My first fanfiction ever. Would appreciate if you peeps would review. :) Enjoy

I know I shouldn't be here at this time of year but I can't help it. I know I should be somewhere near the south to give the children there a little bit more fun through their winter but today, unlike any other day, I want to do something for myself – something that I hope will change my life forever. This season signals the time of my departure but I want to stay a few days longer just to see the lanterns. Just to see her.

Her hair shines like golden streams, curling and flowing as far as the eye can reach. She has big green eyes that make her look enigmatic and adorable.

She's beautiful.

Her name is Rapunzel and I am Jack Frost. She doesn't know me, she doesn't see me but I hope fate is bound to change that.

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Last year I heard word of the missing princess and the tale that encompasses her birth. They say that every year, in remembrance for the lost princess, they let lanterns fly out into the horizon, hoping that one day, she'll come back. A few days later, I flew to the woods curiously following a woman who seems to be looking for something. She disappeared behind a rock formation draped with moss and hanging flowers. The camouflage looked so believable that I thought she went somewhere else. I flew over to the other side and saw her approaching a tower. I heard her yell, "Rapunzel, let down your hair," in this sing song voice. I was surprised to see how anyone could live here, isolated and alone when I hear it:

"Coming, mother!" a cheery voice responded when a blond head popped out of the highest window – or maybe the only window – in the tower.

I took a closer look and, yes, it was her. Her. The girl I knew who felt as lonely as I am. The same loneliness that I feel embraces her as well. That's when I first met Rapunzel. I had to leave that day, knowing that somewhere in the south, children needed to have fun and be happy but I knew that I'd go back and look for her, never once forgetting that lovely face and wonderful voice. I remembered every detail of her, the eyes, nose, and hair, as well. I even took note of the magic the hair emits when she sung. I'll come back here. I just know it.

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So I am back here, giving in to my own selfish desires. I know it's wrong but I can feel it. This uncertain connection between her and I. The same woman prepares to leave this morning, looking much younger than I have imagined and is lecturing Rapunzel about lights in the sky and leaving the tower. She doesn't see me as she steps out the window, Rapunzel's hair in one hand and a basket in the other. She slides down to the ground using Rapunzel's hair as a rope and promises her daughter to be back in a few days' time. Inside, I give a silent cry of delight because that means I could get her to believe in me without any distractions.

When the woman disappears from the clearing, I fly into their house and find Rapunzel painting lanterns on the wall's surface. She's humming a sad tune and I wish I could wipe the tears from her eyes but I know that I couldn't even if I wanted it so badly. So instead, I send a snowflake across the room, floating in front of her face and it lands in between her eyes. She starts giggling when I let a few more snowflakes land on her head and on her palms. The joy of seeing her laugh wells up inside me.

"Jack Frost must be doing a good job today, huh, Pascal?" Her chameleon nods as I stare at her with my jaw dropping. "You know me?" I ask her but, of course, she wouldn't answer.

"Isn't this cool?" she looks up at the roof and around the vents in her tower, "I wonder how all of this is possible."

I panic, looking around for something, anything that would give a sign that I was here and that I am real. Then, I see the jars of paint at the bottom of her feet. I know I could blow frost all over the wall and write on it but I couldn't seem to find a spot where I could because every inch of it is covered in delicate paintings. I dip a finger on the jar that has white paint in it and start adding snowflakes all over her current drawing. Yes, I do not have an artistic side but I do know how to make a decent snowflake.

I hear her gasp behind me as her paintbrush hits the floor. "J-Jack… Frost?"

My heart leaps frantically inside of my chest. She said my name. I slowly turn around to add some dramatic effect, to actually delay the moment so that I could think of what to say and what not to do. When I do fully turn, SHE HITS ME WITH A FRYING PAN.

The pain swells from my left temple and I'm too happy to actually feel something again. Before I fully recover, my head hits the floor and everything goes black.