Hey guys! This is my first crossover story so please bare with me on the long story. In honesty, my sister started writing it but then gave up and passed it on to me to finish writing.

For those of you wondering about my Through Their Eyes update, there will be one sometime this week. I didn't have access to the HTTYD movie and couldn't continue it. Now I have access and time to finish my story.

ENJOY!

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"Jack? Come on, this isn't fair," a young girl said, out in the middle of a forest. She brushed her brown hair behind her ear, knocking her pink headband. She stopped and fixed it before continuing to look for her brother.

She was playing hide and seek with her older brother, Jack. He was way too good at the game. She knew that at just the right moment, he would jump out of his hiding place and scare her, just out of fun.

She stopped under the tree he was hiding in and pouted, "Jack, stop being so mean. Sometimes I hate playing hide and seek with you." He still didn't answer. "Fine, I'm going home."

She started to march off, only making Jack giggle up in his tree. He waited until she was by the dirt road that separated their farm from the forest. He was about to slowly sneak up behind her when he slipped and crashed to the ground, only to end up laughing at himself.

The girl turned around and did her best to scold him, "That's what you get for climbing bare foot. Why don't you ever listen to me when I tell you something that could hurt you?"

"Because it's fun, Emma," he said and stood up. "You just need to learn how to have some real fun and then you'll understand." He brushed off his clothes before he added. "Besides, you're seven and I'm 18. I don't have to listen to you."

Emma stuck out her tongue playfully. "I don't need to learn to have fun when I have you," she smiled. "I mean, you come up with some of the best games ever."

"That I do," Jack puffed his chest.

Emma laughed and smacked his chest making Jack deflate dramatically. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I have to listen to you either."

"Yeah it does. I'm older so I'm wiser and more mature and level headed…"

Emma rolled her eyes as she began to cross the road. "Well, mom's older and smarter than you and you don't lis-"

BEEEEEEEPPPP!

"Emma! Look out!" Jack yelled as a car began to skid down the road too fast.

Emma was frozen with fear as the car continued to careen at her and Jack jumped in the way, holding his hands out in front of himself to protect his sister. He closed his eyes as the car came closer and just as he thought they were both going to die, it seemed the car jumped over them.

They both heard a crash behind them and when Jack opened his eyes, he saw a ramp of sheer ice going over the two kid's heads. He looked behind them to see the car had hit a tree and the driver was still trapped inside.

He took a quick glance at Emma, who was shaking with fear and had her eyes still closed, and he quietly said, "Emma, I need to go help that driver. He might need help. Go stand over by that tree and I promise I'll be right back."

She just nodded her head and stumbled over to the designated tree. Jack quickly ran over to the car, which was starting to ignite with flames, and he threw open the door.

He saw the man in the car was unconscious and he tried shaking him awake, saying, "Hey! Can you hear me? Wake up. Your car is going to…"

The man didn't answer and so Jack leaned in to unbuckle the seat belt. He was about to drag the man out when the right side of the car caught on fire and an explosion caused Jack to stumble away. He couldn't really get close to the car without getting burned and so he grabbed a staff like stick that was nearby and pulled the man out of the car just as it exploded into a million pieces.

He sat there on the ground, gasping for breath, and he looked over at the man to see he was still alive and relatively okay. He stood up and walked over to his sister, who was still petrified, and he just grinned like nothing had happened.

"Fun, right?" he asked.

"Jack…" her voice gave out on her.

"Yeah? What?" he asked, oblivious to the look of fear on his sister's face.

"Your hair…" she whispered.

"What about it?" he asked.

"It's white."

He blinked a few times and thought about what she had said and said, "It's white? You're kidding, right?"

She slowly shook her head, her eyes glued to his head. She slowly pulled out her cell phone and gave it to him. He looked at his reflection and dropped the phone.

He backed away from the phone and gasped, "What? What's going on? Why is my hair white?"

"And your eyes…their blue, not their usual brown," she said. "Jack, what's happening?"

"I can tell you what's happening," a voice said from behind the two.

Jack turned quickly to see a woman with curly black hair and a dark green cloak on. Instinctively, Jack stepped in front of his sister and held the staff, as if it were a sword.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Jack asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Who are you?" Jack asked again with more force behind his tone.

"I want you," she grinned at him evilly. "I will be needing your services."

Emma squeezed Jack's shirt tighter. He looked down to see her eyes brimming with tears. She's really scared. I am too but I need to be strong for her. "And what if I refuse, creepy lady?" he asked.

"You will never see your sister again," she said and instantly a hand grabbed Emma and pulled her away from her brother.

"Jack!" she cried as a large man came from behind the tree, holding her tightly.

"Emma!" Jack ran towards the large man. The man wiped out a knife and held it close to Emma's face, stopping Jack in his tracks. "Let her go!" Jack demanded.

"Oh, he will," the woman grinned. "Just as soon as you come with me."

"Why?" Jack asked. "Why am I so important to you?"

"You are the missing ingredient needed for my plan to work."

"Your plan," another voice projected through the air. "Don't give yourself too much credit Gothel."

"Shut up," the woman growled.

A tall, dark man calmly walked out from the shadows and stood next to Gothel. "Are you sure he is what we need? He seems too…childish."

"He is the one, Pitch," Gothel smiled. "Just watch." She turned to Jack who was darting his eyes around looking for a way out. "So, Jack…make it snow."

"Snow? Are you crazy?" Jack asked. "It's the middle of summer and I…I can't control the weather."

