And here's the multi-chapter fic I promised! Some dark themes will be introduced later, so the rating might go up, but I will definitely be putting warnings in the chapters and nothing is going to be descriptive or anything (cause I'm not comfortable with writing that). As for this chapter, it's kind a prologue-y sort, with a POV from Anna. (POVs will mostly be from Elsa, recurring from Jack and Anna.)

Some background info: the story is set in modern day, in Burgess, MA (it was going to be Burgess, VA, but there is no NAHL teams anywhere near Virginia so I decided to try and stick with the league.) (I'm gonna be doing a lot of research on figure skating and hockey for this, so please know that I AM TRYING!)

Anna is 18, Jack is 20, Elsa is 20 (I shortened their age gap by a few months; she'll be turning 21). More characters from the other fandoms will be introduced soon (i.e. ROTBTD), but this was really setting up the story that's gonna happen.

Also, Anna and Elsa's parents names come from the Broadway show (which is incredible, btw. I'm writing this from the grave because I died of happiness after seeing it.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this opening chapter!

~Isabelle

(Disclaimers: I got the cover image off of Google Images. Credit goes to that beautiful photographer. And obvs, I don't own Frozen, Disney, ROTG, etc. Just my ideas.)

A little bit of you, a little bit of me

A part that loves to dream

A part that swings from a tree.

A little like me, a little like you,

A part that's nice

A part that's naughty too.

~A Little Bit of You, Frozen on Broadway

Chapter One: A Little Bit of You

Anna Winters was not very good at ice-skating. The skates were never the right size, the air was too cold, and the ice was too slippery, as she liked to tell people. She constantly fell and often took many innocent bystanders along with her. She'd taken to wearing a bright yellow t-shirt with the word "HAZARD" written in bold, black letters any time she got within twenty feet of a rink. Yet, somehow, here she was on an ice rink, once again, holding on to the side for dear life.

"Anna, you might find that you could get better if you let go of the wall every once in a while." Her best friend, Jackson Overland Frost—Jack to his friends—laughed as he skated literal circles around the strawberry-blonde.

Anna scoffed. "Oh, please, you've seen me attempt to skate before. You just want me to make a fool of myself on the ice. Again." Jack stopped suddenly, a look of offended shock on his face, complete with a hand over his heart.

"How dare you question my motives. I'm just trying to help my dearest friend get her frozen sea legs," he said.

"Ha ha. You're so funny." Anna glared at him as he began to skate backwards while she struggled to keep up.

"Well, I wasn't voted 'Class Clown' for nothing."

"I still think 'Most Likely to Live in a Van Next to the River' was a more apt superlative for you."

"Harsh, Anna. Harsh."

"Ugh," Anna groaned. "I don't understand why you made me come here! This place is horrible!"

"Didn't you and your sister used to come here all of the time when you were younger?" Jack asked. He rushed forward as Anna's legs went out from under her and managed to steady her before she hit the ice.

"Thanks," Anna murmured gratefully, brushing a pigtail back behind her shoulder. "And that was a long time. Like, before she left to go become a professionally trained figure skater in Europe." Anna sighed, thinking about her elder sister, Elsa. The two hadn't seen each other in over a decade, Elsa being too busy training in Norway to come back home and Anna apparently being too much of a distraction to go there, according to their mother and father. The only saving grace was e-mail, as old-fashioned as that sounded. The sisters messaged each other daily, updating the other on their lives. (Anna loved to hear about the techniques that Elsa learned, while Elsa claimed that Anna's boring high school life was much more entertaining.) They weren't able to communicate simultaneously, thanks to the time distance and Elsa's busy schedule, but Anna knew how much her sister missed her.

"But it was still fun?" Jack added, snapping Anna back to the conversation at hand.

"Elsa was what made it fun. She'd hold my hands and dance me around the ice. It was the best thing ever," Anna said wistfully. Jack smirked.

"Held your hands, huh?" he asked. Anna realized her mistake.

"Wait, Jack, no!" she yelled as he grabbed ahold of her and pulled her into the middle of the rink. Anna continued to shriek as Jack dragged her across the ice, passing giggling children and elderly couples. She imagined what they looked like to these people: an attractive young man who glided across the ice with an ease that rivalled the winter spirit he was named after, and an inelegant, braided pig-tailed weirdo who looked like an actual fish out of water.

"Jack Frost, knock it off this second!" she shrieked as he began to make another lap. Jack laughed and threw her a mischievous glance before shrugging.

"If you insist," he said, letting go of her hands as he swung her in a perfect arc.

"Not like that!" she cried, her voice probably lost in the roaring laughter from her ex-best friend and the audience they had gathered. Anna screwed her eyes shut as she flew across the surface, bracing herself for the crash against the wall and cursing her taste in friends. But the impact was much softer than she expected and was followed by a breathless Oomph! as she and her barrier fell to the ground.

Anna carefully opened her eyes, her head pillowed on what appeared to be a guy's rather strong chest. She looked up to see her savior's surprised face staring at her.

"Oops!" Jack called from across the rink. "Sorry, Kristoff!"

"Seriously? You're not concerned about me at all?" Anna yelled back at her friend, shaking her head disbelievingly. Then, she remembered that she was still sprawled across the goalie for the Burgess Guardians and scrambled to get off of his chest. "Oh, God, I am so sorry, Kristoff!"

