Winds of ChangeTitle: Winds of Change
Fanbase: Rise of the Guardians (2012)
Genre: Light romance, mystery, family, friendship, some angst
Rated: T (character death)
Warnings: Character death, tiny bit of shounen ai (light boys' love)
Note: Includes my original race (explanation in my profile). Alternate Universe-ish. Beta'd by raven2547 (on Fanfiction). This story follows the plotline of the movie, with the insertion of three of my Original Characters (after this chapter) and a bunch of plot twists of my own.
It was a freezing winter night in the forest surrounding the small town of Burgess. Snow weighed down tree branches and frost made it nearly impossible to see out of windows.
Just outside of the town, hidden within the border of the forest, was a lake, layered with ice.
Ice that was not strong enough to handle the weight of the seventeen year old boy and his younger sister.
"It's okay, it's okay! Don't look down...just look at me!"
"Jack, I'm scared!" The
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The ice around our hearts
Is as thick as the snow coating the ground
A boy rolls a snowball
Catching his father's attention
For the first time in years
His eyes are brighter than usual
Jack Frost smiles
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“Better late than never, I guess.”
The first snow of winter. My smirk widens to an actual smile for a moment, letting a small chuckle escape before being busied with a sip, then a long gulp of hot chocolate. Sensitive teeth be damned, I let the low, deep sweetness flood every crevice of my mouth, savoring the warmth as much as the flavor. A saccharine syrup remains on my tongue as I swallow, spilling the heat down through my chest to warm me from the inside out.
It only took ‘til February, I think as I gaze out the window. The snow has resumed, almost as if it had been waiting for me. While I had worked out there, the sky had been silver with clouds, and the air crisp with the scent of ice. The breeze had been slight, if it had been there at all. There wasn’t snow falling like it is now, which would’ve only distracted me and botch up my work. Even now, I can’t real
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How long had it been since it snowed in Cape Town?
Jack Frost could not remember exactly, only that it had been far to long.
The wind and the icy clouds swirled around the Guardian of Fun as he twirled, twisted, and looped around in the sky on his wooden staff creating a small flurry that would soon coat the Cape of Good Hope in a layer of white. Unfortunately the temperate climate of the region allowed for only a light snowfall, but the smiles on the children’s faces at the sight of such a rare treat made it worth it to Jack to extend the immense energy it took to make it snow in South Africa.
He swooped down into the neighborhoods, where children were rushing out of their homes, eyes like pie plates and mouths agape with wonder at the beautiful wintry surprise. They laughed and danced and stuck out their tongues to catch the tiny snowflakes as they fell. The joy in th
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I never liked hospitals.
My footsteps echo off the scrubbed and sanitized walls and ceiling as I make my way down the hall. Fluorescent light bulbs. Over the years, I've come to detest them. They're the dullest of any imitation of the Sun anyone has ever had the stupidity to generate. Everything looks ugly and hopeless under fluorescent lights.
I don't even like the air in a hospital. It's stale with the odor of chemicals and latex, and it puts me on edge. I don't know if it's a marvel of technology or some form of black magic, but I'm always astounded to find each hospital heated to exactly "uncomfortable." No matter how cold it is outside, it always feels colder in a hospital. I could stand outside in 0° weather and it wouldn't feel any colder than "60°" hospital air. It's a rigid, lifeless cold. It
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You were hanging out with your best friend (f/n) at the park. You guys were talking about Jack and how he'll hate coming here for summer. Even though he always visited you, even at the hottest hours. (f/n) also talked about Bunny because she's dating him in his human form. You're not somehow that works since he's immortal and she's human. You thought about what happened if you and Jack dated, but you knew you have no chance since he might only like you as a friend. Besides you and (f/n) believed in Santa, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost since you were kids. You even saw them in person and became really good friends with them.
Out of nowhere, Tooth landed in front of you. You jumped, nearly having a heart attack. (f/n) laughed, but she tried to control it, which wasn't working. Tooth smiled sheepishly while you gave her a dirty look. You hate it when she does tha
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It was a beautiful, still night. The snow that had been falling for the past few hours had finally stopped, leaving behind a crisp, clear moonlit sky filled with thousands upon thousands of stars. The Man in the Moon's smiling face shone down like it was made of crystal ice. The snow upon the ground practically glowed in the moonlight. It had stuck to the branch of every tree, making the world look as if it was covered in marshmallow frosting. The world was silently sleeping, and all was still and peaceful.
It was a sight to behold, but only one pair of eyes would behold it tonight. And that would just so happen to be the creator of this masterpiece; Jack Frost.
Currently the boy was perched in a large tree, admiring his handiwork. He leaned on his staff and let out a low whistle. He had really outdone himself this time!
His snow white hair and rumpled up cloak came alive as a fresh, brisk breeze came across the scene. He closed his ocean blue eyes as the cool ai