Hello lovely readers! ^_^
About the story: It is set as in 'The Princess Bride' movie/book, so this story will be comical and fluffly, almost like a fun take on classic fairy tales. It will help you to watch the movie, but it is not required to enjoy the fun!
Read guide: I'll cut between 'present time' (Jamie & co.) and the tale (Jack & co.) by means of breakers :)
A/N: So, this is my second crossover fanfiction. Even though the main pairing will be Jelsa (Jack Frost x Elsa), since it's my personal choice, I do hope you read it whether you ship it or not, because I wrote it to be for all Rise of the Guardians and Frozen fans that want to have some laughs ;)
Cover image: I made it! It imitates The Princess Bride movie cover. You can see more art related to this story by clicking on "The Princess Bride AU" link in the description of my tumblr: aelfethart.
Remember that I'd love to know what you think of it! Have fun!
Chapter I - A Classic Tale
It was an awfully grey day outside. The wind and rain tapped against the window, but Jamie didn't mind the weather that much. He had to stay inside anyways. It was his fourth day in bed with the flu, and he was starting to get really bored. He already read his favourite books, drew enough drawings to cover the entire fridge and he was getting so tired of playing videogames.
He coughed a couple of times while looking at the small screen of his portable console. There were two knocks on the door, and then his mother entered the room.
"Hi honey" she said, approaching to him carrying a tray with an afternoon snack. She left it in the table nearby and touched Jamie's forehead. "Are you feeling any better?"
"I'm not bad…" Jamie sighed, while her mother took back the tray from the table and he saved the game.
"Here, have a sandwich and some juice." She smiled, kindly accommodating the tray over Jamie's legs. "You need some energy."
"I need some fun!" the boy replied. "I don't know what else I can do…" he pouted while sucking from the juice's straw.
His mother grinned. "Well, guess what?"
"What?" he mumbled, unimpressed.
She looked back at the door making signs with her arm, and Sophie appeared in the room. She approached to Jamie's bed carrying what looked like a small wrapped gift.
"A gift!" giggled the blond girl after stumbling against the bed's cover.
Jamie's face lighted up instantly. He left his sandwich back in the tray and took the small package.
"A book!" he exclaimed after quickly tearing the wrapping paper. "'The Princess Bride'... Are you sure this is for me, Sophie?" Jamie looked at his little sister, his voice hinting some disappointment.
"Yes, it is" his mother replied, taking the book in her hands. "It was my favourite book when I was your age, and my grandfather used to read it to me when I was sick, and now I'm gonna read it to you."
"Ugh, because you were a girl!" said Jamie. "I'd rather hear about vikings and dragons!"
"Dragons!" laughed Sophie, playing with a stuffed animal.
"Don't be silly!" her mother softly hit his arm with the book. "It's not just about a princess. It has fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles…" she added convincingly.
"Well then, it doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake…." Jamie said sarcastically, making himself comfortable in the bed.
"Ha-ha-ha! How kind of you..." his mother replied while helping Sophie to sit at the foot of Jamie's bed. Then she grabbed the book again and opened it on the first chapter.
Elsa was raised on a small farm in the country of Florin. She lived happily with her parents and had many pastimes, but what she liked to do the most was to ride her horse and taunt the farm boy that lived there. Actually, he was more of a young man now, but he had been a boy when he had come to work for Elsa's family.
His name was Jack, but she never called him that.
Truth was, Jack had a small family, consisting of his mother, Mrs. Overland, and his little sister Lotte. They lived in a humble cottage next to the village. They were poor, so Jack had gone to work for Mr. Andersen since he was old enough to do so. The boy had moved to the farm, free to go home only every other Sunday. Jack lived in a hovel out near the animals and, according to Elsa's mother, he kept it clean. He even read when he had candles.
Elsa didn't remember the exact moment the boy came to work for them. It seemed like he had always been there, just as the cows and the chickens, like he was part of the farm itself. Hence, she'd still call him 'farm boy'.
One would have expected Elsa, being an only child, to grow friendly and easygoing, eager for friendship and company. In fact, she once was quite a sweet girl, but with time, she grew a bit of an introvert, despite having some friends in the village willing to spend their playtime with her. But whatever the reasons for her cold and distant demeanor were, it shouldn't come as a surprise, taking into account that Elsa's prefered company was Horse (that was the horse's name). And one cannot expect to learn social skills from a horse.
But Elsa loved her horse. It came when she called it, went where she steered it, did what she told it.
The farm boy did what she told him too.
"Farm boy, fetch me this"; "Get me that, farm boy, quickly, lazy thing, trot now or I'll tell father."
"As you wish."
That was all he ever answered.
"As you wish." Fetch that, farm boy. "As you wish." Dry this, farm boy. "As you wish."
Of course, Elsa had noticed this. At first, she didn't give it much importance, but later, when she was already fifteen, she began to think about the boy's strange attitude towards her. Elsa thought he was only teasing her, so she kept ordering him around, but he kept answering the same, with a bright smile always curving his lips. How can he be happy about it?, she wondered. He played it for too long to be a mere joke. Elsa began to feel really curious, but she was too proud -and probably shy- to ask.
"I'll leave the lad an acre in my will," Elsa's father was fond of saying. This time, it was during dinner.
"You'll spoil him," Elsa's mother -always- answered.
"He's slaved for many years; hard work should be rewarded." Mr. Andersen took a sip of his ale.
Then, rather than continue the argument, they would both turn on their daughter.
"You didn't bathe?" her father said.
"Of course I did" replied Elsa, a bit of annoyance showing in. Elsa was, in fact, a beautiful young girl, but primarily on potential, certainly not on any particular care she took of herself. For example, she was sick of combing her platinum blond hair and did so as little as possible, securing her locks on a tight and simple side braid.
"Not with soap," her father continued. "You reek like a stallion."
"I've been riding all day!" Elsa explained, while grabbing some bread. "It must be the clothes."
"You should have changed then, Elsa" her mother joined in. "The boys don't like girls to smell of stables."
"Oh, the boys!" Elsa fairly exploded. "I do not care about the boys. Horse loves me and that is quite sufficient, thank you."
She said that speech loud, and she said it often.
But, like it or not, things were beginning to happen.