Kristoff chuckled as he sat up on the ice. Anna felt her face burn red at the look of amusement he gave her.

"It's fine, Anna. I saw Jack throwing you around the rink. Are you okay?" he said, a hint of concern in his words.

"Oh, me? I-I'm fine. Psh, totally fine. Oh, are you okay?" Anna asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Kristoff got to his feet and held his hand out to Anna, who carefully took it and managed to stand up on wobbly legs. "Would you like some help getting over to the bleachers? You look like you would like to be done for the day. And we kind of need the rink for practice."

"Yeah, that would be really nice of you," Anna said, clutching tightly to his arm so as not to fall again. He managed to skate her safely to the side where she practically fell onto the cold metal. Anna wasted no time in ripping off her skates, swearing that she would never set foot on the ice again.

"You know, Anna?" Kristoff spoke in the middle of Anna's ranting. She froze and looked sheepishly up at him.

"Yeah?"

"We have skating lessons, if you'd like. I'm sure Jack's told you about them, but I'm going to start teaching the older people who come in if you'd like to learn from someone who isn't as prone to prank you."

"Oh. Huh." Anna paused, looking up at Kristoff who now had a tinge of red on his cheeks, probably from the cold. "I don't know. I mean, I'm sure learning from you would be nice, but I'm a little apprehensive about the whole 'skating' part."

Kristoff laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, just think about it. The first session is coming up in a few weeks. And even if you wait till the day it starts, North would gladly let you sign up."

Anna smiled. "I will. Think about it, I mean. Thanks, Kristoff."

"No problem. I, uh, gotta go. Practice." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. Anna could see Jack again, now in his hockey gear, batting a puck around, while a few other members of the team began to get out on the ice. Anna nodded, and Kristoff turned around and skated off.

Anna finished taking off her skates and stood up to walk over to her bag a few rows up. Jack caught her attention on the stage and made a heart with his hands in a silent ask for forgiveness; she flipped him off with both hands in response. The sound of his laughter followed her as she grabbed her bag and left the skating rink.

"How was skating today?" Anna's mother, Iduna, asked her daughter. Anna groaned and stabbed at her mashed potatoes.

"Horrible. I can barely stand on the ice. And then Jack took me for a joyride around the rink, which was not fun," Anna added. Agnarr, her father, choked on his laughter as he went to take a drink of his wine. Anna glared at her father as he wiped at his mouth, eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Any casualties, dear?" he asked.

"Just one. I ran into Kristoff, but you know that guy—he's built like a wall. But he helped me get off the rink and then told me about the lessons that they're offering in a few weeks," Anna said.

"Are you interested in the lessons?" Iduna asked eagerly, reaching for her purse that was upstairs in her bedroom. "We can write a check right now."

"I don't know, Mama. I'm gonna think about it, but I'll let you guys know when I decide," Anna said carefully, not wanting to get her parents' hopes up. They loved that Elsa was a figure skater, but with her on a different continent, they weren't exactly able to be directly involved during her childhood. Anna, however, was a different story. She had all of their parents' attention, and none of the talent.

"Speaking of figure skating, I got an email from Elsa yesterday about her last competition," Agnarr said.

"Yes, she got first, right? We already knew that," Iduna responded. The Winters' had access to all of the channels that showed figure skating competitions, and they watched each one of them religiously.

"Yes, but she was just telling me about some of the notes that Elinor gave her on her performance. I think that she has a strong shot at the Olympics next year," Agnarr said.

"Would we be able to go see her?" Anna asked, jumping in to her parents' conversation. Her mother and father paused, glancing nervously at each other.

"Possibly, Anna," her father conceded.

"But it all depends on how it interferes with your studies," Iduna added. "You'll be a sophomore in college. You can't slack off just because you're only halfway through."

"It would be two weeks to go see my sister perform in the Olympics! Seriously, how awesome would that be?" Anna could feel her temper rising and struggled to control it. She hated the way that her parents' seemed to keep her and Elsa apart. It was crazy, and she was starting to get sick of it. Before the discussion could continue any father, however, the doorbell rang. Anna threw her napkin down on her lap and stood up. "Don't worry. I'll get it. I can at least do one useful thing around here."

"Anna," Iduna began, but Anna left the dining room before her mother could finish the sentence. She stomped her way towards the foyer, trying to calm herself down. It was most likely a Girl Scout at the door trying to sell cookies or something, and Anna didn't want to scare her off just because of Iduna and Agnarr Winters. She stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, and pasted a smile on her face.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She opened the door, generic greeting at the ready. Her smile dropped in shock when she saw who was on the front stoop.

"Elsa?" Anna's older sister stood with one fist poised to knock on the door, a large man standing behind her holding a duffel bag. Elsa's arm dropped and a small smile began to form on her face.

"Hey, Anna."

Cliffhanger...!? I will hopefully have a new chapter up within the next few days. (But, you know, college.) Either way, I'm super excited about this fic. I have some great ideas, it's gonna deal with some relevant and somewhat intense topics, and we're gonna get human Olaf AND Marshmallow (WHAA?)

Also, yes, Merida's mother is Elsa's figure skating coach. Everything and more will be explained soon.

I hope you guys liked the chapter. Please review, leave comments with suggestions, things you liked/didn't like, questions, etc.

Thank you again, loves

~Isabelle