AN: Okay first off I am not really on the Jackunzel bandwagon or fanwagon... But I just thought of this story while watching a youtube video of Rapunzel hating Jelsa (the fandom I am currently apart of) so while in reading the comments of the video; I came up with this sort of Jackunzel love plot/story. SO, I HOPE I didn't "steal" anyone else's idea. BTW, this will be before the Flynn Rider, or Eugene Fitzerburt thing EVA started.

So... Without further adieu let's get on with the story.

It was 5:00 AM in the Summertime and Rapunzel couldn't sleep in her bed anymore. Sweat ran down her face in thick droplets. Also, having her long hair weigh her down didn't help either.

She sighed as she turned over looking at one of her painting near her window. Moaning, she got up and left her sweat soaked bed. "Why can I never sleep?" She opened her window shutters and gazed out at the world.

It was so big, and vast. It would be three days until the lights go off into the sky. Beyond the horizon she could just see the faint pinking of the morning sky.

She looked down at the ground below the tower and sighed a second time. "If only I could just feel the morning dew on my feet. I bet it is so cool!" How many times this week had she thought about the what the grass would feel to her? She just couldn't figure it out. Rapunzel then laughed to herself. "How come, when it's Summer, I always wish that it could be WINTER?!" She yelled winter and plopped down on her bed. "This heat is unbearable!"

With clammy hands, Rapunzel dug through her trunk beside her bed looking for a paper fan. "Ah-hah!" She held up a crumpled, over-used Chinese folding fan, that looked like it was about to fall apart. She frowned at how much wear it had gained throughout the years. With a few flicks of her wrist she got a few gusts out of it but then it just ripped at the top. "Huh?" She looked at it more closely, and it turns out the tear had just formed right as it was taken out from the trunk but had torn more when she fanned herself with it. She tried fanning herself some more, but it would only give off small gusts of air.

She huffed and threw the fan into the corner of her room. "I feel like I am going to die!" She screamed.

Then, the lost princess just got up and ran over to her window when she felt one of the rare Summer breezes. She exhaled seeing more of the sun coming up over the far trees in the distance. "No, stay down! You'll only make it hotter!" She told the sun, but it wouldn't listen. The sky just continued getting pinker and pinker.

However, out of the ordinary, she actually felt a cold gust near her bed, along with a ghostly whisper. "You sound frustrated." A boy's voice echoed throughout her room.

In that same moment, a sudden wave of fear made her heart flutter. "What?" Her voice was strained and her throat automatically felt dry. No one ever came to her tower. Heck, no one could ever, get UP her tower without her assistance. Ever since Mother sealed the downstairs exit when she tried getting out one day. She tried to muster up some courage, but only managed to choke out "Who's there?"

Immediately, a small green chameleon entered through the window and Rapunzel seemed a little better to have her friend there.

Although, the voice didn't reply. She again started to feel her heart rate quicken. But then it slowed down again. "Maybe it was just my imagination..." She laughed. She turned to Pascal. "How's the heat for you?"

Pascal shrugged and looked at her questioningly.

"Of course! You cold blooded! How could I forget that?" She laughed again.

Then the cold gust of air returned by her window and she immediately picked up the paint pallet next to it. "Whoever you are; Show yourself! Or..."

A slight chuckle echoed throughout. "Or what you'll hit me with a paint pallet?" It wasn't a voice she recognized, but it definitely belonged to a teenager.

"Yes!" She yelled.

Pascal even seemed a little frightened. With a single leap he leaped on to Rapunzel shoulders his itty bitty heart fluttering as fast as a fly's wings.

"Wait, how can you hear me?" The voice asked. "Can you see me?"

"I don't know. Am I supposed to see you?"

"No, but you're not supposed to hear me if you can't see me."

Rapunzel's eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh my gosh! This is just like the book I was reading!" Her eyes twinkled and she beamed at Pascal. "The true believers!"

She ran over to her bookshelf.

She felt a cold breeze rush over to her bedside like the boy was sitting on it and she did see that her sheets were wrinkling a bit. "What's the true believers?"

The lost princess reached up to the dusty part of her shelf. "It's a child's tale. My Mother brought it from one of the far away lands." She looked down on the floor. "It was a birthday present."

She walked over and looked at her bed, sitting beside the wrinkles. She flipped the book open and started reading.

The story was basically about how if none of the children believed in any of the "child protectors" they would go away, but in the end when the child protectors were starting to lose believers; there was always one who would remember to Believe.

"Do you believe?" The voice asked.

"I don't know, it's a tall tale. But I guess anything is possible..." She turned her head toward where the boy was sitting and her eyes widened and she gasped with her mouth gaping open.

The frosty haired boy immediately grinned and his eyes went mischievous. "Oh, I know that look!" He yelled. "You can see me!" His eyes were as bright as the sparkling winter snow and his teeth were white as when it was freshly fallen.

"You... You..." Rapunzel was immediately in awe. "I know you!" She squealed.

"You do?" A hint of confusion hit Frost's face.

"You're Jack Frost!" She screamed.