Hey people! So This is my first fan fic... All I can say is WHEEEE... So this is basically a couple of one shots about the 300 years Jack was Frosted before the guardians took him in. I'm not sure how many of these there will be but I have a good amount of ideas bouncing around my skull begging for attention. I know there will be at least 3... so yeah! If you like then review. If you don't like then review. All that jazz. *Takes a deep breath* Here we goooo...!

"My name is Jack Frost. I know this because the moon told me so, but that's all he told me."

Jack laughs. He wasn't sure where he was or what was going on, but he had just discovered he could do some really cool (Pun intended.) stuff so things couldn't be that bad right? His bare feet dance lightly over the snow as he races into the small village he had found. His pale face lights up as he pranced over to a near-by woman and goes to tap her on the shoulder. "Hey whe-" His voice cuts off as his hand passes through the woman. "What?" He turns just in time to see a man about to run into him. He winces ready for the impact then shutters when it doesn't come. "No..." He breathes out while trying to get other villagers to see him. His face clouds with horror as he realises they can't. "No!" The word was filled with panic as he stumbles back, away from the village edge. Then ,bright blue eyes wide, he runs, willing what just happened to be a really bad dream.

LINE BREAK IGNORE ME...

A few days later the newest spirit at the lake where he had come to awareness. He was trying to keep himself distracted by playing with his new-found skills. He had found out very quickly that ice was a hard element to handle. He was trying to refine his shaky control over his powers. He had already mastered creating as much or as little frost as he wanted to spread at his touch. He had spent hours tapping the lake with his staff or his foot and concentrating on making the this trendils of ice form at his will, without going crazy and spreading more than he wanted.

As soon as that goal was reached he had instantly come up with the next one. Wanting to put off thinking about his problem for as long as possible. What he was doing now was still pretty simple. He was practicing talking to the wind. He had realised that it could actually understand him and he wanted to try to understand it in return. "Wind? would you mind helping me move this snow drift? I want to make a good hill to slide down. That will be really fun won't it?" He smiles as the wind tugs playfully at his white hair. "I'll take that as a yes."

He laughs and concentrates his attentions on directing the wind. After about an hour of this he finally succeeds in making a snow-hill big enough for what he wanted. Jack laughs as he got the wind to lift him, a little shakily, into the air then he landed with a thump on the top of the hill. Giving his staff a twirl he tapped the hill lightly and grinned as the white snow was covered with a good layer of ice.

He jumps up landing on his butt and gave a jubilant cheer as he slid down his creation. "He stands when he reaches the bottom and gives a happy little jump. "Let's go again!"

LINE BREAK

He had spent the entire afternoon sliding down his hill. As the sun had started hiding behind the trees he had become aware of an odd sensation in his belly. As the offending midsection had let loose with a loud growl a word had popped into his head.

Hunger.

He tried to figure out why that word was so familiar. When the answer didn't come he shrugged deciding that it didn't matter at the moment. He had let instincts take over, seeing as how they seemed to know more about what was going on then he did.

He froze when he reached the edge of the little village, loathe to go back into the scary and confusing place. Another growl convinced him that moving forwards was indeed necessary. He steps lightly and the wind lifts him up so that he was floating over the snow on the ground. The pale boy looked around silently trying to follow his instincts. He smells something on the breeze and his mouth waters unexpectedly. He follows his nose to find something round and hot sitting on a window sill. He frowns slightly as another word comes to mind.

Pie.

Suddenly he remembers what tastes like, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember where he a tasted it before. He eventually shrugged and grabbed the pie flying off back to the lake. He sits on the cold ice and digs in. His bright grin returns as the taste of the pie fills his mouth. A pleasant distraction from his confused thoughts.

LINE BREAK

He had finished the treat a while ago and had fallen drowsily into the snow by the lake. unfortunately for him it seemed the questions he had tried to hide from had finally caught up to him. He sighs looking up at the moon so high overhead. "What happened? Why can't I remember anything before I woke up in the lake?" He frowned when the moon didn't answer. And decided to try again his voice a little quieter. "Why can't they see me?" Again, no answer. Jack jumps up suddenly. "Tell me! You told me my name so why won't you tell me what's going on?" The agitated wind whips the winter boy's hair around, swirling the now heavily falling snow in swiftly dancing patterns. The moon stares silently down at the glaring boy as the young spirit continues his rant.

The small village of Burgess had an awful blizzard that night.

Did I do good? Huh huh? Did I? TELL ME. lol