendelle flowing with each other's blood on the streets! Listen to me, three times this week, I had to clean these roads because of simple words! Leave or I will put you in a cell!"
As little that Paris Weselton had to offer, his family has gained respect. The family have settled many of the Montague and Capulet indifferences. With that, neither family wanted to see themselves disgraced with being locked up, they did as was told and left only the Capulets and Kristoff.
"Kristoff, what happened? Where were you here when It began?
"Well its no surprise the Montagues fell to that Capulet's game," he spat after saying the name of Capulet. "They began a brawl, but when I got there I tried to break it up, of course I can't do much-"
"Oh stop that my boy! You make this family proud. But may I ask have you seen Anna?"
"Um no sir but-"
"Oh thank goodness she wasn't here." Lady Montague placed a delicate hand over her heart and sighed with relief.
Kristoff continued to speak, "I saw her in the woods early this morning, I tried to approach but she ran deeper."
The old man shook his head sadly, "She's been crying in her room and stayed in the dark for the past week."
"Uncle, do you know the cause?"
Lord Montague sighed, "Unfortunately not." Lady Montague had a inkling of her daughters situation and where she might have run off to. She would rather not speak of Anna's preferences, since it would only cause the old man to have a heart attack. Both families departed with no more words to be said.
Just as the Montagues departed, Kristoff saw Anna as she neared the edge of the woods unaware of her surroundings. "Oh I see her, I will get the answer for you. Either she tells me or I will keep getting rejected!" Kristoff cheerfully and determinedly stated.
"Thank you my boy." The Montague's quickly turned and went home, while Kristoff went off to find his cousin.
"Ah good morning, Anna." He walked over to meet his cousin walking from the woods tripping over almost everything in the way.
"What time is it?" She groaned.
The man checked his watch, "Just turned nine."
Anna groggily placed a hand on her face, "Oh Kristoff. Time is cruel when you are depressed."
"Don't tell me its-"
"Yes it is. She doesn't love me in return." Anna looked around, saw scorch marks, frost patches, blood, and a gun. "I believe that is yours."She gestured with her head at the gun. "What happened here this morning while I mourned?"
Kristoff looked at his weapon, spat on it to remove any dirt, "Well the usual, simple words turned into a big fight, and I tried to break it up. I still tried even though I'm not gifted."
"Really? That is what makes you special!"
Kristoff sighed, "I don't need your pity. I'm not as useful in these fights, you, Olaf, and basically everyone else in the family has fire in their hands except me. All I do is get in the way."
Anna moved closer and took his gun into her hand, "Look here. This is a Montague gun. Only a true Montague would be proud to hold this. Are you a Montague?" He stood prouder and nodded, "See you are just as Montague as I am. We share the same blood, cousin. Let's look at Hans he doesn't have any ice-" She was cut off by Kristoff's words
"Oh I almost forgot about him! Well when I was about to try and break the fight up, he walks in and placed the barrel of his gun right here," he points to his temple. "I was quick enough to move it and knock it to the floor. He did the same to me when I drew mine and we exchanged blows. More people began to join the fight but then your parents and the sheriff came, so the fight was ceased." Kristoff shook his head, he has always been a empath, he felt her despair. "So the reason your being such a recluse is because of love?"
"Are you laughing at me? Is it because I'm a young, foolish lesbian?" She felt the fire building within her but with her sadness it disspiated.
"No of course not I'm crying. I'm crying because you're sad and it makes me sad."
Anna closed her eyes unsure if she should believe her overly sentimental cousin, "Love does that to you. I'm sad already, yet you want to add more to my heavy heart? Goodbye Kristoff."
"Don't go. Let me go with you. You left me on a cliffhanger, it's not right to do that to people. Who is she?" He held his hand out to stop her.
"Anna isn't here. This isn't Anna," she flared her arms out. "Anna is somewhere else."
"Oh stop that nonsense! It's Rosaline, isn't it?" Anna nodded, felt the heat at her fingertips ready to burn something, "Forget about her. Let's go look at other pretty faces."
Anna felt the fire up to its limits and made it into a fireball and threw it to the side of a building wall, making the alarm go off. "It will only make it worse! I need to go. You can't help me forget."
Kristoff stood still dumbfounded. He spoke quietly enough to give himself a mental note, "I will help you forget, I will die if I don't." He smiled proudly when Anna nodded her head, "Okay well when was the last time you ate? You look awful."
Anna stopped walking and thought about it, "I'm not sure, but I'm not-" She was picked up by her waist, forcing her to stare at the gum covered sidewalk, "Let me down Kris!"
"We are getting something to eat. I'm hungry and I know damn well you are, I can hear your stomach gurgling."
"Pht whatever. Sandwiches… if we are getting anything, it will be a sandwich."