This is my second Jelsa AU. Read it, review it, and tell me what you people think. This is just here for people to enjoy. Enjoy! :)

NOTE: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen! Both movies go to their respective company creators.

Chapter 1: Jack

His alarm clock goes off. It's says 5:55 am. He gets up slowly, tired. Walks over to his bathroom to take a shower, brushed his teeth, and put deodorant on. He puts on blue sweat pants, a white t-shit and a blue hoodie. He slips on blue sneakers and ties them real good and hard. Blue is obviously his favorite color. As well as white, because his hair is completely white, like snow.

He walks outside of his little cozy house and starts jogging out into the neighborhood. He jogs along a nice little park. Nice green grass, a beautiful lake, and so many sturdy green trees. He stops and throws jabs left and right. If anyone could tell he's a boxer. He kept this up for about a few more miles then started back home.

It's 6:32 am. He walks inside his house and goes to the kitchen. Making himself some toast and eggs with a cup of OJ as well. He does this every morning. He wakes up, cleans up, gets dressed, goes jogging, and then eats breakfast. But he also looks depressed, angry, and defeated. Why? When he finishes breakfast he walks over to his room and changes cloths. Blue jeans, black t-shirt, and a blue leather jacket, with black sneakers. He grabs his bag and heads towards the door. He stops and turns to his dresser. A picture of him, only different. He had dirty blonde hair and a smile. The picture has a name subtitled and the bottom. Jackson Overland Frost. His name. He doesn't harp on it that long as he give a big sigh and goes off to work.

In the big city he works for Burgess Boxing Ring. A major league boxing stadium that 's famous in Pennsylvania. Right next to it is a gym. Jack drives his car into the parking lot. He walks over, still having the defeated look on his face. Walks inside to check in. "Hey Rick." Greets a voice.

Jack looks up to see Hiccup Berk. His friend. "Hey Hic." He answers back a little less defeated. 'Why did Hiccup call Jack, Rick?' is probably what you're thinking. Jack is currently under going a new alias for his protection. He goes by the name Richard Bastion. Friends call him Rick. "So, is Kristoff in?" Hic smirked.

"Do you even have to ask?" He chuckled. He pointed in the direction of the gym. Jack, or Rick in his alias, looks in the general direction. He sees a lot of boxers training with the sandbags to work on their jabs and punches, jump rope to improve their footing, shadow boxing, sparing, etc. But one boxer in particular stood out from all the rest. A blonde hair muscular man. Kristoff Hiker. He was a new heavy weight boxer. From what Jack has heard Kristoff has become popular in the media. Jack then turned to see Nicholas North. His old boxing coach. They both still keep in contact.

Kristoff noticed Jack, who he knows as Rick, runs out of the sparing ring to greet him. North follows. "Hey Rick. I'm glad you made it." Shaking hands. It's clear these two are friends. North and Jack shake hands too.

"I see North is training you like crazy." He laughs. Kristoff smiles energetically.

"Yeah, it's great. North has taught me a lot. Just like he taught the great Jack Frost." Kristoff fantasized. "Learning from his coach is an honor and awesome experience."

Jack's face changed into a frown. "Yeah. It sure is." Kristoff made a confused look

"Oh that right! Rick I need to speak to you in my office!" North quickly changed the subject. Jack snapped back into reality.

"Oh uh, yes. Coming North" He turns to Kristoff. "Keep up the good work buddy."

"I will. Thank You." Kristoff said excitingly. Kristoff is good guy. He maybe big and muscular, but he's

In side North's office there are trophies and pictures of him in the old days. There are even some pictures of him and Jack. Jack sat down in front of North's desk. North sorting out papers then turns his attention to Jack. "You ok, Jack?" He said cracking his knuckles. Obviously he knows who he is. "Have you been getting enough rest?"

Jack just sighed. "Yeah I guess I am." North wasn't convinced. He looked worried and for Jack.

"I know it's been hard these last year. But you can't keep dwelling on it." North said calmly. "You have to move on. Being a referee is the best I could do to keep you in this career. And besides it isn't so bad."

