Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons

Chapter One

A/N Lets just pretend Rapunzel never met Flynn Rider, shall we? That'll make everything a bit less confusing.

Rapunzel.

I woke up to the faint sound of crying. Crying? No one could be crying here. Mother had left to get me new paints for my birthday, and no one knew where my tower was. So who was crying? Picking up my frying pan, I tiptoed downstairs, making sure not to trip on my hair.

It was coming from the windowsill. Odd...

Opening the door to my window, I saw a boy that looked about my age curled up into a ball, crying quietly with his hands wound round a wooden staff. His feet were bare - much like my own - and he has a mop of silver hair. Looking up, he stared at me, and I stared back at him, studying his facial features. There was a real hopelessness in his eyes, mixed with anger and regret.

Nervous I asked him " What are you doing there?"

He jumped, a look of astonishment in his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed, and he crawled towards me, much like a curious animal.

"You can see me?" He whispered, his voice disbelieving.

"Course I can see you, silly. Now come inside, you'll get really cold, and don't try anything funny, I've got a frying pan."

The astonishment faded from his eyes, and a small smirk flashed across his face.

"A frying pan, eh?"

"Yeah! It's very dangerous, so get in!"

"What if I don't want to come in?"

"Then I'll leave you outside in the cold until morning." I crossed my arms, giving him a cold glare that I had been practicing in the mirror.

"Fine." He said, turning his head to gaze at the stars.

"Fine." I blurted before turning on my heel and slamming the doors shut.

What was I doing? Who was he? How did he get there? Why was he crying?

Questions flew into my head and I dashed upstairs, back into bed, deciding to sleep on it.

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The next morning, as soon as I got up, I grabbed my frying pan and ran upstairs eager to see if the boy was still there. He might have been a dream, my mind keeps telling me, but I opened the door, determined to prove myself wrong.

However, when I opened the door, the thing I saw was the least thing I expected. In place of the boy was a cocoon of ice, just sitting there, not melting in the warm summer sun.

Hesitantly, I raised my arm and struck the ice. Instantly, the ice retracted and an icy wind blew me back from the window onto the floor. The boy from last night charged at me, his staff pointed at my chest. He pressed the staff to my heart and my breath quickened. A look of recognition appeared on his face, and he stood back, his hand still clenched around his staff. He held out his other hand, but pulled it back, an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Sorry." he mumbled looking down at the floor.

"Why did you do that?!" I yelled.

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE HIT THE ICE THEN" he roared, stepping forward. I backed away, frightened. His expression turned soft and he stepped back also.

"I'm sorry" he breathed. "It's been a long time"

"A long time since what?"

"Since I last talked to someone."

An uncomfortable silence fell between us.

"So you control the ice?" I asked, cringing at our awkwardness.

"Oh, I don't control it, oh no" He replied, pacing in a circle around me. Steps of ice floating in the air appeared as he walked, and he walked in a spiral towards the roof as he talked.

"I understand the ice; the ice understands me. I have the power to talk to it, and it does what I tell it to. When I'm sleeping, the ice protects me. The ice is my friend, one of my only friends."

"What, you don't have any other friends?"

The steps of ice shattered and he fell, stopping a foot away from the floor as he gazed at me.

"I've never had any friends in all my life." he whispered before turning away.

"I'll be your friend." I blurted out. Curse my bigmouth.

He grinned, a wide grin that spread from ear to ear. It was lopsided, and looked a little tense, as if it had been a long time since he had smiled.

"I'd like that." he answered. "I guess I'll be coming back soon then."

"What's your name?" I asked, upon realising he hadn't told me.

His mood suddenly darkened. He stepped forward, looking at me with glint in his eye.

"I'm Jack Frost" He said, before running to the window and jumping out.

"JACK" I screamed, running to the ledge. I looked down, expecting to see a still body on the ground. But instead I saw a bright figure soar into the clouds and grinned.