50 degrees.

She put on a thick, heavy jacket over the one she was already wearing and struggled to pull up the zipper. Alas, the countless layers of winter garments she was wearing forbade her from so much as bending her arms. She shook her head and sighed in anguish. The jacket was hopelessly tossed aside as she gathered all her courage and stepped out the door. She groaned and was troubled by the sight of her vaporous breath as it dispersed into nothingness. Her teeth chattered; her body convulsed in sudden shivers. Trudging down the sidewalk, she dreaded the fact that she had to walk back to her aunt's house.

Little did she know, her inexperienced ways were amusing playful eyes.

He could tell she was from somewhere tropical. Her auburn skin had never felt the cold sting of a snowflake. He smiled mischievously and slinked towards her. Once his face was mere inches from her, he let out an icy breath of air that started at her neck and traveled down her spine. She yelped and turned around, yet saw no one. Shrugging it off, she continued her stroll as the boy watched from afar and chuckled, enjoying his new plaything. He lowered his hands to the ground like a predator stalking its prey. All of a sudden, ice started to form on the sidewalk. The girl obliviously walked over the ice and slipped backwards. She grumbled about the ridiculous weather and yet again went on her way. With eyes full of mischief, he decided he was going to play one last trick on her. He clutched his hands together and created a perfectly round snowball out of thin air. Then he flung it towards her. It burst as it hovered over her head.

Out of the blue, a snowflake landed on her cheek.

She stopped as if she were frozen in place.

Slowly raising her hand to her cheek, she felt the cold wet residue of the snowflake. Her head snapped up to see the wondrous snow was memorizing and it felt so strange on her skin. As if in a trance, she began to take off her jacket. One by one she removed the layers of clothing until she was down to a shirt and jeans. She stared intently at the snowflakes landing on her arm.

An alien to this new wonder…

The boy smiled. She was a rare flower in his eyes. Most girls in the cold areas he's gone to were more or less the same: rosy cheeks; straight blonde hair; blue or green eyes; fair skinned… But to see a tan, brown eyed, curly black haired Latin girl was pretty uncommon. It did happen on some occasions, although usually they were accustomed to the cold already and no fun to play with. She looked like she was twelve years old. He wondered if she believed.

Her fingers were numb, but the falling snow put her in a trance. Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from above.

"It's only 50 degrees! You're not from here, are you?"

She gasped and looked up to find a boy floating above her head.

"Y-you did this? You're… You're Jack F-f-frost!"

She stuttered while she talked, due to the cold weather and the shock of seeing Jack Frost. He smiled childishly.

"So you do believe! Most kids your age don't…"

Her lips quivered as the cold started to really affect her. Jack noticed and helped her put her jacket on.

"What's your name and where are you from?"

She really had expected an apology, but wasn't truly upset about not getting one. After all, he was Jack Frost.

"Kiana… My name is Kiana. I'm from Puerto Rico."

He threw his head back and laughed.

"You're going to make a perfect toy."