My updates will be irregular, so I apologize. I had the idea for this fanfic and decided to finally start it. I don't usually write in first person, so hopefully it's not too bad. Don't forget to review!

Chapter 1

Why am I here, what am I meant to do? That, I've never known. And part of me wonders if I ever will. Darkness was the first thing I remember. It was so dark and so cold, like I was trapped in the depths of an endless frozen lake. The only thing that broke through the darkness was moonlight. It was in a dark forest, at a frozen pond under the light of the full moon, that I awoke for the first time. That's when I discovered what I could do.

I have this rough and crooked wooden staff that I use. It's curved at one end. You know, like one of those things shepherds use? With one touch I can freeze ponds and plants and roads. I bring winter. I cause blizzards, I make it snow. I'm the one who brings the chill in the dead of winter. I ride on the wind, bringing winter wherever I go. To me, everything is cold.

I'm Jack Frost.

How do I know that? I mean, I don't have any memories before the forest. Well, the moon told me. It's the only thing he's ever told me. Apart from my name, he hasn't told me anything. Not about why I'm here or how I got here. And he probably never will. I've been all over this world. I've seen thousands of countries and cities. I know what the valleys look like in winter and the way the mountains glisten with fresh snow. I've seen the way frost sparkles on the petals of flowers, closed and waiting for spring to come.

You might be thinking, "Wow, that sounds beautiful. It must be amazing to see stuff like that." And you're right. It's pretty neat. But it gets old. It's lonely and cold. I'm always alone. A solitary existence. And you know what the worst part is? No one can see me. No one knows who I am. No one believes. I'm just a whisper—a rumor. I'm just a myth.

So what's the point? Why the heck am I here?

I've thought that a thousand times, during these hundreds of years I've been around. But as I was bringing winter to this little kingdom called Arendelle—a place at the foot of the mountains and at the edge of the ocean—something happened.

The night was cold, like always, as I glided on the wings of the northern wind. It guided me through the streets as I brought a light snowfall to start off the winter. The buildings were wooden, with ornate carvings and paintings. It was quaint. You could see the history in the city. And towering high above the pointed roofs was a large wooden castle. The gates stood wide. Many of the lights in the city had long since gone out, but some still glowed in the darkness. The brightest of all was in a large window, high in the palace.

Curious, I landed on the sill. I didn't even make a sound as I crouched on the cold, polished wood. Through the glass, I could see them. A tall man with light hair, almost blond, stood over a large four-poster bed. He was broad shouldered and wore a suit that was lavishly decorated. It was embroidered with gold thread and he held himself with an air of importance. Lying on the bed was a woman with brown hair. She wore a warm night gown. And in her arms she was holding a small bundle. But I couldn't see what it was. It squinted, resting my hand on the glass. As I did so, frost stretched across the window, obscuring my view.

"Man! I can't see!"

Carefully I pushed the window open a crack. The cold breeze blew out the candle. The man looked up, startled. I darted in just before he closed the window.

"Blasted wind," the man muttered. "It's so cold tonight."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well it's winter. Better get used to it, old man."

"To be born on such a cold night. I should have realized it was a sign," the man said.

The woman looked up at him. I approached the bed slowly. Something felt off. I don't know how to describe it. It was like there was a disturbance on the wind that made me shiver. Me! The bringer of winter, of all people! But it's true. It was weird. Something had happened that I'd never seen before in my hundreds of years on this earth. The room held an odd chill, despite the roaring fire blazing in the hearth. As I crept closer, I could see the rosy face of a baby in the bundle the woman held. It was a girl. She had blonde hair, almost white. And her skin almost gleamed, the way a fresh snow does in the moonlight. That's when I saw it.

Frost.

It wasn't something I had done. No. It was on the baby blanket. The blanket was freezing. Frost crept from the baby's fingers and was slowly freezing the blanket she was wrapped in.

"What the…?" It surprised me.

"What should we do?" the woman asked, looking right through me, at her husband.

"I don't know," the man admitted slowly. "To think that our daughter, our first child, would be cursed."

"You call this a curse?" They couldn't hear me, of course. "What's so bad about that?"

"I'm sure we'll figure it out," he said. "Maybe we can find a way to cure it. But it won't change the fact that she's our daughter. And some day she'll have to succeed us. So we can't fail her."

The woman nodded slowly. The man walked right through me, not even noticing that I was even there. He bent down and scooped up the baby from his wife's arms and carried her off to the crib by the hearth. He laid the baby down, cradling her in warm blankets. He gently caressed the baby's face.

"Good night, Elsa."

I approached the crib as the man went back to the bedside. Peering down at the little girl sleeping soundly, snuggled safely in her blankets, I couldn't help but feel happy. There was someone else like me. Someone with the powers of frost and snow. Someone else who possessed the beauty of winter. I knew deep down that her powers would grow stronger as she got older. And eventually it would turn into something truly beautiful.

"Elsa," I muttered.

The girl's eyes fluttered open. And for a split second, it seemed as if she had seen me. She smiled, her chubby cheeks puffing out as she cooed. She giggled and reached out, grasping air. I reached down and her tiny hand curled around my finger for a brief moment. Just for a moment, before her hand went right through me. But I had felt it—the warmth of her skin. She had seen me, even if it had just been for a moment. She yawned and closed her tired eyes. She would be interesting to watch. Now that there was someone like me out there, I couldn't stay away. I wanted to watch her as long as I could. Call me crazy, but I felt a strange connection between us. A bond created by ice and snow.

"Good night." I grinned. "See ya around, Elsa."

Chapter 2 coming soon!