Hello, Fanfiction world! It's Snow Crystal Skies with my very first fan fiction I've ever written. I've always loved this site and wanted to writ on it. I have so many stories I want to share with the world. This is a spur of the moment one-shot after watching Disney's new movie FROZEN. The song is Let It Go, and ya. Don't be too harsh mmmmkay?

Disclaimer- I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Frozen.

jack trudged up the lonely snow covered mountain, wearing some ridiculous fancy clothes forced upon him that were not good for climbing.

Tears had frozen to his dark eyelashes and pale cheeks, he walked, slouched and limply upward.

After his fight with the guardians he came here, he had to get away, Jack had never wanted to be alone so much.

A blue hat covered most of his white hair and face. He wore a blue coat with white markings, with black boots and blue pants. The raw skin on the side of Jack's foot brushed against his tight shoes, sending pain shooting up his leg.

Jack winced but kept walking. When was the last time he was barefoot? 8 years? 9? Jack wished he knew. Wished he could figure it out but the didn't want to remember.

It had been 10 years sense they defeated Pitch. Ten years sense Jack had become a guardian. Ten years sense Jack had fun.

The guardians quickly changed after the battle. Tooth became in barge of what Jack does. Bunny in charge of his food. Sandy in charge of what he wears, and North got whatever was left, which was surprisingly a lot.

The first time the bossed Jack around, he should have drawn the line. The first jibe. The first hit. Every first should have never happened.

Jack could of left, but he didn't. He couldn't.

Jack Frost hated being controlled, he hated it with a passion. And yet, he didn't tell the guardians-his supposed Family to leave him alone.

Well, maybe that's what Jack was afraid of.

On the days where they push a little to far, on the days he wished he was still invisible, Jack wonders if it would be this bad if he joined Pitch.

"Jack, go make dinner." Tooth shouted from her place on the couch.

Jack looked up, he had bags under his eyes and his legs shook as he got up. It had been the first time he had sat down all day.

"Yes, ma'am…" Jack muttered as he went to the kitchen. He knew by now to do what he was told.

Jack stared at the stove. What was a dinner the guardians-specifically Bunny-would want to eat.

No meat, even if North didn't like it (Bunny was more worrisome anyway) not all salad, Sandy hates that most of the time. Though Bunny would love it and would make sure jack 'loved' it too.

Jack stood there, cupping his chin, thing of anything he could pass with. He snapped suddenly, pasta! He could have meatballs and and a salad. it was the perfect thing!

jack began gathering the ingredients for the dish when he heard foot steps. Large, loud, footsteps.

"Wha' are ya think yur doin'?" growled the 6'3 foot pooka.

Jack froze, a little nervous as he turned around. "Tooth wanted-"

"miss tooth." Bunnymund snapped, crossing his arms.

Jack tried not to roll his eyes. "Miss tooth wanted me to make dinner."

Bunny scowled, "an' wha' do ya plan on makin'?"

jack felt bile rise in his throat, "Spaghetti."

bunny glared at the trembling winter spirit. "No one would want to eat your pasta. Make salad like yur 'spost to as a vegetarian."

At dinner, Jack was yelled at for making salad.

Jack whipped new tears away angrily.

They had taking everything from him that made him Jack Frost. His personality, his clothes, even his staff. 'it's so you don't cause more trouble,' they said.

Well, Jack couldn't take it anymore, he snapped. He screamed at them, cried, made it snow in the Warren, the works. And all they said was how ungrateful he was, a spoiled brat. 'We're your family! It's what they do!'

But jack knew they were wrong, he had seen enough families in his 300 year isolation to know that families don't do that.

Jack stopped walking to gather his surroundings. It was dark and it was cold, but he didn't know if he was scared or not.

Sighing, he reached back to pull his hood up and only felt his gloved fingers brush his neck.

Jack froze, oh…right. Sandy had threw his hoodie away 5 years ago.

He was given the gloves 3 years ago when he accidentally iced a chair by sheer touch. jack had to concentrate really hard now a days just to keep the temperature normal. Without his power conduct (A. K. A. His staff.) his powers have been loosed inside him.

The wind cut into Jack's blue suit like it was mourning with him. With only the howling storm to listen too, Jack did what he thought he'd ever have the will power to do again. He opened his mouth and sang, his voice the only thing cutting through the roaring wind. "The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen."

Jack looked around him, only seeing the empty mountain space, "A kingdom of isolation; and it looks like I'm the king."

Jack kept walking, slowly making his way upward. His chest hurt, his hand crept up to his heart. Did he lose something? Is that why he was in so much pain? Or was this freedom, freedom that he hasn't felt in ten years?

"The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside." Jack remembered all the times he had hid his powers from the guardians. Not wanting to get in trouble or be judged. Well, he couldn't hide them now. "Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I've tried."

jack kept walking, thinking about all the things he would tell himself to keep his powers hidden. He was scared they would take his staff if he couldn't get it together, and they did take it for one frozen blanket.

"don't let them in," Jack muttered, he remembered when he would say those words, trying to keep himself from falling apart. "don't let them see, be the good guy you always have to be, conceal, don't feel, don't let them know."

