Someone somehow managed to throw out an idea (Have Anna play the role of Jack Frost, from Rise of the Guardians) and I happened to not get it out of my head. So... here it is. I decided not to put this into the Crossover section, as I don't intend to include any of the characters - I don't want to destroy them, really - of Rise of the Guardians. So now here we go, JackFrost!Anna and Elsa the Snow Queen.

I'm sorry for any mistake or grammatical incorrectness, English is only my secondary language. Feel free to tell me, if you find mistakes either with a review or via PM.

Pairing: Elsanna; [DL,DR]

Enjoy!

Tranquil.

That was all I felt the moment I returned to my senses. Tranquil and calm, despite not knowing where I was, what I was doing and much less who I was.

There was an odd pressure on my body; it felt like I was submerged and floating in a sea of darkness. And then I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was the sky, full of stars and not a cloud in sight. The moon shone brightly, as if it were gazing upon me, vying for my attention. And honestly, I felt drawn to it.

Averting my gaze, I tried to orientate myself.

I was lying on a lake, frozen solid due to the cold temperatures. I wasn't bothered by the cold, it felt nice, comfortable even.

A few feet away from me was a wooden staff and something within me stirred, telling me to reach for it. I did and this thing inside of me pulsated, every fiber of my being resonated within me.

'What is this?'

'It's you.'

I wasn't surprised, not even in the slightest, as a voice next to my own rang in my mind. The voice was warm, affectionate and oddly familiar.

Overcome with joy I swung the wooden staff in front of me. Ice shot out in an instant, creating a flurry of unique snowflakes and, as it reached the unfortunate target, froze the wooden surface of a barren tree.

'This is me.'

...

I learned fast that my peculiar ability was my own and that only I could see from where they originated.

I was alone, an unseen force of nature that humanity called winter. They did not see me, nor did they know of my existence.

The first time I was confronted with my isolation was just a short time after I woke up. I found a small village, still full of life despite the darkening sky and took to landing just before the first small houses started. Flying was a marvelous thing and another ability I had found in my repertoire of uniqueness. In all honesty, I even expected someone to openly gape at me, as I set feet back on solid ground. There was no such thing, not even the slightest reaction.

I tried talking to the villagers; they ignored me – maybe because I was an outsider? Dressed in breeches, an overgrown shirt and a cloak, I was probably not the most appealing girl right now.

Undeterred by their rude behavior I kept walking, trying not to walk into anyone until I heard the sound of laughing children. Sure enough, a couple of young boys were fluttering about, yelling and laughing, waving sticks about as if to fight. I was amused, still a child at heart and ran up to them. And within a span of a few mere seconds I realized why I was ignored.

The boys ran through me.

Something within me stirred as they passed through my body and I took a step backwards. My gaze found the moon in an instant, as if it called to me, but this time I felt no unbridled joy in myself. I felt numb and alone.

I was caught in a cage, in my own world, as free as a bird and yet bound to solitude.

...

Jack Frost.

This is what they have started to call the freezing entity that I was. Unbeknownst to them I couldn't be further away from a "Jack". I was still, as far as I was concerned, female in any and every way.

But that wasn't the only problem I had to face. The fact that I was an entity of the cold, people had started regarding me as some sort of bad luck. People liked the warm seasons more compared to the harsh winter. Snow and hail made it impossible to grow crops and thus the lack of food became an issue fast.

I wasn't bothered by it as much as I should have been.

To them I was but a figment of stories told to children so they'll be good and as such I acted the way. Throwing snow at peoples' faces was a whole lot more fun anyway.

And so I found myself flying through the skies, causing mischief and snow around me as I deemed it fit, until one day I saw her.

A young woman with the most beautiful platinum blonde hair I had ever seen. (And I've seen many types of hair color.) She was dressed in blue, a stark contrast to her pale skin but it matched ever so wonderfully with her icy blue eyes. But her appearance wasn't what had drawn me to her.

No, it what caught my attention was, what she could do.

She created ice sculptures out of thin air.

She created snow and ice.

This girl was like me.