"I know. And I really appreciate what you've done for me." He said, still sad. "I really do. I just miss the good old days." He turns to one of the pictures of him and North holding up a Championship Belt. Jack can remember the days.

Flashback to Jack when he was 8

Jack was a good and intelligent elementary student. But he was always very playful. He would always play games to entertain himself. However that was the main problem, he was by himself, alone, with one to interact with. The instant he remembers he becomes sad. No one ever notices him. It was like he was ghost. Though no one ever noticing him is a bit of an exaggeration. There are those who notice him, but they are the wrong kind. Bullies. Jack would get picked on by bullies that were 2 or 3 years older them him. Everyday after school. They would push him around, call him names, and worse beat him up senselessly and relentlessly.

Jack would come home full of bruises and cuts. This didn't go unnoticed by his mother. She would always tend to his wounds, she didn't mind, she loved her son dearly. But she was always worried and sad about how her son was being treated at school. Jack felt like a burden to her. A single mother looking after her son, a father who just upped and left, and to top all that she was pregnant. "Jack?" She would always ask. "Are there still bullies picking on you?" She would always be so worried. Jack would just turn his gaze away to hide his weakness and said nothing.

Next day was the same as usual. Go to school, learn and be smart, play, and get beat up by bullies. They would do the same thing. Only this time it was worse. They said things about his family; how his mother is hopeless whore and that his father only left because he was only seen as a disappointment. Jack was now on the verge of tears, beaten and bruised.

However someone came and beaten the little bullies nothing. Jack looked up and saw a teenager of age 16, with blue hair. "Hey! You ankle biters pick on someone who's not weak!" He threatened them with an Australian accent. One look in his eyes was enough to scare them off. The blue haired teenager came to help Jack. You alright, mate?"

Jack stared at him timidly. "Uh, y-yeah. Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I just can't stand kids like you being taking advantage of." Acting cool. "The names Aster E. Bunnymund. A pro boxer. What your name?"

"J-Jack. My name is Jack." He said timidly.

"How about your full name?" Aster smirked.

"Overland. Jackson Overland."

"Nice to meet you." He said. Then he noticed something about Jack. "Hey, Mate." He said placing hand on his shoulder. "Let it out." Jack's eyes widened. He knew what Aster meant. Jack finally broke down and cried. Aster just stood there and brushing his hand on Jack's head.

After a couple of minutes Jack felt a little better. "You feel any better, mate?"

"Y-yeah. I'm ok." Jack said calmly wiping away his tears.

"Hey come with me. I want to show you a place where you can improve yourself."

Jack stared in awe. He was at a boxing training gym. He saw quite a few people Training themselves. "Hey North." Aster called. "I made a new friend to help improve himself."

The big old guy in red noticed and walked over. Even though he was old, his walking alone felt like the earth was shaking. North looked down at Jack and smiled. "Hello there young one." He greeted in a Russian accent. "My name is Nicholas North."

Jack took his hand and shook it. "J-Jack. Jackson Overland." The other two saw him and walked over. One was a young teenage girl with green hair. The other was a imp with spikey blonde hair.

"Allow me to introduce Tiana and Sandy." He turned to them. "This is Jack."

Tiana squirmed at Jack. "Aww he's so cute." She squealed. "I'm Tiana. Tiana Toothfair." Jack's face went red. He was shy after all he is an 8 year old.

"I'm Sandy. Sandy Shoreside." The imp said with a smile.

"Ok now." North turned back to Jack. "You want to improve yourself? Want to be a better person?" Jack suddenly beamed with hope. This could be the chance he'd been searching for. He nodded in determination.

Flash-forward 10 years. Jack is 18.

Jack's little sister, Emma. Age 8. She'd been going to elementary school and probably was doing more progress than Jack. Making friends and being the most popular girl in school. But maybe a little too popular. She too, was a victim of bullying. Jealous girls older than her would gang up on her and try to hurt her. Even perverted boys would try to put the moves on her. However lucky for Emma she has her big brother, Jack. Jack, having been training in boxing, was able to protect her. Though he only used his skills for self defense. Emma was always happy Jack was around, and Jack was proud to be a protective big brother. "Thanks Jack." She would say with a warm smile.

