It has been five years since the Guardians and a small group of eight-year-old children defeated Pitch Black. The Boogeyman did not die, of course-he is needed for something; something big. Something bad. The source of his powers-necromancy, if you will-was not given to him by the Man in the Moon.
Pitch Black rises up with allies this time. Hades, Loki, Jörmungandr; all the villainous Greek and Norse gods, including an old human friend, Hans, teaming together to prove the prophecy of Ragnarök. These powerful antagonists of local myths and legends cannot be stopped-not until the end of the world. At least, the Guardians can't stop them. Only one person can.
Elsa of Arendelle went off the grid for centuries after she left her kingdom. The minute she discovers of the plan to unleash horrendous death and poverty on innocent civilians, a voice speaks to her. The Snow Queen flees to find Jack Frost, her friend from back when she was still ruling her Scandinavian kingdom. Although it has been ages since they had last seen each other's faces, they must work together to cease the destruction of Earth. This is how the beginning of the end commenced.
Jack Frost had forgotten about his gifted friend. The memories of the joyous moments in Arendelle had vanished from his mind. As he and the other four Guardians formed alliances with Elsa and the Norse and Greek gods (the ones on the good side), the winter spirit recalls the events. Everything that had happened during his time in the Norwegian region; arguments, romantic walks, flying. And being aroused.
The flashbacks of his feelings towards the young woman with beautiful blue orbs rushed back to him. The flashbacks of such intimacy throbbing in his mind. All the sweet kisses. The marvelous time when they had first met. It was all so perfect.
But nothing lasts forever.
I do not own the characters of ROTG and/or Frozen, nor do I take credit for the Greek and Norse mythology.
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