(Elsa's POV)
I bolt awake to the ground trembling!
"Jack!" I gasp.
He was also awake. He grabbed my hand. "What's happening?" He wonders out loud as we rush out of our tent.
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The ground continues to shake.
"Maybe another forest spirit." I suggest.
Jack looks around and notices some bushes shaking.
He slashes them apart and reveals a group of people hiding!
The gasp in shock and fear.
"Lower your weapon." A young woman ordered, holding a spear.
Jack inclined an eyebrow at the threat. The spear was pretty blunt.
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Behind her were others also with spears and families!
It seems we've stumbled upon a tribe.
"Who are you?" An elderly woman marches forward. It seems the quaking's stopped.
She frowns at us.
"I'm Elsa, this is Jack." I introduce.
"Your clothing indicate you come from Arendelle." The lady accused. The tribe gasped and backed away. "Arendelle's not welcome here!"
Some villagers approached threateningly.
Jack and I freeze their path causing them to slip.
Everyone gasped again.
"Where did you learn magic?" The elderly lady asked suprised at what she saw.
"We were born with it, Lady." Jack says impatiently.
"We are looking for Mother Earth."
The lady raised an eyebrow.
"My name is Yelena, the leader of my Tribe Northuldra. I am Mother Earth."
"Wow." Jack said. "So you're my grandma."
"Excuse me!?" Yelena turned to Jack in shock and almost offended.
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Frozen Solitude
FanfictionJackson Overland Pitchiner, popularly called Jack Frost, is the son of The Nightmare King. He was born on the Isle of the Lost. Unlike most teens on the Isle, he's a loner. He may socialize and occasionally join in some fun, but he's not a gang jo...