Jack glared down at his gloved hands. The guardians weren't suppose to find out how he felt. He was supposed to just suck it up and go on. Jack angerly ripped off both blue gloves and threw them in the air, allowing the wind to sweep them away, "Well, now they know!"

"Let it go!" Jack created a snowflake in his left hand, watching as it drifted then disappeared in the snow. "Let it go!" He did the same thing in his right hand.

"Couldn't hold it back anymore." Jack wave his hands about, summoning a snowman out of no where.

"Let it go, Let it go!" Jack continued his little power parade, creating snow and ice out of his bare hands. he never thought he could do this without his staff. Making a sweeping motion with both arms, Jack made all the floating snow fall to the ground. "Turn away and slam the door!"

"I don't care…" Jack made a river of snow fly to his right. "…What they're going to say!" He did the same thing to the opposite side.

Jack continued walking up, now, with a new confidence in his decision to confess to the guardians. "Let the storm rage on!"

Jack smiled into the wind, unbuttioning his tight jacket. He sang as the clothes blew away behind him. "The cold never bothered me anyway."

Jack smile and walke with a skip in his step, starting to realize he could be himself again. No one to tell him what to do and when to do it. Not anymore, not ever again. "It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small."

Jack smiled wider as he turned around, walking backwards, toward the North where his ex family probably was. "And the fears that once controlled me, can't get to me at all!"

Jack turned around and ran up the snowy hill, turning his back on the past and only looking forward.

At the top of the hill, Jack came across a cliff, the perfect place to build a home on the other side. A real home.

Jack clenched his hands and brought them up to his shoulders. He had done this once, but with his staff. Would he be able to do it now? Jack through his hands forward, like he was pushing something away. ice shot from his palms, creating a long, snowy, crooked staircase. "It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through."

Jack smiled proudly as he ran to his new creation. He hovered over the first step, not sure if it was stable. "No right, no wrong, no rules for me…"

Jack took a deep breath as he stepped on the stair. It held his weight and the snow dashed away at his step, revealing the beautiful blue ice underneath.

Completely confident now, Jack sang, "I'M FREE!"

Jack ran up the steps, keeping his hands toward the railing to create more of the stairs and to blow away the snow that covers the stairs when they first appear. "Let it go! Let it go, I am one with the wind and sky!"

"Let it go," Jack reached the other side and turned in a circle like someone might be looking at him. The winter spirit radiated a small blue glow of happiness. Jack's gaze eventually landed on the full moon above. "Let it go, you'll never see me cry!"

"Here I stand!" Jack slammed his foot down, a blue snowflake of power blossoming under his shoe. "And here I'll stay. Let the storm rage on."

Jack looked at the ground, he brought his hands up. A ice platform rose under him, growing walls and a roof of beautiful ice and swirling patterns. Jack's first giant snowflake was still on the ground, underneath the floor ice, and Jack danced around on it, creating new details to his emerging home. "My power flurries through the air, into the ground. My soul is spiraling in frozen fragments all around! One thought crystallizes like an icy blast!"

Jack grabbed the necklace around his neck. It was a diamond shape, with a large G in the middle. His mark as a guardian. He pulled it from his neck, staring at it in his hand. "I'm never going back…!"

Jack tossed the pendent out of his new window. "THE PAST IS IN THE PAST!"

"Let it go!" Jack grabbed the hat and threw that away, running a hand through his hair, letting it tumble in his face like it used to. He kicked off his shoes, getting rid of those too. "Let it go!"

"And I will rise like the break of dawn!" Jack used his powers and memories to create the things he wanted most right now.

It started at his legs, his pants shrunk and changed from blue to brown. A little frayed at the ends, magic brown straps appeared and wrapped themselves around his calves. Next, his shirt morphed into a baggy, blue, frost covered hoodie.

"Let it go" Jack smiled harder and walked forward proudly. He felt more like his old self, the old Jack, the real Jack. Ten years, he couldn't believe he let them do that to him. This was him, this was Jack Frost.

"Let it go," Jack marched toward his balcony, seeing his reflection in the ice floor. A cocky, smirking boy, with tousled white hair, pale skin, and extremely bright blue smiled harder. "That perfect guy is gone!"

Jack stared out at the snow capped mountains around him, feeling more at home in this cold wasteland than he ever did in the NorthPole. Jack spread his arms out wide as he walked to the railing. "Here I am, in the light of day!"

"Let the storm rage on!" Jack there's his arms up in the air, closing his eyes. He let the feeling rush over him. He was done, he was finally letting go.

Jack lowered his arms, smirking up at the bright moon. "The cold never bother me anyway."

Jack Frost, Chosen One of the Moon, Guardian of Fun, Winter Spirit, then promptly turned on his heel, marching back inside his new ice palace. He let the door slam behind him. The smirk never left his face.

So what do you think? Is it good? Did you like it? Was it bad? Did you hate it? Should I give up on my life or should I keep writing? Do you even know what that was? Or why I'm asking so many questions?

(I don't know the answers to the last 2 either.)

okay, well, tell me what ya'll thought. Have an awesome life!

-Snow Crystal Skies