"Then where did that come from?" Pitch asked, pointing at the melting ramp.

"I…I don't know," Jack said. "It just came out of nowhere. I don't know how that happened."

"You made that happen, so do it again," Gothel said. "Or she gets it. Mord'u is really a nice guy, but his worst pet peeve is when little girls scream. It just makes him so mad. Isn't that right, Mord'u?"

He grunted in response and squeezed Emma tighter.

"Jack," she gasped in pain.

"Leave her alone! Please…" he pleaded.

"Do as we tell you and she will not be harmed," Gothel said, her patience running thin.

"I…I don't know what to do," Jack said. "How do I…make it snow?"

"I'm getting tired of this," Pitch said and a strange black stream of sand escaped his hands and headed straight for Jack.

His eyes grew wide and just before the black sand hit him, he swung the staff to protect himself and turned the sand into ice. He stared at the strange frozen puddle of marbled black and pale blue happenstance and gasped.

"Did…did I do that?" he whispered.

"What did I tell you?" Gothel said and pushed Pitch. "He's the one."

Pitch nodded and took a step towards Jack. "Stay away from me. What do you want?" he asked, pointing the staff at them.

"Enough questions. Alvin!" Pitch called and the next thing Jack knew, he was inside a dark sack being carried on someone's back. He heard Pitch say, "Right, now take him back to the island. We need to get this started."

"Hey! Let me out of here! Where are you taking me?" Jack said as he struggled in the bag.

"Silence boy!" Gothel said. "Take the girl as well. We can't have any witnesses."

"Nooo!" Jack yelled, panicking at what they were going to do to his sister.

He was about to use his new abilities when he heard something like bells ringing through the air. Next was a mixed orchestration of whooshes, swords clanking, bouncing, and snapping; he had no idea what was transpiring and it just frightened him even more. What's happening to Emma? What are they doing to her?

Suddenly, the man holding the bag was hit and dropped Jack on his rear. "I don't think so Alvin," an Australian voice said.

Jack heard a gasp as the man mumbled, "Damn fur hat! Back off!" Right next to him, Jack heard the shuffling and grunts of the fight.

"Let's get out of here!" he heard Gothel yell.

"Pitch! Take her and get out of here!" Mord'u yelled.

"Mord'u! Change!" the man Alvin cried and soon the sound of retreating footsteps could be heard.

"They got away with the girl," the Australian voice breathed heavily.

"Oh no!" a female voice gasped. "I'd hate to imagine what they'll do to her."

"Relax!" a Russian voice commanded gently. "You're scaring the boy. Now let's get him inside before they decide to come back with reinforcements."

Jack felt himself lifted once again and placed in a vehicle. He heard the snap of something, then running, and then bells…again. He felt the vehicle bounce up and down gently as if on a simulator. He just closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else but he kept going back to his sister's frightened face. Before he knew it, he was lifted and placed on the ground one again.

"What's happened?" a Scottish female voice echoed through the room.

"What's in there?" a younger female Scottish voice inquired.

"Let's see," a man with a Russian accent said, a bit too happy.

Jack felt the knot at the top of the bag getting undone and he nearly tumbled out of the bag like an idiot when it opened. He ended up on his back and he looked up to see six people looking down at him. There was a girl with ridiculously wild red hair pointing an arrow at his face; a girl with feathered hair, all dyed a different color; a thin woman with long black hair, a streak of grey running through it; a short man with wild blonde hair and slightly shimmering skin; a large grey rabbit with black designs through its fur like tattoos; and a large man with a long white beard and a big belly.

The big man smiled at him and said, "Ah, what a surprise."

"Uh…" Jack said, confused beyond belief. "Where am I?"

"You are at my school. My school for lucky and gifted children," the man chuckled. "It seems you have caught the attention of the Phantom Reapers."

"I found this near him," the feather haired girl said, handing over the staff. "It's completely covered in ice. Maybe he had somehow gotten a hold of a secret weapon and they want it back."

"Or he stole it," the red head said. "He looks like a thief."

"No I don't and no I didn't steal anything," Jack said. He bolted up in panic. "They took my sister! I need to get my sister back!"

"Whoa, slow down boy," the large man said and put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Can you tell us anything that might help us figure out why they would want you? Anything."

"They…they said I was an ingredient for some plan and that…They wanted me to make it snow, in the middle of summer," Jack said. "They must have been crazy. I can't make it snow. I'm just…a normal kid…or at least I think I am."

"What do you mean?" the dark haired woman asked.

"Look at my hair!" he said a bit too loudly. "Is white hair normal for a kid? No. I used to have brown hair! And brown eyes too and now…now…What has happened to me?"

"Don't worry, boy," North said. "We can figure this out. We will help you find your sister, but you will need to calm down and think. Did they say where they were heading?"

"No…an island or something. I…I just don't know," he said and stumbled away from the large man. "I need…I need to get out of here."

He ran into the wall where it instantly got frosted over and he freaked out ever more.

"What is going on!?" he yelled and ran into a table, also causing it to freeze. "This doesn't make sense."

"Uh…North, I think we should do something," the rabbit said.

"I agree. Merida…can you…" North said, bending down to whisper.

"With pleasure," she said and walked over to the boy.

She walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned to look at her, she socked him in the face. It was hard enough that it knocked him out and he collapsed on the floor. The other six came over and looked down at him.

"Poor boy," the woman said.