Fighting Darkness, Loving Frost

A/N: I know of a lot of cases where people start a great story and will stop right in the middle of it and never pick it back up again for a number of different reasons, sometimes just because they don't get enough reviews. I also know of some cases where people will get very defensive of their story, and when you read their A/N, you're just like, "Okay dude, just chill out!". If you guys have suggestions, I will look at them and take them into account. If you want to give some insight on a writing style you like or share some other constructive criticism, go right ahead. As long as you aren't mean about it, I'm perfectly fine with all of this. Just know that while I would like to look at the reviews and suggestions you guys make, I do have my own agenda for the characters. And oddly enough, this multi-chapter story is based off a dream I had... Why is that odd? Wwweeeelllll...

It's odd because in this dream, (call me crazy, but I am not a liar) I could somewhat control myself and my actions. And to add another thing on top of that, the dream would continue the next night or nap or whatever right where it left off. I mean, weird right? Has anybody else had this kind of thing happen ot them? Because if so, shoot me a message via review or something so I know that I'm not the only one who has completely weird experiences. (And if I am, then... Well, my friends all know I'm crazy, so I guess it wouldn't be anything new.) Thank you!

I am intending to make this a book sort of length so it's an actual story. It will not be a one-shot. I'm sorry, but I cannot fit an entire dream into one chapter, no matter how long I make it. I always try to make sure there aren't any mistakes so it won't hinder the reader while they're reading the story, but if there are, alert me so I can fix them! It would be a BIG help to anyone who reads the story after you! Oh, and one more thing before the regular stuff and the story: THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER! So like I said at the beginning of this atrociously long Author's Note, don't hate on it please! Alright, on to the Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own any Dreamworks characters such as the Guardians, Pitch, and anyone else whom you might recognize immediately (like Jamie and Sophie). They are all Dreamworks' property! What I do own is the plot, my dream, and myself.

Fall was fading away and winter was starting to blow in. You can always notice when it does. Breezes get colder and stronger, and every once in a while you can see snowflakes start to form before melting on warm surfaces. Families start having to turn the heat on in their houses to keep warm, and you have to pull that extra comforter out of your closet to stay warm while you sleep.

The transition into and out of winter isn't exactly fun in my opinion, because even though I love snow, I really dislike being cold. If there are cold winds a-blowing, there better be snow because otherwise I just get irritated. I mean, snow is fun! Being just plain cold is not.

So, now that it's officially winter, it's starting to snow a lot. Like, everywhere I look will be blindingly beautifully white and covered with a thick blanket of snow by the end of the day. In about a week and a half it will be Christmas break, which for my school is 3 weeks long, so in a short amount of time I won't have to worry about wishing for snow days or being cooped up because of homework for quite a while. My little brothers are loving the snow and are marvelling at the fact that it just comes from the sky. Pretty soon, my little sister, my little brothers, and I try to catch snowflakes on our tongues (which isn't that hard considering there are SO MANY!) and are laughing like crazy.

Mom comes out to check on the us and smiles. She doesn't feel like staying out in the winter weather, but she invites us to come in any time we want to for hot chocolate because all of the coffee cups are clean and she found our favorite mix. The kind with the tiny marshmallows in them?! They are so good!

"MOM! IT'S SNOWING!" Ken shouts excitedly.

"Yes, I see honey. It's fun, isn't it?"

"YEAH!" He laughs some more and goes back to catching snowflakes.

"Yep. Jack Frost gave Ohio a nice visit, didn't he?" I say to him. He looks at me then at Mom, who is starting to go back inside.

"Who's that?" he asks. Apparently Mom heard him being curious and replied before I could give him a real answer of my own.

"It's just an expression hun. It means that there's a lot of snow."

"Oh," Ken says. He doesn't know whether to be excited at that piece of input or disappointed. Jeez. Give the kid a little hope. He's five! I mean, where's all the talk you used to encourage me and Rachel with? He needs something to believe in. And the only thing you haven't told him isn't real is Santa. Why are you crushing his imagination? Of course, I only thought this, but seriously. It's true! Honestly, I still believed in all of them. I mean, I'm 13 and I'm not ashamed to admit it. If someone asks me, I'll straight up tell them. Because who cares what other people think? Especially if you just know, like with all your heart, that you're right.

I look back at Ken and smile, which makes his face, pink with cold, light up with a brilliant beautiful smile that I love to see on his face. You made an amazing entrance this year, Jack Frost. I don't really think that someone can hear you if you're just thinking something and they don't have telepathy powers, but if I said something out loud, it would confuse poor Ken and distract him from all of the fun we could be having in the snow! I decide that I'll tell him later. Maybe when it's just him and me.

I chuckle to myself as I see Rachel galloping around the yard with Paul, our youngest brother. He is having the time of his life, and as long as he doesn't get snow in his face, he will continue having the time of his life. All of a sudden he falls backwards onto his back in the cushiony snow. Rachel laughs and collapses next to him. Ken and I join the two of them quickly and we all start making snow angels. Tomorrow, I think, Rachel and I will get the 5-gallon buckets out and start on the igloo we make every year. We always make one so we kids can cuddle up in the warmness. Every year, we find ways to improve it, then let it freeze overnight so it stands for the remainder of winter. It's always the last patch of snow and ice to melt in our yard.

I will always remember winters like these. Where the snow never stops and I can sometimes catch glimpses of what I'm pretty sure are Jack Frost flying out of sight, out of the corner of my eye. Times where I never have to worry about the future because the present is just too much fun. Those memories will never go away.