"The important thing is to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing"

~Albert Einstein

It was days like this that Jack always felt the happiest. He enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing through his silver hair and his blue hoodie. Flying, for him, was exhilarating.

"The sky is begging for snow" he said out loud and smirked.

He could feel it. The world was practically pleading for Jack's aid. And Jack wasn't the stubborn kind. Well, that's not entirely true, but in the case of weather, he was always a good sport. He flew over the kingdom of Corona, stopped for a second, and hovered.

"It really is a beautiful kingdom" he thought as he waved his staff.

Trickles of flakes flew from it and starting blanketing the kingdom. Jack smiled and began to glide over the town. He saw the faces of smiling children and felt a sudden wave of sadness overcame him.

"Surely, someday," he thought "they will believe in me."

Then, as quickly as the feeling came, it passed; he shook it off. Not all children believe in him now, but it was time for him to visit the one who did.

On his route to Jamie's house, Jack sent a cascade of flurries down to the towns below. He closed his eyes and let the wind guide him, allowing him to soar through the sapphire sky.

"Maybe," he pondered "I could take a detour." He was sure Jamie wouldn't mind.

Jack sailed through the sky. Then, in the far off distance he saw something unfamiliar. He squinted and tilted his head to the side. The snow he had created had obstructed his view of the unknown object. Suddenly, his curiosity took over.

"Take me there" he instructed to the wind.

A gust pushed Jack forward. He relaxed, allowing it to carry him. In little to no time, Jack was traveling riverside, where he could see the object clearer. He skimmed his hand over the water, causing in to develop a slight layer of ice. As he got closer, he realized that it was a tower, and a stunning one at that. It was tall enough to reach the stars and an ivory color that was entwined with thick ivy. The breeze brought him down a waterfall, putting the tower in his direct view. He slowly settled to the ground and stared at the building in awe. His cerulean eyes scanned it over, expressing wonder and mostly inquisitiveness.

Following his trouble-making nature, Jack knew what he wanted to do. Go inside. Yes, he had to do it. But, how could he?

Then, Jack got an idea. He shot himself to the roof of the tower. He sat himself right above the window and with the utmost precision, used his staff to create spats of white flurries. The snow danced around like small crystals. It must have been the most beautiful snow Jack had ever created.

"Soon," he whispered.

In a matter of seconds, Jack heard the creaks of a window opening. He looked down and saw the top of a golden-haired head. Slowly Jack lowered himself off the roof and hovered next to the window, positioning himself in a way to ensure that he couldn't be seen.

Jack titled his head slightly to see the person at the window. It was a young girl who couldn't be older than five. She was wearing a lilac nightgown that enhanced her creamy skin, emerald eyes, and light freckles that dotted her nose. But, that wasn't what Jack saw. The first thing that caught his eye was her long strands of golden hair. Well, long was an understatement. Feet and feet of hair trailed from the girl's scalp and draped the floor. Her eyes expressed sheer amazement for the snow the Jack had created. He wondered what she looked like up close. And maybe, just maybe if she could see him…

"No." Jack thought "You just came here to look inside. A glance around and then off to Jamie's."

As usual, Jack ignored his own advice. He slowly floated up to get a better view of the child's face. There he was face to face with her.

What happened next shocked Jack. The girl's look of wonder transformed into one of shock and terror. A sound of panic caught in her throat. A scream was about to escape her lips when Jack pressed his hands up to them.

"Sssshhh!" Jack begged "Please."

The little girl looked at Jack. She was unsure if she should follow his command, but his eyes seemed so friendly.

Much to Jack's dismay, fear began to fill the girl once again.

"W-w-ho a-r-re y-y-you?" she shivered, her small body trembling.

In that moment, Jack realized something.

"Wait," he said with a questioning tone in his voice "you can… see me?"

A yes barely escaped the little girl's lips.

Jack tone became dripped with excitement. "You can see me!" he shouted, shooting up in the sky.

The girl looked slightly puzzled, her uneasiness still evident.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice smooth but still slightly anxious.

"Well, have you ever heard of Jack Frost?"

"That didn't answer my question," she uttered in a stubborn way.

This took Jack by surprise.

"You didn't answer my question either." he joked.

The girl huffed, but willingly answered his question.

"I've read about him in the stories my mom brought me."

Jack looked at the girl.

He wondered "Should I tell her?"

Before he could answer his own thought, the little girl had more questions for him

"Why is your hair white?" she innocently questioned.

"Why is your hair so long?" Jack inquired sarcastically.

"Why are you floating?" she asked, not addressing the fact that he didn't answer her other question.

"Why aren't you floating?" Jack joshed.

The young girl giggled.

"Why do you never answer any of my questions?" she asked.

This made Jack's cheeks flush.

"I…um…uh" he stammered.

The girl giggled once again.

"What's your name?" she genuinely enquired.

"Well, little girl, those books you read…"

She nodded, her blond hair bouncing.

"About Jack Frost…"

Her already large eyes widened.

"Well," Jack took a breath "that... that's me."

She was silent. Jack started to feel a pang of nervousness in his stomach.

"Hi Jack, I'm Rapunzel."

"Hello, Rapunzel."

She smiled at him and then looked out at the snow. Her smile dissipated.

"What's the matter Rapunzel?" Jack asked.

She sighed. "I've always wanting to see snow up close, but mother says I can't go outside."

This intrigued Jack. "Where is your mother?"

"She's asleep."

"Well, Rapunzel, if it's snow you want," Jack said slyly "it's snow you'll get."

A confused look enveloped Rapunzel's face.

Jack sat on the ledge of her windowsill and repositioned himself to face in the tower. He looked inside. It was too dark to see everything, but of what he could see, the house was actually quite nice.

Jack took his staff, rose to the ceiling of the tower, and slowly created light flurries.

Rapunzel's eyes filled with joy and she smiled. The snow landed in her golden mane, on the curve of her nose, in her long eyelashes. She giggled quietly, so as not to wake her mother. Rapunzel danced around in the flakes and then looked at Jack.

"Thank you," she said, her small voice squeaking with delight. She chuckled once again.

"Rapunzel, you really do love laughing don't you?"

This made Rapunzel's cheeks turn pink and she laughed once again. This made a wide grin develop on Jack's face.

Then he remembered.

"Jamie!" he though.

"Rapunzel," he looked at her innocent face. "I have to go now."

"Ok," she said, her voice filled with sadness.

"Don't worry," he said in response to her sadness "someday I'll be back."

Rapunzel perked up. "You promise?"

"Yes, Rapunzel, I promise to the moon and back."

She smiled and Jack planted a light kiss on the young girl's cheek.

"Goodbye, Jack!" she yelled as he flew into the sky.

"Goodbye, Rapunzel," he whispered.