Deep in the woods in 1392, two young women was walking through the forest. One was eighteen holding a brown basket, while the other one was five. The five year old was laughing and playing in the snow while the older was smiling and walking right behind her, making sure no harm came to the little one.

"Alright Angela that's enough. We must be going, your father awaits us back at the palace."

The young one looked up at her with sad green eyes knowing her fun was over with.

"But Mommy! Can't we stay out here a little longer please?"

Her daughter gave her the best puppy dog eyes that she had ever seen and she couldn't say no to her. Although she does have her eyes. She sighed and smiled.

"Alright but when I say we have to go we go, alright?"

Angela nodded her head furiously, so fast that her long curly hair moved with her. The woman giggled at her daughter while patting her head.

"And who knows maybe your father awaits for us with a present for you."

Her green eyes lit up with joy and she ran around laughing while throwing snow into the air. The woman sighed softly as she sat down under a tree watching her daughter play in the snow. She remembered when she was that young playing in the snow back at her home land before everything was torn apart from her.

She did't mean to but somehow or another she fell asleep. With all the running around town they did must've worn her out espically with another baby on the way, even if she was only a month pregnant. The only way she knew she was asleep was when she woke up from a horrible dream involving her young daughter and her older son.

"Angela?"

Her green eyes roamed the field searching for her child but when she couldn't hear her laughing or see her .

"Angela!"

She suddenly stood up looking for any sign for her youngest child. She looked all over the field but still no sign that is, until she heard a scream a few feet away and with out a moment to spare she ran towards that scream.

As she got closer to the place of the screaming, her heart drop to her stomach. Praying to god hoping her child wasn't on the other side of the cliff.

"MOMMY!"

"Angel!"

She got down on her knees after dropping her basket, looking over the edge to see her daughter hanging for dear life on a branch. The look in her eyes spoke of the immense fear that she wanted to erase. She ran a hand through her brown hair thinking of something to rescue her daughter with. A thought hit her as soon as she looked at the basket and she smiled. She went through the basket looking for the fabric she just bought in the town so she could make her daughter a new dress.

She tied the red fabric around a boulder and started to climb down to where her daughter was.

"Mommy."

She heard her daughter whimper and she looked at her to see her looking down.

"Don't look down. Look at me, just look at me."

The woman looked down and gulped and turned back to look at her daughter as she looked at her. She smiled knowing she was only a few inches away from her.

"That's right just look at me and only me. Now Angela what I'm going to need you to do is grab my hand and leap around my neck."

Angela looked at her mothers pale hand and looked back at her while shaking her head.

"I can't Mommy. I'm scared."

"Now look at me Angela. Don't turn back now."

She heard the branch creak and knew she had to act quickly or else...

Or else her daughter would plumet to her death into the freezing water below. She was scared to but she had to be brave for her daughter so she can be brave for herself.

"I'm scared to."

"Y-you are?"

"Yes I am. I'm scared of losing you, I'm scared of not making it in time, but you know what I do when I'm scared?"

Angela shook her head and looked at her mother.

"I close my eyes and sing and when I sing I let it all go and think about nothing else but that song."

She heard her fabric tearing and she held out her hand once more.

"Can you do that for me?"

Once more Angela looked at her mother, showing fear in those green eyes of hers and she nodded her head.

"Good. Now when you give me your hand I want you to start okay? Then take a deep breath and leap for my neck. Just like you always do at home."

Angela took her hand. The mother took it and put it on her neck while her daughter sing. As she heard the branch break her daughter lept for it and made it safely into her arms. As she put Angela on her back she started to climb and farther up she got, the more the fabric was tearing. Was it only when she was near the top of cliff only an arm's length away for her child but not for her since she was getting weak from all this. She knew what she had to do even if that means...

"Angela my dear, can you do my a favor?"

"Y-yes mommy?"

"Can you be brave enough for mommy and start to climb up?"

"Yes Mommy."

As she felt her child climb from her back to the wall of the cliff then to the top. She sighed with relife knowing she did the right thing. Angela looked over the cliff wondering why she wasn't climbing but she told her to get the gaurds from the nearest town and come right back. As soon as she left promising to return, the fabric tore completely and she was falling to her death knowing she would never get to see her third child begin born or naming it. Never getting to see it grow up. Never seeing her daughter or her family ever again. Never seeing them grow up into a beuatiful or handsome young adult.

"Good bye my angel."

That was how the very first Jack Frost was created, even though Frost wasn't a man but a young woman instead.