"Hey man stop! I'm serious right now," the teenage boy grew red in the face as he dusted the snow off of his shoulders.

His friend threw up his arms defensively, "I didn't do it man I swear!"

The first boy scoffed, "What you expect me to believe that 'Jack Frost' did it?"

Now it was the other who scoffed, "C'mon man you know myths like that don't exist!"

They both groaned and snapped at one another until they trudged off through the snow drifts leaving me laughing my ass off up in the trees where a snow mound 'accidently' fell on one of those teenagers.

Oh how I loved to cause mischief in this cold snowy weather, it was my job after all. See there were the good kids who believed in the fun loving Jack Frost, but there were also the naughty kids who believed in Lil' Jackie. Though they didn't know Lil' Jackie was a girl, nor do they know that it isn't even my name…it's actually Angel, because ironically I'm named as if I were a 'Snow' Angel. Ironic because I'm really just the opposite…

"Do you really have to be such a little bitch?" a familiar male voice greeted my ears.

I laughed lightly, "Jack, so good to see you. Did you get bored cuddling up in Santa's workshop?"

He flew over in front of me nearly knocking me off the branch, "Don't say that! This is MY season, MY specialty, and I don't need YOU coming through here turning it into a winter 'horror-land'."

I bit back a retort and jumped down facing away from Jack at all costs, "It's my season too Jack, you're just gonna have to deal, it's not like they believe I'm here wreaking havoc anyway."

He sighed shuffling around in the snow behind me, "Just stop making a mess of things okay? Winter is supposed to be fun, and I have to explain this to you every fucking year."

I kicked some snow up and made it swirl around trying to distract myself so I wouldn't look at the flawless Winter Spirit that everyone loved, "Yeah whatever, see you around Jack."

Jack's POV

"Yeah whatever, see you around Jack," she walked off kicking snow with her bare feet making it fly into Joker-like faces and shapes.

Angel sure was something, I almost felt bad for her. Only the handful of naughty kids believed in her which had her stuck where she is now, not strong enough to be as powerful as other Spirits and not weak enough to fade, and the worst part about Angel? She absolutely killed me inside. If people could see her then man they'd be in for a treat. Angel is physically fit in every way and quite petite compared to other Spirits like myself, for a Winter Spirit she hardly wore anything that resembled the season, her hair was the color of dark chocolate and in perfect waves, and don't even get me started on her eyes…piercing grey, like the shimmer off the full moon.

Her looks weren't the only thing that caught my attention over the years; it was also her fiery personality that could also be just as cold as ice.

But she was reckless.

Too reckless for me to keep up with emotionally, even though I already have to keep up with her havoc and chaos all over the place. Something I didn't need in my love life though…havoc and chaos.

It's true that I feel sorry for Angel though, she didn't really have a choice on becoming who she is with her bitter heart, and it made me so fucking furious because I knew who she was before "Lil' Jackie" came to the show.

Her name was Angela.

It was maybe a year after I became a Guardian when I met Angela. Yes I met her. We had some of the best conversations together; I grew with her for a year before…

"Look Angie I'm doing it! I'm really doing it!" the child gave a toothy smile with his mop of sandy hair swishing wildly as he slid down the large slope of snow.

Angela laughed along watching him glide along the snow on his sled, "Thank you for doing this Jack," she whispered smiling up at me.

"Yeah thank you Jack!" the boy shouted giggling as he skidded over some bumps.

I nodded leaning on my staff watching them play together in the snow, them being Angela and her little brother Lucas. Angela and Lucas went down the slope together this time so I didn't pay close attention because Angela was old enough to control things brilliantly, but I should've watched.

They hit a rough patch and went off the slope tumbling down a rocky uneven terrain hill and I heard Angela's beautiful voice turn into a cry of pain. I flew over as fast as I could and saw Lucas in one piece maybe a little scraped up but wrapped safely in Angela's chest, but Angela…she had a twisted ankle and appeared to have a broken arm. It wasn't an extremely bad break, but any break is enough to bring horrible pain. With my help they got home safely from there, I'd loaded them up on the sled and brought them home whispering so many apologies to Angela. Even when they stumbled into the house I watched from the window, I wanted them to be okay…I wanted Angela to be okay.

They stumbled in the door with Lucas crying and scratches bleeding and Angela trying so hard to limp inside and not wince in pain, "OH MY GOD," a woman cried dropping her cooking pan immediately and rushing over to Lucas bending down to his level, "Lucas sweetie are you okay, what happened to you!?"

He sniffled into his jacket sleeve, "We went off slope and Jack Frost wasn't watching us good!"

The mother wiped his tears and kissed his face over a thousand times, holding him to her, not once giving Angela a glance. That pissed me off more than anything because this wasn't the first time this had happened. No Angela was always pushed away and put in second to her younger brother and she never even showed it, like her heart was made of stone. But she cared for her Lucas so much you'd think her heart was too big for her chest, "And you," the mother rounded on Angela, "you fed him this 'Jack Frost' line to cover for yourself on not paying attention to him!?" she whisper yelled to the exhausted girl.

"No Ma," she winced in pain leaning against the wood paneled wall, "it wasn't like that; we just hit a rough patch and went off course."

Tell her about you covering him! I thought to myself pressing my nose to the window panel.

The mother scoffed, "You don't care at all about his safety do you!? He's just a little boy Angela, you can't do everything with him or he'll get hurt! He could've died if no one had been there!"

"But I was there," Angela started defensively only to grunt in pain again, "and I saved him from getting worse than what he has!"

"If you hadn't gone down the hill in the first place then none of this would've happened!" she yelled back with a red face and wide concerned eyes.

Angela looked down disappointed, "You're right."

No!

"Now," her mother sighed, "go lie down while I see what I can do to fix Lucas and then I'll come to you, what happened to you anyway?"

"Nothing Ma," Angela said shakily, "I'll fix myself up you take care of Lucas." Her mother sighed in frustration and hurried off to her brother's room. I watched Angela limp her way into the kitchen by the window I was peeking in, "Jack take me away from here please," she whispered letting a single tear roll down her cheek.

"Not until you're fixed up again beautiful," I whispered locking eyes with her.

Her watery eyes made my heart go crazy, I wanted to kiss her tears away and protect her from everything, but I couldn't…

"Okay," she finally sighed continuing her efforts to wrap her wounds. I have to say watching someone create their own cast on themselves is a painful sight, after the first yelp from her I had to look away, but I could still hear her. She had finally done it though and stumbled out the door as soon as she had into my waiting arms, "You have to go Jack."

Her words stunned me but I gave her one last final look and knew she was right; I always had to go when things got tense because she knew I couldn't bear it anymore than she could. So I left.

But I didn't know what was coming next.

After I'd left Angela stayed outside, she sat there hoping the cold would numb her pain only it didn't. She caught a nasty form of sick being out in the cold for hours on end not moving once, and that sickness was it for her. Sticks and stones broke her bones, but it's the lack of care that killed her.

Her mother only did the minimum to try to heal her and it certainly wasn't enough, but she expected Angela to be strong and pull through in her own, because after all that's what Angela had always done ever since Lucas was born. She was cast in the shadow of her brother who didn't even stand 4 ft. tall and it killed her.

By the time I'd come back Angela was gone, but of course I didn't know so I went to Lucas asking where she was and the answer broke my cold heart, "She died Jack."

So I left, again.

It was then that I ran into Angel, the Spirit that was once a human like me. She didn't remember me, she didn't remember anything and I knew that it was the same thing I went through so I didn't try to make her remember, not yet…maybe not ever.

Angel was more than a bitter Winter Spirit. She had a center, like everyone else; she just hasn't found it yet.