Prologue:

The Queen of Arendelle walked through the forest, keeping a hand on her bulging stomach. Her child had yet to be born, but she could tell that it was almost time. She smiled at the thought of a child's laugh echoing through the halls of the castle that seemed too large. She took a worn path down to her favorite place, the place where her mother always told stories of a heroic man. A man who died to save her mother's life and eventually her own. Winding through the trees, she pulled up her cloak as the temperature gradually decreased.

"I hope I don't get caught in the storm." She whispered to herself as the wind picked up.

As she reached the lake, she looked up as she heard the quiet sounds of a sleeping person. Gasping quietly, she saw a young man curled up on the ice, sleeping. There was snow on his hair making it look white, and frost covered his upper torso. She turned to run away, but noticed how the man was barefoot with barely any clothes on.

You're going to get yourself killed by helping a potentially dangerous person. But he looks so cold, and he's barely breathing, so I had better help him.

Turning back, she slid her way across the lake until she sat next to the man.

Not a man, but a boy. Why, he can't be any older than seventeen.

She carefully put her hand under the boy's nose to make sure he was breathing. As she reached down, she started slipping and accidently hit the boy on his nose. In an instance, the boy's eyes flashed open, and his breathing increased. She leapt back and reached for the hidden knife that she kept on her for protection. The boy looked at her with sad eyes as he got up and slowly began to walk away. She saw him reach out and brush his hair back, which was when she realized that his hair was actually white.

I've never known anyone with hair like that. Is that even possible? And how is he even moving right now, he should be frozen solid.

She could tell the boy was watching her, even if he tried not show it. Her mind raced as she thought about what to say to make the boy less hostile towards her.

"So… white hair, huh. Nice."

The boy's head whipped around as soon as she said it. Flinching, she pulled out the knife, and pointed it at the boy.

"C-can you see me?" The boy's voice shook as if he hadn't spoken a word in many years.

"Uhhh, yes, nice day, lovely weather, kinda cold don't you think?" She rambled on as she tries to scoot away from the boy.

The boy walked towards her, a strange look in his eyes. As she looked closer, she realized they were tears.

"Why are you crying, I'm not that scary." She laughed at her own joke. As the boy got within ten feet of her, he stopped and sat down, laughing hysterically. She stared at him with wide eyes as her life flashed before her eyes. She was sure he was going to kill her, and it was all her fault.

I woke up a psychopath and now I'm going to die because of it.

She opened her eyes as the boy's laughter quieted down. She laid her hand on her belly, and stared into the boy's eyes.

"Sorry about that, it has been a long time since I've talked to another person. Actually it has been awhile since I've been visible to a person."

"Uh, how long is awhile?"

"About a hundred years, give or take a decade."

"Ohhhhhhh, of course, a decade no big deal… DID YOU SAY A HUNDRED YEARS!? You can't be older then seventeen!"

"Yeah, sorry I don't know much about it either. I kind of woke up like this and haven't changed. I guess I'm immortal, but the Man in the Moon hasn't confirmed it yet."

"Immortal, Man in Moon, ok, makes perfect sense, totally fine." She stared at him with her mouth open.

The boy reached out his hand to her. "Jack Frost by the way."

"Queen of Arendelle. Pleasure to meet you."