Author's Notes:

I started writing this fic last year in my Bio class when I got bored. I took it home and typed it all out. Recently I decided that I'd revisit it and change things around, add some paragraphing, indents, more description and such. A really hard core edit. To be blunt, the beta, I guess you could call it, was really bad. I don't write fic much so tell me what you think! c:

Chapter 1: The First Frost

It was a cool, crisp, autumn Saturday morning and leaves were falling off the tress all over the small town of Burgess where Jack was distributing the first frost of the season. The first frost wasn't one of Jacks favourite things to do, but it sure was high on the list. He always loved blowing wind around and making frost in certain places that would disrupt the daily lives of the citizens. It was fun for him, since not many people could see him, it was one of the few things he enjoyed doing as the frost spirit.

As the cold air blew around, Jack swept some leaves off a few trees; this however, was not one of the parts in being the frost spirit Jack enjoyed. The small central park had many trees, and for winter to come properly, he had to blow the leaves off the trees. Occasionally Jack would blow a single leaf around until it caught some wind he wasn't controlling and followed it around for a while to entertain himself.

While doing his daily duties as the frost spirit, Jack slacked off a little and was following a leaf floating in the wind when he spotted a small boy wearing a blue toque and short brown hair poking out from under the hat wandering the trails of the park. "Jamie!" Jack said under his breath, he couldn't believe he had found Jamie just wandering the park like this! But he seemed different from before, not that Jack cared all that much, he hadn't seen his friend in such a long time he just wanted to talk to him and have some fun.

Jack rushed over to greet the boy only to find out that it wasn't Jamie, but a boy that looked almost identical to him. The boy turned around to face Jack and his jaw dropped, the boy stared at the guardian in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; could it really be Jack Frost? The Jack Frost?! Jack was a little confused, could this boy see him? Is that why he was acting so strangely? It had to be.

"Jack Frost! You're Jack Frost! Aren't you?!" The boy cried out excitedly. Even though Jack was a guardian and had believers now, not too many children knew who 'Jack Frost the Guardian of Fun' was. Then there was this boy, not only did he see jack, but he knew exactly who he was too! Jack nodded slightly, unable to find the words to reply to the boy with.

"It is you! You're Jack Frost!" The boy cried ecstatic, pointing at Jack. Keeping his eyes on Jack the boy turned to run away, almost tripping over himself in his excitement. Concerned for the boy, Jack reached out to grab the boy's shoulder, "I've got to go tell dad!" The boy cried, over his shoulder in Jack direction as he started to run down the path, out of the park and towards his house.

As the boy ran towards his house Jack flew behind him, tapping his staff on things as he flew by, distributing frost throughout the town. As he did this Jack hid behind trees and bushes so that he wouldn't be spotted. As they passed through the town no one seemed to notice Jack, except a dog that barked at him. People always said that animals had a sixth sense, he guessed that they were able to sense spirits as well, though dogs didn't seen to bark at him all that often. How ever, this dog didn't seem to make a difference, his owner simply scolding him for barking and continued walking in the opposite direction.

The small brunette turned a corner walking through an empty lot and pushed aside a loose board in the fence and stepped through it into the back yard of an familiar looking, average sized crimson coloured house.

There was a small patch of ice at the bottom of the back steps of the house where the boy was headed. Jack just knew that he would slip on it since he didn't seem to be paying attention to anything around him. Sure enough, the boy slipped on the ice and was about to fall forward onto the steps in front of him when Jack blew a burst of air in his direction helping him catch his balance so that he didn't fall. "Thanks Jack!" The boy called out, not even bothering to look back, he just knew that Jack was to thank.

The boy opened the back door to the house and threw off his shoes, hat and jacket onto the floor and ran down the hall and up the stair case to get his father. "Dad! Dad!" Jack could hear the boy call to his father as he ran inside the house. Jack stood outside the doorway and sighed, he hadn't been inside anyone's house for a long time, not that it really mattered though, it's not like many people could see him anyway.