Forgotten Snowflake.

Chapter 1

Ib walked out from the Art Gallery and sighed. This was the last week of the Guertena exhibition. The curator said that they would put it up again eventually but Ib still felt sad. She visited every day so far and her mother told Mary to give her some alone time, which Mary didn't enjoy. It has also been snowing for 3 days now. Ib stepped carefully down the steps so she won't trip on them, for it was covered in ice. However, she slipped anyway. She landed on her stomach and winced. Her ankle hurt. 'I must've twisted it.' Ib thought.

"Are you alright, little Lady?"

Ib gasped. "Gary?" She turned to see a floating teenager with white hair and a blue hoodie and torn pants. He also acquired a staff.

"Who's Gary?" The teen asked.

"I don't know…" Ib whispered then winced again when her ankle hurt more.

"Here, let me help you up." He extended a hand towards her.

"Thank you…" Ib said while taking the hand.

The teen smiled warmly, even if he felt like ice. Ib gasped as she thought of a man with Purple hair and a torn blue coat. Smiling at her while holding her hand.

"Hello?" The teen asked. Ib gasped as she realized he was carrying her. "It's ok. I won't drop you. Here, I'll take you somewhere. My fault that the ice was there anyway." With that, they flew into the air. Ib didn't show much emotion but on the inside she was squealing.

"Who are you?" Ib said over the wind whirling past her ear. He noticed this and they landed on a tree nearby.

"My name is Jack Frost." Jack chuckled while shaking Ib's hand. "And yours?"

"Ib." She muttered. She didn't mind Jack but this was probably her imagination. Her mother did tell her and Mary about Jack Frost last Winter so it would make sense that she dreamt of him. She wouldn't mind waking up now but that doesn't explain her ankle which is still in pain. She shut her eyes to try to ignore the pain until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see two blue crystals staring back.

"I'm sorry Ib, I forgot about your ankle." He smiled apologetically and he touched her ankle. She shivered at first. From the pain and cold then it turned into a dull chill. She sighed. "Better?"

"Yes…thank you Gar-" She closed her mouth before she finished that word. Why did she keep saying that?

Jack noticed her expression and in curiosity sat across from her. "Do I look like someone you know? You keep calling me 'Gary'. Why is that? I doubt there are guys with white hair like me. "

Ib froze. She looked straight into Jack's eyes and pleaded her mind to make her move but she just stood there, mouth agape for she was going to answer. Then it came. "Gary…is my hero and I want him back."

Jack looked confused but pressed no further. Instead he changed the subject. "So I'm guessing you're a believer? How old are you? 9?"

Ib thought over the questions and answered. "I am 11 years old and I believe in you, Jack Frost."

"Cool." Jack shrugged. "Do you know if any of your friends believe in me? We could all have a snowball fight before I leave at the end of winter."

"I don't have any friends. Mary is my only friend. I don't need anyone else." Ib spat. "She and I promised to be together forever."

Jack looked concerned. "Then why are you crying?"

Ib noticed the tears down her face and quickly wiped the away. She was really out of sorts for a while now.

Jack then flinched for a second then seemed to glare at something in the corner of his eye. Ib was scared to look so she just acted like nothing was there and stared at Jack. In the corner of her eye though was Blond Yellow and Moss green. Blue as well.

"Well let's get you home." Jack chirped. He picked up Ib and she directed them to her house. She decided to not ask him what he was glaring at.

A creature sat there watching closely. "She is mine. Mine forever. Don't Interfere."

Ib stared at a photo on her wall. Jack left an hour ago so she just sat in her room staring at a photo of her and Mary smiling together. Why does she cry sometimes when she thinks of the term 'Together Forever'? And who the hell is Gary?!

"I'm Home!" Mary called from the front door. Ib rolled her eyes then went to the window. A full moon above her. It will be a while before Mary finds her so she did this.

"Please…please tell me what I'm missing. What is happening to me? Who is Gary and Mary? Mary is my sister but she still feels like a stranger to me! Please…I have nobody else to depend on…" Ib cried out sadly. She never really talked or showed much reaction to things but she felt miserable.

'Forgotten Portrait.'

"Huh?" Ib sniffed. She looked at her room but no one was there. The voice sounded quiet and wisped as if it was the wind. She felt puzzled but chose to think about it later. She had to go greet Mary.

"You talk to her and not me? Sheesh." Jack pouted. "Three hundred years for me, three Minutes for her. I get it, there must be a reason but come on!"