Jack Frost: -Died about a couple hours ago -Sarcasm is his only defense -Socially awkward Elsa: -Has a royal problem consisting of the need to get married -Has nightmares that come true -Doesn't even know what sarcasm is When Jack Meets Elsa: -Everything changes Predicament after predicament falls onto Jelsa as Pitch returns and Jack struggles with losing his power. Will they get through it together? Or will something greater happen that is beyond any help?

A new guardian is chosen. But why was she chosen? Was it because she is the daughter of the Moon. What other dark secrets does she hold? The Big 4 - Jack Frost, Hiccup, Merida, Rapunzel - are determined to find out. Why does Jack find her so familiar? Will Elsa find her true love, or will she be rejected because of her family? Jelsa. Featuring Zodiac Signs too. #AstrologyObsessed Also on fanfiction.net

Elsa Arens and her family move to Canterlot. There, Elsa and her sister Anna Arens, attend at their new school, Canterlot High. It is there where they meet a popular group who call themselves The Big Four. Elsa and Anna become friends with The Big Four. However, Elsa finds it difficult to get along with her new friends as she hides a huge secret, she has ice powers! Little do Elsa and Anna know, The Big Four hide a secret of their very own.... ~This book is completed. ~ Check out the sequels: Jelsa/The Big Six in College (Book 2) Jelsa/The Big Six in Parenthood (Book 3) More books by jelsalover14: {Jelsa} The Dare That Became A Reality The Gateway That Led To You Ask Me! Jack Kline (Supernatural) Imagine

The temperature dropped, and, shivering, Story stood and turned slowly around. A massive polar bear towered over her, his mouth twisted into an animalistic grin. “You’re sick, Geamhradann.” “I’m so glad you remember me.” The Winter King sat down on his haunches and licked one of his dinner plate sized paws clean of drying silver blood. “And I’m feeling quite well, thank you very much.” Story rubbed her hands over her arms against the freezing wind. She couldn’t feel her feet any longer, and though her head told her to run, she knew it was no good. Geamhradann would catch her as soon as she moved. She looked around for a weapon, a rock, a chunk of ice, anything to throw at him to force him to break his concentration and therefore loosen his hold on her in the dreamscape, so she could wake up. “You should know better, half-blood. You can’t hurt me here.” Story must face an evil greater than any she’s encountered before. As darkness looms over Ailionora, Story, her companions, and all of the races of Ailionora band together to fight for their very survival. “Spendlove acknowledges authors Michael Stackpole and Aaron Allston in her book. Her writing style mirrors the easy readability of those two master wordsmiths, where the words flow and the characters don’t make you stop and wonder why they are doing something. The tale just feels believable and the characters relatable.” -Tricia Barr, FANgirl Blog

“Spring has something of mine; he knows what it is.” She smiled coldly. “I need you to bring it to me.” “And why would I do that?” Story folded her arms over her chest. A branch from the sidhe’s hair glided out in front of her, bearing a single, small acorn. “Because I poisoned Eírnin.” One of the tattoos on her shoulder coalesced into a live oak leaf, and she plucked it before standing up and holding it out toward Story. “And if you want the antidote, you will bring me what I seek.” Story lunged for the leaf, but the Autumn Princess was too quick and crushed it in her hand. “You have until winter’s first frost reaches him. Then, he dies.” Without waiting for a response, Metirreonn disappeared in a scattering of red-gold leaves and sparks. * * * * * Six months after arriving in the world of Ailionora, Story finds herself once again on a quest; only this time it is not to save a dying race but the life of the elf she loves. Along the way, she must face the consequences of her previous choices and battle with enemies both old and new while she races against time. “Engagingly demonstrates that readers of all ages can get drawn into a world of magic and adventure.” — Karen Lyon, The Hill Rag

“Are you alright?" The corner of Eirnin’s mouth quirked up with a hint of a smile, probably remembering her reaction when he’d asked her that a moment ago. Story smiled sheepishly back up at him. "I'm fine. I think I just stepped on a rock and cut my foot. If I ever find out who took my shoes, I'll kill them." He lowered himself to one knee and bent over to pick up her injured foot. "I'd be willing to bet it was one of the fey. They're very territorial by nature and often take things that are left lying—” His voice cut off abruptly, and he stiffened before jerking to his feet and backing away from her as if she had a contagious disease. He stopped only when his back hit a tree. Eirnin of the Eáchan clan’s silver eyes—now with hints of bright yellow to them—widened in astonishment, and he stared, transfixed, at the red blood dripping from her foot. "What are you?"