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You were a five-year-old girl, running into the snow on Christmas Day. You skipped around your yard throwing snow into the air and giggling as it fell onto you in a shower of sparkles. Your frolicking didn't go unnoticed. A boy with snow white hair and glacier blue eyes stared at you from a nearby tree. Jack Frost leaned on his staff with crossed arms and smiled as he watched you play. The innocent were always his favorite.

You ran along the edge of the forest, kicking up snow as you went. The whiteness around you was like a world you never experienced before. Wanting to see more than what was in your yard, you gazed into the forest behind you. Your mother had always told you to stay on the property, but you thought a peek wouldn't hurt.

Glancing through the window, you made sure your mother was busy cooking before you quickly made your way down the steep bank and into the forest. As soon as you reached the bottom you knew you'd made the right decision. It was white all around you, except for little spots under the trees where the snow had not reached. You stared in amazement at the scenery, not believing anything could be so beautiful.

Jack continued to watch you, his heart warmed by the wonderstruck look on your face. You continued to explore the forest, coming across a wide stream that flowed down the center of the forest. It was all frozen over from the recent storm. You stared at yourself in the reflection of the ice before smiling and taking a step onto the frozen water. It was just then that Jack's smile faded.

Though the stream wasn't big compared to rivers, it was still a good six feet wide. The water on the edges was safe to stand on, but Jack Frost knew his storm hadn't been enough to completely freeze the center. That was a fact you weren't informed of. You laughed as you slid around on the ice until finally you'd reached the middle of the stream.

Crack

Suddenly your laughter ceased. You looked at the ice and realized it was beginning to crack. Fissures began appearing under your feet and suddenly all of your prior joy was converted into fear. "Help!" you called desperately, "Someone, help!"

"Shh, don't panic," a voice came from the edge of the stream. You looked around but didn't see anyone.

"Wh-who's there?" you squeaked.

"It doesn't matter who it is. Listen, I'm going to help you off the ice. Now just stand still ok?" the voice came again. Too scared to argue, you nodded and stood still. Jack raised his staff and sent a layer of ice over the stream. The fissures under your feet closed up and soon you could walk on the ice again. You jumped back onto the bank as quickly as possible and landed in the snow behind you.

"Thanks, Mister," you murmur, "You're like a Christmas miracle."

A chuckle follows your comment, "I'm glad you're ok."

You sat up quickly, remembering something that didn't really make sense. "Excuse me, Mister, but where are you?"

Jack, who happened to be only a few feet away, sighed. "You can't see me, can you?"

"No, Mister. I'm sorry."

Jack smiled at you, even though you couldn't see. "It's alright. No one does. But then again most don't hear me either. I wonder how you can?"

"I don't know, Mister. Maybe I'm special." You grinned brightly at no one in particular.

"Maybe you are."

"By the way, who are you?" you asked curiously, placing your elbows on your knees and resting your chin on your hands.

Jack molded a ball of snow and threw it up and down in the air. "I'm just a snow spirit, the one that creates blizzards and makes it snow…the one who nips at your nose."

You giggled. "That's silly."

"But it's true!" he was laughing too. "Now let's get you back home, huh? I'm sure you're mom's worried."

You got up and dusted some snow from your body. "Ok. Let's go Mr. Snow Spirit." He talked to you the whole way home, asking about what you got for Christmas and whether or not you believed in Santa Claus. "Of course," you'd replied, "Of course I believe in Santa!"

Soon you were back at your house again. You bid the voice goodbye and ran back into the house. Your mother greeted you as you burst into the door. "Where were you?" you asked anxiously, "I was worried sick!"

"Just playing in the snow, Mommy. I met a snow spirit!" Your mother sighed in relief and gave you a hug.

"Go take off those wet clothes. I'll prepare the hot chocolate."

"Ok. Mommy?" a sudden question popped into your mind.

"Yes, Dear?"

"Are there any stories about a snow spirit that nips your nose?"

Your mother pondered over it slightly. "Well," she said slowly, "There is one character that fits that description."

Your face lit up. "Who is it?"

"I believe…hmmm…I think it was Jack Frost," she replied finally.

"Oh," you say as you glance out the window. And just for a moment, you caught a glimpse of him. A boy wearing a frost covered sweatshirt with white hair and blue eyes returned your gaze, and from that day on he knew: You believed.

***

Years had passed since the day you first saw Jack Frost, and still you hadn't forgotten him. Though by now you were a sixeen year old girl, he still held a high place in your heart for saving your life. You hung a snowflake onto the Christmas tree every year in his honor.

Sometimes you wondered if you would ever see him again. The last image you retained of him was bored into your memory and you knew there was no way you could have been imagining it. Every winter you sat in your room and looked outside at the snowy landscape. Sometimes you would bundle up and go back into the forest to try and find him again, but it seemed the more you tried the more he hid.

