Chapter 1(Edited)

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Chapter 1

Elsa POV

"BRINGGGGGG! BRINGGGGGG!"

I reach over and slam my hand onto my alarm clock, waking up with a groan and sleepily looking around. Anna's asleep at my feet, Mulan by the door and Rapunzel is also on the floor, wrapped up in a tangle of blonde. Belle's already awake and reading a book, leaning against the wall. I grin at her and she smiles back and points at the cover. I nod. The cover reads 'Mini Weapons of Mass Destruction'. I get the message easily enough. We tiptoe out of my room, and into the bathroom adjoining it. We fill a few buckets with water. Don't ask why they are in my room, they just are. We go back in and freeze, as Mulan's awake. She grins, and gestures to Anna and Rapunzel with open arms. I go over to Anna while Belle goes to Rapunzel. I hold up three fingers and count down, and then we dump the water.

"AGGHHHHHHH!" Both scream, Rapunzel shooting up before falling down(her feet are tangled up in her hair), and Anna just rolling onto the floor. Belle, Mulan and I burst out laughing before running.

Anna starts to chase after us, but Rapunzel could barely see out of her tangle of hair, much less get up, so she couldn't exactly follow. We all laughed, running about the house at dawn.

It takes close to an hour to calm Anna down, and even longer to untangle and braid Rapunzel's hair, which is ten feet long. It's not like she can cut it, though. Well, I guess she could but she prefers not to and just deal with it all. At last, we go into the kitchen and eat, jabbering about nothing in particular.

Jack POV

It's dawn and my brothers and I creep towards Arendelle and Co.. Shang and Flynn stay behind, hiding in the shadows to act as backup. Adam, Kristoff and I head into the building silently. We need help, and I know, no matter how much I hate it, that they're the only ones that can help us.

We creep down the hall, I grip my staff, on guard. We make it into the main office, Arendelle's. I have no idea what any of their first names are, but they are all here. I'm sure of it.

Adam listens at the door before nodding and I freeze the lock slowly, until the door pops open. We walk into the middle of their meeting.

"... Belle doesn't know." An older man with a slight french accent is saying, twisting his hat in his hands. I think that it's Lafayette. The Arendelle's nod.

"None of our children do. It must stay that way. The I5 and H7 are almost complete, you only need to work out the last kinks in the H7 and we will be able to-" The man says, his wife beginning to nod in agreement with her husband, before stopping short as her ice blue eyes noticed us. She held up a hand, silencing him.

"Brothers Moon." She says cooly, eyes shooting to our masks. We created them, they look sort of like ski masks. They're covered in designs and characters, "Where are your other brothers?"

"You don't need to know," I say, voice strong but I'm scared to death. I think to myself, make it a game, after all; this is just an... extension of what you do for fun. Just... a whole lot more serious, "We need your help."

"Our help? After what you've done? And what you've almost done? Our chil-" the old french man fell silent at a glance from the Clarensteins.

Kristoff kicked me in the leg and I skimmed the room. An Asian man had come in. I dunno where from, or when, but we aren't sticking around to find out. I spot a window, and kick both Kristoff and Adam. They nod.

"Please." I say, one last try. Let's see if these people have any obvious humanity. The Arendelle's both smirk, and I run at the window. A few of them cry out as I leap out, Adam and Kristoff behind me. I brandish my staff, ice and snow blooming to cushion our falls. I groan a bit at the hit that my arm takes, but roll to my feet. We take off running, until they both grab onto my hands and I take off. I fly low enough for Flynn and Shang to grab on. I've practiced enough so that I won't get us killed to fast, but they all weigh a ton, so it's not the easiest flight ever. I fly close to the ground, skimming it as we fly around trees until we get to the house where I drop them all before landing myself.

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