Rapunzel was playing hide-and-go-seek with Pascal. Again. She peaked around the bed and then the dresser.

"Alright, where are ya, little buddy?" she spoke in a bored yet playful tone. She crept to the window. She saw his eye shift once, but that was all it took.

"Gotcha!" she called as she scooped the tiny reptile into the palm of her hand. He squeaked and Rapunzel sighed. How many more days of this could she stand? Now what? She thought. She swung her legs up and over the large front window overlooking the kingdom. She gazed out over the forrest and took in the glow of the sun around the castle. Tomorrow was her 18th birthday. The day the floating lights danced over the sky. She liked to pretend they were for her. The kingdom celebrating for her. But she knew that couldn't possibly be. The late summer sky changed slowly as she watched silently from her tower. From blue to gold to pink to indigo. The world was so big! Rapunzel wanted everything to see it all. But that wasn't going to happen. Her mother would never let it happen.

Rapunzel jumped when she could see her next breath. She looked around. So cold all of a sudden. The moon appeared from behind the castle. It was beautiful. But a different kind of beautiful from the sun.

She peered at the open glass. Frost was creeping its way gracefully up the window. She stretched out a cautious finger. She pulled away from the shock of the cold.

Why was there frost on the window? It's the middle of the summer! Rapunzel thought.

"Close the window, darling. Jack frost wouldn't be able to resist nipping at your cute little nose!" her mothers words rang in her mind.

Could it be? Jack?

Jack Frost hovered outside the open window, inches from Rapunzel's face.

Those eyes of hers! he thought to himself. They're so beautiful...Too bad they can't see me.

One fateful day many weeks ago, Jack stumbled upon Rapunzel's hidden tower. The Moon showed him where to go. She was his fate. That is what the moon told him. Curious, Jack crept to the top with the help of the wind. She was sitting on a dresser, painting high up on the wall. Her long golden hair had been draped up on the rafters, tangled up all around until he couldn't spot where it ended. She was beautiful. She was his fate.

He couldn't keep away. He came again the next day. And the next day. He liked to hear her sing. Each day he would try to talk to her, get her to see him somehow. He needed her to see him. He couldn't even touch her, let her know he was there. He tried practically everything to try and get her to notice him, even for a moment. He though she saw his shadow once, but that was as close as he could get with her. Jack had screamed and yelled in frustration, breaking into tears on occasion.

"Why can't you see me?!" he would scream. "Why can't you just believe?!"

He had done that enough. He didn't want to give up, but he could see how pointless it all was. Maybe the moon was wrong...

"I think this might be the last time I visit you, Rapunzel." he whispered. "I know-I know you can't hear me but...I had really really hoped that this would have worked out. I would have taken you out. Too see the world, I mean. Not like a date...or anything, Oh who am I kidding, yes a date!" he raked his hands through his snowy white hair.

Jack leaned toward the window, resting his back on the open glass. The frost followed him, dancing wildly up the window. Rapunzel gasped and watched in wonder. She reached out to touch the cold ice with her delicate fingers.

"At least you can see my ice..." Jack muttered. His eyes widened. "Wait! You can see my ice!? Ha ha! Yes!"

Jack shot upright. He took his staff and touched it to the ivy on the side of the tower wall. Each leaf froze instantly, creating a beautiful design in the moonlight. He laughed again as Rapunzel's eyes widened with her head hanging out the window, looking at the ice form.

Jack, with the help of the wind, flew to another window and hurriedly tapped on it. Rapunzel jumped at the sudden sound. She rolled back into the tower, getting quickly to her feet. She snatched a frying pan, ready to defend herself.

He tapped again. Rapunzel eyed the window suspiciously, then slowly approached.

Jack grinned. This is it! he thought. If she can see my ice, then I could write her a message!

But what would he write her? What could he possibly say to the girl of his dreams in less than a sentence? He decided to keep it simple; he could woo her later. Jack brought his lips close to the window and exhaled a cool, blizzard-y mist of frost onto the glass. Rapunzel stood not a foot away from the window. He was so close now. So close to her.. She put her hand up against the glass.

"H-hello?" she asked, cautiously, aiming the frying pan at the window with her other hand. Jack couldn't hold back his smile as he drew in:

Hi

with his finger. Rapunzel gulped. "Who-who is it? Who's there?" she steadied her grip on the frying pan. He drew in his name:

Jack

"Jack?" she unlatched and cracked open the window. "As in...Frost?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically before remembering that she couldn't see him. He instead made it snow, just enough for her to see.

"I can't believe it." she whispered. "Why can't I see you? Show yourself!... Please?"

Jack face-palmed. That was much too long of a response that he couldn't explain on a frosty window. All he wrote was:

Believe.