Hey everyone! I was really obsessed with ROTG last week and wrote this. I have a little more, but I am not sure if I will continue writing this. Please let me know in the reviews if you wish for me to continue this story, and maybe as I write it you guys could give me some ideas. We could write it together! Working together is so much more fun. The next chapter is being written currently. Again, though, I will only post it if I get a good response. I apologize for the short length of this "chapter" but it is the prologue so...
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Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG. I only own the plot and my OC, Crisp Winter's.
Jack Frost By Karissa ~aka~ PoeticFiction
PROLOGUE
All she could remember was the cold. Bitter cold. Freezing. And the darkness. At first she was afraid. Then a little voice spoke into her mind telling her to open her eyes. She didn't know if she could. If she should. She was terrified by what she would see, not knowing where she was or how she got there. But the voice came again and told her not to be afraid. So little by little she opened her eyes. Her lids fluttered slowly open, like butterfly wings covered in snowflakes. The first thing she saw was the sky, and more importantly what was in it. The big bright moon hung high, like a comforting nightlight left by God to guard the heavens when the sun went to sleep. As soon as she saw it she knew she needn't be afraid. She was safe with the moon. She felt it calling to her. The voice came again and told her that her name was Crisp Winters, and that she was safe now. That she was important, but he never told her why. Soon the ethereal brightness with which the moon shined dimmed back to normal. The light faded and with it the feeling of safety. She felt all alone and cried out for the moon, but he wouldn't answer. And he would never call out to her again.
She had soon given up trying to call out for the Moon, tears falling softly from deep brown eyes. She fell to the ground, too weak from the shock and stress of it all to stand on her own two feet. With her knees drawn up to her chin she wept there in the snow. But little did she know, she was not alone.
Not far into the trees watched a boy, maybe eighteen years old. His icy blue eyes took in the scene before him, the girl weeping as the snow floated gracefully down around her. Dark auburn hair that fell around her shoulders, hiding her face from him. He dared to move closer, allowing the wind to carry him onto a branch nearer to her gently shaking form. He knew she wouldn't see him. No one ever could. Their gazes passed through him, and so did their forms. No one had ever seen him, and why would she be different? But he still wanted to comfort her in some way. Any way. He let the wind carry him through the air circling her. He dropped down silently a few feet in front of her and with a wave of his hand the snowflakes formed words. He wasn't sure why he felt those were the right words. He looked around and then back at her wondering what else he could do, but could think of nothing. He rose up in the air ready to leave, but paused. With a turn of his fingers he used the breeze to push back her hair and gently run down the side of her face, before flying away.
She felt the wind like icy cold fingers run down the side of her face, and then heard a rustling in the leaves of the surrounding trees. She looked up startled, but saw no one. The only sign that anyone had been there were the letters in the snow before her. She hesitantly uncurled from her position on the ground and stood up to read the words those letters had formed. She glanced around her wondering who left them and why they wrote them. Her eyes searched the woods in vain. Whoever it had been, gone with the wind.