Cold Against Dark (a Jelsa Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Jack flew in the darkness in the wind, having no idea where he was headed.

His emotions were torn between hurt and confusion - a sense of right and revenge. He hadn't meant the words he had said but Elsa had thrown some insults at him that he just wasn't ready to hear.

The boy couldn't place what the feeling was. He was angry but at the same time, he knew he had to continue protecting Elsa. Jack had to stop her becoming a threat to Arendelle and its people. He had to protect her from the fear that she had.

A girl as sweet as Elsa, he thought, deserved to be kept sweet and not consumed by powers she had no control over.

He flew aimlessly until he came across a village a long way from Arendelle and a long way from Elsa and Anna and the Kingdom of Arendelle.

Jack sat on a wall, watching the children run and jump and play as dusk began to arrive like a blanket of darkness on their playtime.

The children's mother rushed them indoors, mumbling things and Jack heard one. "Come on, we don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose"

"Jack Frost?" The child remarked, the look on his face showing he had no idea who his mother was talking about.

The mother chuckled slightly, "Don't worry honey, it's just an expression"

Jacks face dropped and he scoffed, "expression? Do I look like just and expression to you lady?"

Jumping off the wall, he made his way down a nearby alley way. He had so much to think through, so much planning to do in his head but he couldn't think straight, his head was clouded by thoughts of Pitch and all the torment they both inflected on Elsa when she was younger.

He grunted and his kicked the wall in frustration. For once in his life he had no plan, no idea on what to do or how to fix it. No idea how to protect the girl from herself.

"Jack Frost..." A voice emerged from the dark, making Jack stop in his tracks.

He turned around to see a shadowy figure, leaning against a wall. "Long time mate, blizzard of '68 I believe?"

Jack knew that voice. He stared in surprise as the figure emerged from the darkness - Bunnymund.

A smile spread across Jack's face, letting out a little laugh, "Bunny," he said, leaning on his staff, "you're still not mad about that are you?"

Bunnymund nodded. Jack had ruined his Easter planning with one of his unexpected snow days and he would probably never let that go.

"I need you to come with me" the rabbit said.

Jack too a step away from him.

"No, I'm not going anywhere with you" he scowled. Jack didn't like Bunny and Bunny didn't like Jack – they had a mutual dislike for each other and that's how Jack wanted it to stay.

Bunnymund just shrugged, "fine you leave me no choice," he tapped his foot. Jacks gaze shifted from Bunny, to the hole that appeared in an instant beneath his feet. He had no chance to get away and so he fell down the hole with a loud yell.

As he continued to fall, he heard Bunnymund apologise, but that didn't matter, Jack was going to kill him when he got out at the other end of this tunnel- wherever that might be.

When he did finally stop falling, he climbed out the other end.

Nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting there in front of him.

There, in a defensive stance, stood North - aka Santa Claus. He had two tattoos on his arm, one for the naughty list and one for the nice list. A jolly smile was plastered on his face but the way he was standing, and his muscular build made him appear terrifying.

Next to him hovered a fairy - Tooth, or better known as the Tooth Fairy. She had a few small fairies fluttering around her and she was talking at a mile a minute about lateral incisors and things Jack didn't understand. She was really pretty, her body covered in beautiful feathers and Jack noted that her wings sparkling as the caught the light.

At Norths feet, a small yellow figure stood, with his head to one side, asleep. This was Sandy, or the Sandman - the good dream bringer. His sandy hair was swept back out of his face and he stayed silent as he couldn't speak.

Bunnymund was there also and Jack glared at him. He was stood against the book shelf, dusting of his boomerang. Bunnymund was the Easter bunny, but he was far from what you see the Easter bunny as. He wasn't not cute or cuddly, he was big and loud and well built - more like a super rabbit than an egg deliverer.

Jack stood up and looked at them each in turn, skimming from one to the next. He felt like his mind was about to explode.

They were the Guardians.

"Would someone care to tell me where I am and why I'm here?" Jack asked, looking at North.

"You," he said, pointing his big finger at Jack, "Jack Frost, are at North Pole." His Russian accent was thicker than Jack remembered it. The last time he had seen these four was when he faced them with Pitch.

"Why? Why am I in the North Pole?" Jack wanted answers as to why he'd been shoved into a tunnel and brought here against his will.

"One reason and one reason only," Bunnymund said. He had an Australian accent that was clearly present as he spoke, "Elsa."