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AN: Okay, this is a story that has been floating around in my head for quite a while now, although with the new Santa Clause movie coming out this fall, after its release will probably not make a whole lot of sense. For the record, READ THIS FIRST. My version of Jack Frost has nothing to do with the one portrayed in the movie! I wrote this before I even knew they were doing a movie with Jack Frost in it. Therefore, after it comes out, don't be writing me saying "You're Jack is nothing like the one in the movie." That's because he's not...He's a totally different character on the whole with totally different values ect.

Tegan on the other hand is a totally made up character who has nothing to do with the upcoming movie, so read on.

Note: And for those who are wondering, this will be a Bernard fiction in some sorts, although of which I'm not exactly sure.

Tegan Frost: A Protégé's Story

Chapter 1- Sparse Introductions

Tegan Frost was different and always had been. It wasn't her appearance, although as uncanny and pale as she did look, and it wasn't her detached and sheltered personality. It was her gift to create the snows of winter that set her apart from everyone else around her. But winter wasn't always there and when it did come, it signified one of the largest holidays across the globe. Tegan on the other hand did not enjoy this holiday and so therefore did not understand the need of winter.

At one point in time, Tegan Frost loved Christmas. She loved the toys, she loved the family time spent together and she loved the spirit of giving. Every Christmas morning she would awake and rush downstairs to the living room and like every other year stare in awe at the tree and wonder who or what had done such a wonderful thing.

On top of that, every year her Uncle Jack would travel from far away and a place she couldn't name mostly because her parents never told her. He would spend a week with them and for that one week of the year she was the happiest in her life.

But one Christmas morning she woke up and her life would never be the same. She rushed downstairs and with her Mom, Dad and Uncle Jack, they opened their presents. Finally, only one was left and she knew exactly who it was from. Her Uncle always had a way of hiding his gift to her till the very last; it had been the same way since she was 4. But this year and this gift felt special and she knew this one, this one present from her Uncle would be his most profound gift ever. And she was right.

Inside the brown paper parcel wrapped up in string was a crystalline figure of a snowflake made of seemingly impossible and unmeltable ice. The day was clear, just like the ice in her hands and no clouds loomed over head. But in that one moment, the moment where she opened the gift and saw this beautifully bestowed work of art that her Uncle had so carefully given, snow began to fall. Happiness grew in her eyes and soon the window behind her was full of flakes that fell from the heavens. And when her Uncle saw this, he smiled. Her parents simply gasped in awe, and even though Tegan had no idea that she was causing such a miracle, somehow in that tiny moment she felt unreal.

It was in that moment that the spirit of giving was passed on through her parents and to her Uncle because little did she know at the time that he indeed was Jack Frost, Father of Winter. Her parents gave Tegan to her Uncle and with that grew confusion and embitterment for no longer did she understand that happiness and spirit of Christmas. Tears fell from her eyes, but the only froze as they touched her cheek. Her Uncle simply proceeded to dust them away.

It had always been a possibility, her Uncle had told her parents; a possibility that that child would possess the gift of winter. And even though she loved her Uncle dearly, she couldn't understand how easily he could accept this gift of a child her parents had given him. They had given her to Jack to be trained, so that one day she too could master the art of winter and flourish like he had before her.

But as the years passed by, Tegan's gift grew worse and ever since that fatal incident, could she not produce a snow fall. She couldn't bring herself to create the insignia of a happy Christmas because she herself now knew none. And when she found out of her lasting longevity, her heart sank deeper.

Ice, yes. Frost, of course. She could even create slush and trembling winds, but no snow came from her finger tips. But as the years went on and Christmas after Christmas passed, no longer did her Uncle hope for her, but grew frustrated and with the years of failure, her Uncle grew cold and distant and both came to embody the cold-hearted figures only read about in fairy-tales.

Her Uncle, her poor and endeavored Uncle grew cold and bitter to the point of hatred and one day while helping him remove his coat, their fingers by chance touched and she realized they were covered in a thin layer of frost. His eyes, once a warm grey had receded into an icy blue and his lips were tinged with purple. His hair, like hers, was now composed of frost and ice, its chestnut brown a faded thing of the past. A once handsome man full of love and caring was now nothing but the cold-hearted bastard she had never dreamed possible to exist.

"Such a pair we make, my dear Uncle" she said one morning as they stood in a uncanny meeting a front a mirror. He eyed his niece and saw she was no longer the adoring blonde headed, blue eyed 10 year old he had taken as child. Instead she was a spitting imagine of himself: icy skinned, brittle haired, frost covered lipped, complete with her own pair of cold, deceptive blue eyes witch of winter. This was not what he had planned.

"A pair indeed" he said with a little more then a touch of malice. "But none the less we were once something more."

She nodded in agreement.

And at that moment, Jack decided Tegan needed help. And that was why Jack Frost, father of all things cold and bitter enlisted in the help of Santa Claus; a man he had grown to hate for turning his niece into such a monster. Why is it that she, a child who deserves nothing less then happiness had been bestowed with such immense dislike for her own calling and all at the hands of the image of a perfect Christmas? He knew no reason then the big man himself.

She was to live at the North Pole in the center of all things good to learn and to experience the true meaning of Christmas. And if this failed, then Jack knew of nothing he could do. He only hoped the Clause's could help her realize what Christmas really meant and with that could come the snows that followed.

And so began the saga of Tegan Frost, one that was meant for greatness but had somehow tripped at the starting line and with the hopes of humanity could still rectify a daunting second place in the running.

Let her story begin.

AN: An interesting piece I put together in my spare time...coincidently the 3rd Santa Clause Movie which is due out this fall also involves a Jack Frost, but this story has nothing to do with him. From what I hear his character is a little more humoristic then my version of Jack, so just to rectify that...Read and Review and I'm over and out-ox