Where Do We Go From Here

Winter Prince pt 1

Where Do We Go From Here||An Invitation Leads to Home

Chapter Summary: An invitation arrives at a Guardian meeting and Jack gets dragged home. Part 1 of the Winter Prince arc. Contains whatever parts of the book-canon I know and feel like using.

Chapter Rating: K+? just because it's the average rating and every chapter tends to have a minor cuss in it.

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Disclaimer: You guys know I don't own RotG, but did you know I don't own Winter Prince? It's the work of the-guardian-of-fun on tumblr, who is the first one to come up with the idea. If you trace it back, it all stems from them. I just used the image as inspiration, Google "Winter Prince Jack Frost" and look for one on him lounging on a throne, or that style, or search for them on tumblr. There's a slashpairing between him and Jokul too, but that's just headcanon or something. WORD VOMIT.

And I don't own any of the songs I used in part.

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Jack tipped his chair back on two legs. "Noooorth," he whined. "Is the meeting over yet?"

North, sitting tall and proper with his hands on the table in front of him, looked at the boy disapprovingly. "No, Jack, we still have things to discuss." He went back to his conversation with Aster.

Jack groaned dramatically and let his chair go back down on four legs with an obnoxious thud. He folded his arms behind his head and propped his feet up on the table, shifting often and basically just trying to get the meeting to stop or someone to pay attention to him. "La-da-dee-da, da-dee-da-da-dum-da-dee-dum-da-dee-dum," he sang, loud and off-key, not even sure of what song it was or what the rest of the words were but absolutely positive that was how the first line went. "La-da-dee-da, da-dee-da-da-dum-da-dee-dum-da-dee-dum." Then he transitioned into another random song a few kids had been singing as they exited a movie theater. "And I can't, wait to see, what my buddies all think of me, just imagine how much cooler I'll be, in summer!" His voice crescendo-ed, making elves cover their large ears and cringe, distinctly remembering there was more but he swapped songs again, quickly bored as he leaned his chair back again. "I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes, listen as the crowd would sing, now the old king is dead, long live the king. One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me, and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand." He loved Coldplay, especially that song, but he forgot the remaining words and moved on. "I'm feelin' like I keep on talking, I'm repeating, myself my words lost all meaning I keep talking I repeat myse-e-e-e-elf." That was the only Downtown Fiction song he liked, it was the only good one. Fall Out Boy scrolled through his head. "Are all the good times getting gone? They come and go and go and come and go, oh yeah I've got a lot of friends who are stars, but some are just black holes," He decided to finish with some All Time Low. He knew Aster hated it, so he belted it out at the top of his lung in his cracking voice, bothered that no one had reacted to his singing yet. "Long live, the reckless and the brave, I don't think I wanna be saved, my song has not been sung, so long live us!"

"Your song has been sung, now shut up!" Aster roared, standing and planting his forepaws on the table. Jack jumped and fell out of his seat, chair falling backwards with a bang.

"Whoa there, kangaroo," Jack chuckled through a wince as he felt along the back of his head for a bump. "I didn't realize my singing was that bad."