Most of your mini adventures ended in defeat. You plopped onto the ground with a furrowed brow and melancholy stare, watching two cardinals flit through the branches of the trees.

"Honestly," you murmured to yourself, "If anyone were to see me right now…a high school girl sitting in the middle of the forest, talking to herself. And you know what's worse? She's looking for Jack Frost." You sighed and leaned on the large oak behind you.

A light chuckle alerted you and you sat up quickly. "If you ask me it's weirder that she's talking to herself in third person."

Your eyes widened as you stared at the boy in front of you. He looked the same way he did eleven years ago. Nothing about him seemed to have changed. "Jack…Frost?" you asked, completely bewildered.

"That would be me," he said with a grin. Your heart began pounding. After all these years…such a long wait…you'd finally found him. Or, more accurately, he'd found you.

"So, where have you been all this time?" you asked cautiously, "I have been dying to see you since I was five."

He looked sheepish. "I'm really sorry I haven't been around," he said softly, "I kept wanting to drop by and say hi, but my job doesn't always give me time to chat."

"But eleven years! You could have at least tried to say hello!"

Jack grinned at this. "I have been saying hello," he replied in a mischievous tone, "every winter I stop by and give you a little nip on your nose."

"Have you really?" you asked him skeptically, "I haven't gotten frostbite since I was eight."

"I was there that time you got stuck in a snow drift."

"Why didn't you help me?"

"You screamed at your brother who was trying to lend you a hand. I didn't think it would be safe to approach you right then."

"I—" Finally you stopped throwing criticisms at him. He had a point.

Jack leaned over and offered you a hand, which you took graciously. "You know," he said, once you were standing, "I really never imagined you'd continue believing for so long."

His hand was still holding yours and the ice cold touch sent shivers down your spine. "I couldn't forget," you answered, kicking snow with your feet, "You saved my life."

He didn't speak immediately, allowing his mind to ease back into the past. "It's my job to keep kids safe," he said finally, turning to face you as he did. He was a good head taller, and you had to look up to match his gaze.

"It's a great thing to do," you murmured. Without another word he leaned over and kissed you on the lips. It came so quickly and you were completely unready for it. You'd never let yourself admit it but that kiss was exactly what you'd been hoping to receive all your life. He had been, in a way, your Prince Charming.

Finally, you broke from the kiss. He was beaming at you, and your expression mirrored his. You realized how long he must have had to wait in order to finally approach you again. "Hey, do you think you could do me a favor?" he asked you suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Don't…don't stop believing. Please." His blue eyes pleaded with you.

His request caused you to giggle slightly. "Of course I won't, silly. I'll never forget about you." You smiled reassuringly at him and pecked him lightly on the cheek. "I swear."

***
"Mommy, what are you doing?" a little girl asked, tugging at her mother's sleeve.

"Decorating," you replied brightly, adorning the trees outside with snowflake shaped Christmas lights.

"They're so pretty!" your daughter laughed and grabbed a couple of lights from the box, "Here are some more!"

"Thanks, Honey."

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you like winter so much?"

You knelt down beside your little girl and smiled at her, "What do you mean? Don't you love winter too?"

"I do. But Mommy, you love it!"

You chuckled lightly. "Well, dear, there's actually a very important reason to why I love it so much." Your daughter looked up at you with eager eyes. "I met the coolest person ever to walk this planet."

"What was his name?" she asked excitedly.

"What is his name, you mean," you replied with a small smile, "His name is Jack Frost."
Merry Christmas/Christmas Eve!!!

A little Jack Frost X Reader piece I did to celebrate the winter season. I watched Rise of the Guardians last night and OH MY GOSH. I have fallen in love with Jack Frost.

Go watch it if you haven't and I hope you enjoyed the story!

~Lu

Edit: Since people keep asking, no you did not have a child with Jack. If anyone's ever watched Peter Pan II, you're in a similar situation to Wendy Darling where you grew up and started a family of your own, but never forgot c:
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Zeldaloverrrrrrrr Mar 10, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
Love itttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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KannaSohma808 Mar 12, 2014  New member Student Writer
i agree
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:iconlu-chan11:
Haha thank you <3
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daniepines Feb 28, 2014  Student Digital Artist
AHHHH TOO ADORABLE :iconblushuplz:
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:iconlu-chan11:
Aww thank you ;u;
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:iconaironfay:
CUUUUUTE! so cute!!! X D 

WAIT HOLD UP!!!!!!!!!...... do I have a CHILD with Jack Frost???!!!
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:iconlu-chan11:
Thank you <3

Haha no, you eventually grew up and got married to another man c:
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GlowKit Oct 15, 2013  Student Writer
i did little fangirl squeal when i red the last few sentences!~ i love this so much :'D
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:iconlu-chan11:
Thank you so much <33 ;u;
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:iconbananaboat123:
Did I have a child with someone else or...? Cuz I'm not sure.
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