"Anytime, sis." Jack grinned.

They would walk home from school together and talk about their days. However Emma brought up a subject that was very interesting. "Hey, big bro. Are you gonna enter any matches? I'd really would love to see them."

"Well actually I just got a call from one of the boxing networks and said they want to try me out."

Emma jump for joy. "Really? That's SO amazing Jack." She then made an encouraging face. "Do your best bro. And hit 'em hard." Jack loved his sister's confidence. It gives him so much confidence.

"Will do little sis."

Flash-forward through Jack's Life

Through out the course of Jack's life, Jack had gone to be a big time boxer. For 6 years he had been boxing and always came out on top. The newspaper headlines were piling like mad, News channels were preaching like crazy, Jack had become a world wide phenomenon. They describe his fighting style as ice-skating, and his punches were as hard as ice. Hence he was titled, Jack Frost.

Jack had a lot of fans, his friends were very proud of him, and even his mother and sister were proud of him. In interviews people would ask what's his big secret in boxing. His answer was simple. "I box to improve myself and to just enjoy it as a sport." That was something that inspired a lot of people. However it wasn't long before something would go horribly wrong.

One night was another big match. Jack was going up against one of the most popular and attractive boxers in the USA. Hans Islesouth. Every time he would wink, flex his abs, or do an Elvis Presley impersonation, girls would just squeal. They love him that much. Jack really didn't pay no mind to it. Because Jack wasn't out for that much attention, only just to be acknowledged and to improve himself. Jack had high respect for his opponents, but when the match began he soon learned the Hans did not. Hans was out for himself. Hans immediately and relentlessly attacked Jack. Jack thought he would be saved by the bell but Hans just kept going. Until Jack passed out.

Jack suddenly found himself in the hospital. He was aching all over. He found his friends and family all there. They were all worried.

"Oh honey, thank God you're alright!" His mother cried.

"What happened?" Jack asked.

They all made sad faces. "I hate to break this to you mate. But Hans one the match." Aster said in a very sad tone. Jack was shocked by all this.

"But the bell. I heard the bell ring." He explained. Jack didn't care for his reputation. He only wanted to know why the match wasn't played fair.

"Yes it did. But the Judges and referees say they didn't hear it." North said. Jack was shocked by all this. Hans cheated, yet no one noticed. "There is more bad news." He continues. "The doctors say that your body is too damage to get back in the ring. The wounds will heal in 2 years. I'm sorry Jack, you won't be able to get back in the ring again." Jack's eyes widen and his jaw almost dropped. His boxing career was finished.

For the past few months Jack was depressed. People started to mock him just for their own enjoyment. Something changed in Jack. Now he wanted to be left alone. He didn't want the attention. He wanted to go back to the ghost figure he was before. He felt dead inside. However one night North called him. "Jack I think I have an idea that can keep you in A boxing career." Jack's eyes suddenly lit up.

North's plan was to make him a referee. He would be able to show boxers to play fair and respect their opponents as well as the rules. But he would have to under go a new persona. So he did. He changed his dirty blonde hair to snow white color and changed his name to Richard Bastion. The next 2 years he became a referee. Whenever he spotted cheating he would call it. He had good eyesight. And yet he started to miss the good old days in the ring.

End of Flashback

Jack snaps back into reality. "Anyway thanks for helping me a lot." He said standing up. "I really do appreciate it."

"I'm always here to help an old friend." North smiled.

"Well I better get work. Later." He said going to the door.

"Jack." Called North. Jack stopped. "You aren't doing your usual training routine are you?"

Jack gave him a guilty look. "You know I don't like sitting still. I get bored easily."

North sighed and gave him a disapproving look. "Jack you know you body was still healing, besides you're no longer a boxer." His look changed to worry. "I don't want you to hurt yourself again."

Jack just gave him a frustrated look. "If you were in my position, you probably do the same thing." Jack left and closed the door

And there we go, the first chapter. Read it, review it, and tell me what you people think. Thank you so much. :)