Look, I didn't want to be sucked into this. But I guess you can't really control what happens, only change it. That didn't really make sense, did it? I geuss I've been reading to many romantic novels. Now, I have to write this down before I forget. You always seem to forget the most amazing things, don't you? Now, let's start the introductions, shall we?

My name is Ashlynn Grace. I live an a small village nestled in the mountains, just north of nothing. Not much ever happens around here. Why do I live here, you ask? I don't really have a choice. My parents lived here since birth, as did thier parents, and thier parents, and... well, you get the point. My days are spent going to school and shoveling snow. Always snow. My parents say it's because of the altitude, but I know better. I know that it's something more. Someone more.

I know that it's Jack Frost.

I know because I belive. I know because I saw him. It was on a Saturday in January, Christmas already come and gone, when I saw him. See, I was really more of a loner. None of the girls would play with me because I didn't know how to sled. None of the boys would play with me because I was a girl. All I had was my books and my dog, Boreas.

So, that Saturday in January, I was sitting on a bench reading a book when, suddenly, a snowball hit me in the leg. I deided to ignore it. And, like most things you ignore, it came back. After the third one hit, I looked up. None of the other kids were even near my bench. Putting down my book, I naturally went to investagate. It being a small village, stories of elves and trolls circled it. I had never really belived in them. Not really... As I looked around, I saw a set of footprints leading to the woods. That wasn't in the least bit odd. But, the footprints struck me as odd because it was an actual footprint, not a boot-clad print.

Every fiber of my being was screaming, Don't go into the woods after some barefoot person in the middle of winter! But, natuarally, I did anyway. Following them to the edge of the wood, I stopped. You know that logical voice in your head, the one that affects your good judgement? Well, it was being overuled by that little curious voice at the moment. And if it was some maniac elf that wanted to eat me, then while I was roasting over a fire, my logical voice would say, I TOLD YOU SO!, just like my older brother does.

With a deep breath, I walked towards it to the forest.