Hello, readers! I watched this movie last night and absolutely loved it! I instantly fell in love with Jack's character, and he just got increasingly better as the movie went on. I loved the struggles he went through, and the parallels between him and Pitch were brilliant. Anyway, the moment I started it, I knew I wanted to write a fanfiction. I came up with the idea fairly quickly, but it took me a day to be able to start writing it. I'm not sure how long this will be. The next update will be in a week or so because I'm headed to New York in the morning.
Since this is a prologue, it is short, but the following ones will be longer.
I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own "Rise of the Guardians"
The First Snow
Cold. Numbing, biting cold. The cold that heightens the senses and slows the body. It was that cold that jolted Marie awake. Cream lids decorated with dark lashes fluttered open to reveal bright green eyes. Panic seized her heart as the young girl's mind tried to make sense of the cold that had her in its grasp and sent wracking shivers throughout her small frame.
Pushing a stray black curl out of her face, she sat up, the sheets falling from her shoulders to a pile at her waist. Bright eyes searched the dark room for what had woken her. As her sputtering heart calmed down, she sighed and went to lay back down when something caught her eye. Her green eyes widened as she threw the covers off her legs and jumped out of bed, the chilling cold forgotten. Small feet carried her to the window. Kneeling on the window seat, she pressed her dainty hands against the cold glass and set her forehead against the damp glass.
A gleeful laugh passed her lips as her shining eyes fell on the first snowfall of the year. Giggling as she watched the snow flurries dance on the wind, her finger idly traced patterns in the frost on her window. Her eyes drank in the bright white against the darkness of night. As her eyes scanned over a golden patch of light from the streetlamp, a shadow dashed through it. Marie slammed her face closer against the glass, her eyes wide. Just as she began to withdraw, self-doubt entwined in her thoughts, she spied a blue sweater and silver hair.
A small gasp passed her lips as she spotted a boy walking on the phone wire across the street: icicles dropping from where his bare feet stepped and a stick clasped in his hands held out in front of him. The boy paused a moment and then jumped, flipping in the air twice before gently landing on the wire again. The young girl let out a small laugh of joy before racing out of her room and down the hall to the living room where her mother sat watching a movie.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" the young girl cried as she jumped onto the sofa next to her mother.
The older woman paused her movie and looked at her daughter with smiling eyes. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
Marie bit her lip nervously. Her mother laughed at the reaction and slipped her arm around her shoulders. "What, dear?" the woman asked gently.
"There's a boy outside!" the raven haired girl cried gleefully. "He was walking on the wires! C'mon! Come see!"
The little girl grasped her mother's hand and dragged her off the sofa and pulled the woman behind her into her room. She pushed her mother to the window and sat her down on the window seat. The young girl clambered on after her mother and eagerly looked outside. Her bright eyes flitted around the white blanketed world, searching for the boy. When she couldn't find any sign of silver hair or a blue sweater she dejectedly turned to her mother. The older woman gave her a sad smile before patting her lovingly on the head.
"He was there!" the young girl insisted. "I saw him, Mommy! He was really there!"
"I believe you," the girl's mother said without hesitation.
"Where'd he go?" Marie asked through sniffles and glistening eyes.
"I don't know, sweetie."
"Who was he?"
The older woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "It just snowed; maybe it was Jack Frost."
Marie's eyes widened with delight. She ran to her bed, snatched a blanket and dragged it to the window. Wrapping herself in the pale blue blanket, she curled up on the cushions of the window seat. Her mother gave a small laugh and lovingly kissed her head before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
Bright green eyes stared out of the misted window. But, slowly the brightness dimmed and heavy eyelids began to droop. Eventually, the green eyes were cloaked in sleep and gentle, steady breathing passed her small lips. So deep in sleep was the little girl that she missed the crystal blue eyes that peered into the window and the gentle breath that painted the glass with ice.
