{The Man on the Moon}
Jack heaved out a sigh of relief as he took a step on land, the soft grass felt soothing under his shoes. He looked around his home town and raised an eyebrow in confusion, it seemed different than the last time he had seen it.
How long had he been asleep?
Just as he thought of this a young girl bumped against his chest and stumbled to the ground her brunette hair spilling over her heart shaped face. She stood up abruptly and apologized running her hands through her mass of long hair.
“I am so sorry, if I had only been paying attention to my surroundings,” she spoke in a fast manner her doe eyes looking behind him. He blinked in response having no words as he analyzed the girl in front of him.
Her eyes widened when their gazes met each other and after a minute shook her head, “Impossible,” she mumbled lowly.
“Anyways pardon me for my clumsiness,” she grabbed her basket of fruit and walked around him. That is until Jack suddenly grabbed her arm and stopped her in her place.
“May I ask what your name is?” His heart was booming inside of his chest, fear washing over him with questions. She looked uncertain of answering but after a hesitant time she replied, “Emma Overland.”
He felt his hand become rigid and he let go in an instant as if her arm was on fire, his breathing lacked. “No…it can’t be…” he was puzzled by the girl standing before him, her brown eyes questioning him.
“Who are you?” She narrowed her eyes at his face, but he put a hand up to his left cheek and turned away from her gaze. Emma was her name, he could not believe it. The sheer resemblance to his dear sister, and the same name he couldn’t take it.
He ran his feet carrying him through the crowded town all clattering around stands with food and clothing. Just as he turned the corner he saw her, the unmistakable sapphire blue eyes twinkling as she held a book up to her face.
Elisa stood with her long golden hair falling in waves on her back, a young man by her side, both were smiling joyfully as they bought a basket of apples. She wasn’t glowing in her youthful appearance; no…she looked more like a woman.
Jack turned away and once again ran as if an ox was at his heel, his heart thumping madly. He stopped in the middle of the woods, his fists at his sides as he tried to put everything together.
Everyone had changed in the amount of time it took him to get here, as if the year had made them older. He felt his legs give under him and through the bitter night he lay in the same position with mixed feelings drifting in his head.
As if someone had spoken to him he gazed up at the moon, glowing in all its glory and listened with an understanding expression. It offered him answers if he was ready for a challenge.
“Am I going mad? To speak with a moon must mean I have lost my marbles, what other explanation could I have?” He said out loud with a shaking notion of his head. “Can I really go back to the way it was if I find this girl?”
As if expecting an answer from the moon he waited and then nodded in understanding. “I really must be mad, this is just a bad dream,” he shook his head and stood up.
“No you must listen!” Jack jumped in surprise and looked around for the owner of the high pitched voice that startled him.
“Who goes there?” He questioned as he took a step back and took in every detail. Then there in the far corner he saw the faint glow of blue, it seemed to appear closer by the second and his eyes widened when it paused in front of his face. “Huh?”
“The Guardian of Dreams has called upon you to relinquish your thirst by completing the challenge! You must accept and comply to his wishes, for the man on the moon is powerful! He has never been so kind to a boy as yourself!” The tiny fairy spouted with furrowed eyebrows. Her small wings fluttered every millisecond creating blue dust as she floated at his eye level. She was the size of his finger with snow white hair and blue azure eyes.
Jack stared at the little girl then brought a hand up to his cheek to pinch it, when the pain registered he let go. “I guess I’m not dreaming,” he muttered dejectedly.
“Of course not, mortal! You are awake and as human as ever!” She grumbled with irritation, her pale face fuming in anger.
“I guess I’m just crazy,” he finished in disappointment as he sat down on the floor and sighed in sadness. “I’m going to die an old man, being crazy and all,” he chuckeld lowly his finger playing with the rough dirt.
“No you will not! As the Guardian of Winter you shall stand with pride and make the Guardian of Dreams happy!” She pinched his ears, her nails digging into his skin. Jack ignored her but after a while she became too annoying.
“Will you quit it?!” He yelled and was surprised to be hit by a snowball…in the middle of June. “What in the name of…” he trailed off when he saw her hands toss more balls of snow toward his direction.
“You will go back to your usual self! Jack Frost!” At her words he felt a prick in his mind, like a burn form and he staggered forward with an enormous headache. Flashbacks of a small girl with platinum gold hair hit him and he wondered who she was, her smiling face overpowered his mind.
“Jack Frost you jerk!”
Her voice rang in his head, but he did not know who she was. Or why she made his heart beat so madly just by her voice…who was this mysterious girl and what relation did she have with him…?
He stumbled back against the tree trunk and looked at the ground, new questions arose and he wanted answers. But why did he get the feeling that this was déjà vu all over again?
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“Don’t worry, I will always be by your side,” Elsa shook her head at the words that haunted her and walked to her window. The evening today was clouded by dark clouds and she was left alone in this castle to await the return of her parents.
Months before they had told her they would leave for business, yet her parents had not arrived. Fear bit at her skin and she pondered as she paced back to her mirror where she stared at her reflection.
Her hair was tied back in a bun, and her eyes shone with the very fear at her heel nibbling at her emotions. She was frightened more than ever at the powerful ability she was cursed with.
Perhaps when she was a child and had…him…by her side she was calm and happy, but at his disappearance she had lost all that control. Now her powers were more out of control and she wanted nothing more than a secluded area to vent out her frustration.
“Why do you torture me so?” Elsa tightened her hands into fists and sat at her chair, her fingers brushing over her pale skin. She wished to go outside, but the other side of her told her of the dangerous outcomes.
“Jack Frost…you jerk,” she could no longer feel the tears spill from her eyes. No instead only pain struck her just as lighting slashed against the clouded sky.
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Frozen Heart {Jack Frost & Elsa}
Fanfiction❝A winter spirit and a princess form a bond that lasts until the end of time.❞ Elsa has shut everyone out and has closed her heart from the people she loves the most; frightened that she may injure them like she did Anna. But she isn't the only one...
