A/N: Hey guys, happy Jarida Week!

Really quickly, let me clear something up about this-instead of it being a compliation of oneshots like I usually do for this kind of thing, my Jarida Week entries are going to have an overarcing storh. So it more or less does have a standard Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons plot, but with a very heavy emphasis on Jarida, of course.

And please, bear with me if some entries aren't immediately posted, because Jarida Week and Jerza Week (for all Fairy Tail fans) are on the same week. So if I have difficulty getting some stuff out. . . Well, that's why.

But I've talked enough. Enjoy my first contribution to Jarida Week!

1 - Dreams

Her bright red curls were flung in the air as she ran, and she barely caught herself from tripping over her dress. Finally the young Merida pounced on the blue wisp, like a cat upon finding a tasty mouse, only for it to abruptly vanish.

But Merida was not deterred. She jerked her head up, spotted another wisp just around a corner in the trail, and sprinted towards it. When she had come to it, she reached down and tried to snatch it-

All it did was dissipate with an ethereal whisper.

She huffed in annoyance. She was tired from running, and her dress was dirty. But the will-o'-the-wisps were supposed to lead her to her destiny, right?

So she began running again. She could see a wisp just up ahead, and another wisp after that, and then another hiding behind a tree-

She slowed to a stop when, instead of a wisp, she saw a skinny young man with white hair. In his hands he held a wooden staff.

She heard him mutter something to himself before he turned around and saw her inquisitive eyes staring right at him.

His blue eyes widened. He instinctively took a step back, but then stepped closer after a moment of silence.

"You. . ." He stepped closer again, inching his arm upwards until it was pointing at her. He knelt down. "You can see me?"

And then the boy and the forest was suddenly replaced by blackness.

Merida groaned and forced her eyes open. She blinked deliberately, orienting herself to the darkness of her bedroom. She directed her eyes to her windowsill-the stars and the crescent moon hung in the pitch-black sky.

She turned in her bed and planted her head right into her pillow. Ugh, why did she end up waking up in the middle of the night? Especially since she had been woken up from that dream. And it was a pleasant one, too-

No, wait, she thought with a sudden realization.

That hadn't been a dream. That moment was a memory.

Merida detached her face from the pillow and looked up, suddenly alert. She sifted through her memories, and sure enough, there it was, that time when she'd run off from her parents to follow the will-o'-the-wisps. She had ran after them eagerly, and then she had seen that boy. . . He'd said something about her seeing him as though being seen was a rare occurrence.

But as much as she liked to remember this, she wondered something-the will-o'-the-wisps were supposed to lead one to their destiny.

So why had it led her to that white-haired boy?

The question remained in her head as she lowered her head to the pillow and let her eyes drift shut, surrendering to sleep once more.

The moment she fell asleep was the moment that he landed on the windowsill.

Jack Frost crouched down, digging the end of his staff into the windowsill, and looked inquisitively at the sleeping girl. A long mane of fiery red hair eclipsed her face.

The girl moved. His heart skipping a beat, Jack launched up to his feet, ready to take off into the air at any moment-

She didn't open her eyes.

Jack let himself relax. He narrowed his eyes, studying the girl. With a round, freckled face and that frizzy red hair, she wasn't necessarily the prettiest girl around.

But she was already one of the most memorable.

He turned and took a step forward, letting himself off the windowsill and plummet to the ground. For a moment, it was nothing but the wind howling right into his ears-

Then it was a graceful, if a little unsteady, landing on the ground. Spurred on by the momentum, he took a few uncontrollable steps forward.

"So did you find her?" said an awkward-sounding voice behind him.

Jack turned around and saw Hiccup approaching him, Rapunzel on his heels.

"Yeah." He gave his staff a nonchalant twirl before stabbing it into the ground. "Now it's just a matter of waiting until tomorrow and finding a way to approach her then."

"Are you sure that she's going to help us?" Rapunzel said with a concerned, almost sheepish look.

"I mean, if she's anything like me, she may not exactly take the 'oh hey, you're destined to save the world' thing well," Hiccup said.

"Don't worry," Jack said. He reached out a hand toward them, as if quelling their fears. "We'll find a way."

The Guardian turned away from them and looked up at the Man in the Moon. The silver rays were shining brightly upon them, almost as though assuring the three that they were on the right path.

"We always do."