AN: Hello, I would just like to explain a few things before we begin. This is my first ROTG fic, I have not read the books, and I do not own the rights. In this story, I have created my own character and put them in an event that happens a year after the movie. I also have a passion for snowflakes. I think they are winter's greatest unsung beauties and I will touch on this. The main thing I wish to clarify is that I will refer to a singular snowflake as a "snow crystal" since this is more scientifically correct. The term snowflake (I think it's a poetic term), can refer to a cluster. Anyway, enjoy.

(Present)

A boy in a blue sweatshirt flipped in the wind and spun into a landing on a tree. He grinned at the obviously dull town below him in the valley. That was why he was here. What else would a guardian of fun do? He waved his hand across the sky, releasing the stores of snowflakes from the clouds. He was still a moment, blue eyes studying the falling crystals. A big crystal drifted near his gaze and he caught it on a finger. A look of awe crossed the pale face as the intricately designed flake turned on his finger. He grinned as the breeze picked up the ice form and carried it away.

"Definitely one of the best." The boy stated with a chuckle, "I'll have to give my regards...after this town livens up." The breeze grew stronger and took him towards the town. That was when Jack Frost really got to work. With a laugh on the wind, and a chill to his touch, he cured the town of it's boredom. It wasn't long till he had a whole group of children laughing and playing in his winter of fun.

Jack Frost chucked another snowball into the fray as the kids started creating their forts and militarizing their efforts. The winter spirit laughed in enjoyment. A little snow went a long way to make any old town fun. Or how was it put? Nothing a bit of snow can't help.

Then he sensed it. It was like something had tugged at a part of him. It was similar to the same feeling that had jabbed at him when Pitch broke his staff but this was less severe. Less direct. It was more like a tickle compared to that incident.

A child whined as they looked up at the sky. With a gasp, Jack shifted his gaze up as well. He hadn't told the clouds to stop snowing. With worry knitting his brow, the spirit floated into the air and held out his hand to the clouds. Nothing. They refused to give any more snowflakes. Trying a different tactic, Jack asked for snow crystals with just plain hexagon shapes and it worked.

Asking the wind for all it's speed, the winter spirit launched away. His expression was serious. There was one reason why the uniquely designed snowflakes would not fall...and that was if there was something wrong with the designer.

(300 years ago)

A boy wearing a brown cape was curled at the base of a tree. His white head bowed and his hands covered his face. Every now and then his shoulders would shake and a near silent sob would sound. The cool breeze ruffled his hair as if trying to comfort the boy but he did not respond to the gesture.

"Hello." A soothing voice shot the boy into panic. The staff that had been beside him was now raised and he posed defensively on the ground. Icey blue eyes wild with fear and cheeks still stained with tears. What meet his gaze was only a girl about five years his elder. She wore a white dress with layers that shimmered in the breeze. Her sky blue eyes and long white hair were the most stunning.

"Y-you can see me?" The boy muttered, staring into her gaze.

The girl nodded with a bright smile. "Indeed, I am the same as you." She seemed to glide forward and kneel in front of him, her shimmering dress revealing an intricate pattern inlaid in the layers. "Well not exactly the same, but similar." Her broad smile had the boy captivated. It took a minute till he realized he was still threatening her with his staff and quickly lowered it.

"My name is Crystal," She said softly.

A still silence stretched between them before the boy realized she wanted a response and stuttered an answer, "J-Jack...Jack Frost...my name...my name is Jack Frost." Being reminded of his awakening, his gaze shifted to the moon.

"The moon told you?" Jack shot a glance at Crystal who had also looked up to the moon. Sadness touched her eyes but not her ever constant smile. It took a moment till her eyes met his again. "He also told me my name."

Crystal lifted her hand and a small speck of ice grew above her palm. The ice turned end over end as branches expanded from the center and then each branch was lined with more branches. The tips grew in size and then layered like the facets of a diamond.

"I create all the snow crystals." Her eyes darted up to his and a grin formed at the corner of her lips, "What can you do?"