Ice Beach: A Disney/Dreamwork crossover

Chapter 1: The Carribean and The North Pole.

Oh, The Carribean beach, the lingering smell of cocktails, surfboards and half-used sun cream bottles. This was a place of paradise, a place of fun and games and a place of golden sunsets. The Carribean Beach is where I live, I'm quite a tropical person, but my heart belongs to the North Pole and especially the Snow. The name's Elsa North. I'm a very timid person when it comes to social interactions, I don't do well with crowds and parties so I stay put on cross-stitched wooden tables decorated with tropical leaves in a small corner called 'socially problematic'. I guess I was just another nerdy girl that would never fit in with the modern crowd, I prefered to stay in my own little fantasy world. Technically speaking, I DO stay in my fantasy world. I have friends on the other side.

Well... I used to. Everyone misunderstands me now. My only friend is reality and... Him. But that doesn't matter for now. It will all become clear and of how I had met 'him'. He was called 'Jack Frosten', he had a funny name. I could recall giving a light giggle the first time I'd heard him say his name. Before I met Jack, I had no company, now all the company I have was him. Our first eye contact was a little weird, we were on the icy ground, shocked by our impact. We had collided into an ice rink performance. It was an early December in the Carribean and I had gone and visited the local ice rink up town, for the first time, I had never been so desperate to go on ice, it felt like a new hunger and thirst for me, I HAD to go in the ice rink, just this once.

Something weird was going on with me at that time, it was like craving ice. I dugged my way through the crowd of people and slipped on my old ice skates. I used to skate but for some reason I stopped, but now, something was urging me to go. Call it Faith or Desntiny, but whatevers going on with me, I couldn't put myself to decide wether to like this new feeling or not. It was either something bad was going to happen or a good thing, but who knows? Something good should happen for once? Its about time it did too. I slowly approached the ice rink and stared at the vass distance of ice, ready for me to go and skate on. I stepped onto the ice steadily, I balanced myself, pushed myself away from the railings and forced my right leg forward, then my left leg then my right, then left, right, left, until I was speeding my way to the middle of the ice rink. The pinch of cold breeze rushed by my face and I had never felt so good in my life.

More people had joined me in the ice rink. I didn't like the idea of it, so I ended up putting on a little show. I began spinning and twirling gracefully on one place, my arm was reaching out making a straight line, my left leg was up as I lifted it with my left arm, spewing small chunks of ice beneath my blades. People had caught my big display and had cheered me on to do more tricks, but I suddenly gave up since I hadn't got used to it quite yet, not in a long time, I was already out of breath. I skated my way through the figures and was close to collapsing, I went and leant on the railings. Something was bothering me. Deep within me, my conscience was asking me, 'What the heck are you doing this for?' Or, 'And the point of all this is?...'. I thought to myself, as I weaved my finger nails through my blonde strands of hair, What was I doing? Something had brought me here. Something was luring me in. I was on the edge of finding out the meaning behind all this. Eventually, the cloud of thoughts had flown away and I had fully restored strength, I made my way through the ice. For the first time ever, I had noticed my blonde braids, my ivory soft skin and my long brown lashes; my complexions fitted into a snow scenery.

As I skated, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was someone I had seen before. The images in my head began puzzling the pieces of the portrait of Him. His... Eyes... Were sharp as ice. The pointed edges of his frosted looking hair mirrored icicles hanging from a dark frozen cave. Every movement was capturing; he glided through the thin breeze of air and made a jump with a pirrouette finish. I skated a little faster and tried over powering his moves; this was going to be a mini battle on ice between me and him. I glared at the DJ, who was far over the bleachers, my glare he had indicated meant that it was time to play music for my little performance. Soft twinkling Mozart-like music began playing and I had posed for the beginning. My arms fluttered daintily in the cold air and I began with my left and my right leg, both determined to be fierce but gently slicing through the ice. Everybody had stopped to see my show and had moved back towards the railings for some space. When everyone spaced out, HE was the only who didn't back away, I was suprised he accepted my challenge; because now, he ain't gonna win it either.