So I recently (okay, for a while) became so addicted to Jackunzel that I made three AMV tributes to the pair in the span of 4 days. YES. I'm THAT insane. Well enjoy the story. THANK YOU FOR CLICKING ON MY STORY :'D I love you so much, whoever you are~!

Note: This story is set in the modern times. No Pitch here. The problem wouldn't be a legit villain in Disney or DreamWorks but something else. This is also set when Jamie can already see Jack.

I do NOT own Tangled and Rise of the Guardians

Chapter 1: I Started Believing

Rapunzel always loved to read about new discoveries, art, history and most especially, myths. Who wouldn't right? Especially if those myths had proof or even a tiny spec of evidence it exists. It's very intriguing. That's why Rapunzel is in the library again, searching for something new. She scanned the shelves for something new. Heck, she already read most of the books in her school library. After a few more scans, she gave up and went to the librarian.

"Miss, are there new articles this week?" She asked, her expression of pleading almost made the librarian feel sorry for her.

The librarian, Miss O, smiled at her and showed her a pile of books properly put on top of each other, "Of course, Rapunzel! It just came in." she said.

Rapunzel's scrunched up face brightened into a happy smile, "Oh, yay!"

Miss O smiled even wider, "And guess what, Rapunzel—" she grabbed a book from the pile, "—This book was just released a couple of days ago." She said as she showed Rapunzel a book with a dark green hard cover.

Rapunzel carefully grabbed the book and scanned it. It had gold etchings on it. The title was also engraved in gold. "Mythical Creatures…" she murmured to herself.

"Yes, Rapunzel!" Miss O said in excitement, "It's a book about mythical creatures and legendary spirits." She added. Rapunzel looked at her with delight. Miss O continued, "The author said that those creatures in his book might be real. There are also pictures in the book! Isn't it exciting?"

Rapunzel's smile grew even wider, "Really? I'm going to borrow this right now!" she said.

Miss O knew she would and so, she gave Rapunzel the borrow slip for her to sign. Rapunzel signed it and gave her borrower's card to her and thanked her before leaving. Rapunzel held the book firmly and carefully. She skimmed the pages. It had a lot of pictures of the creatures the author placed. She was very excited to go home and sit down on her bed and read the new book she borrowed. She lived alone and she had no one to talk to that much. Her parents were always away because of their work. They had very little time with even before. When she turned 18, they could only stay for as much as two days and no more than that because they had to go back to God-knows-where-they-work. Books kept her company. She wasn't an introvert but she always preferred the company of books in her house.

After turning another corner, she was finally home. She immediately changed her clothes and jumped in her bed with the new book she borrowed. She started to read, flipping the pages carefully, looking at the pictures with curiosity and wonder. One time, she almost choked on her saliva after finding out that the Easter Bunny wasn't really small and that it could talk—in an Australian accent too! She was so pumped up that she had this urge of wanting to research about these legends and mythical creatures. Tomorrow, she told herself. Then she came across an unknown legend to her. Jack Frost.

"Jack Frost?" She mumbled to herself as she flipped the page to see a picture of him. She tilted her head a bit as she stared into the page-sized portrait of Jack Frost. He had silver-white hair and brilliant blue eyes. He wore a medieval-style cloak and pants. He didn't wear any shoes and he had a long stick that looks like a shepherd's crook. He was the spirit of winter.

This Jack Frost brought about inspiration to her. She was excited about him. She couldn't explain it but there was this thing that made her want to believe he actually exists. It was like an itch that she couldn't scratch. It was annoying yet pleasing at the same time. She took a picture of the portrait and saved it as her wallpaper on her phone. She smiled at the sight of it.

Research mode: ON

Rapunzel wanted to research on him more than anything else in the world that time. She knew libraries wouldn't be open late that night so she tried to look for articles in the internet instead. She googled it, tried in creepypasta and searched in Yahoo Answers. It was already 3 a.m. and she still doesn't have much information about the entity. The only things she knew was that his whole name were Jackson Overland Frost, he has a sister, Emma Overland, whom he saved from cracking ice on a lake and that he died from it because he was the one who drowned, he is the spirit of winter, joy and fun—other than that, nothing more.

Rapunzel yawned and then sighed and closed her browser and turned off her laptop. She lied down on her bed. She frowned. A minute ago, she was sleepy. Now that she's lying down, she isn't. She growled inwardly and went to the window seat and stared outside. It's going to be Christmas soon, she thought. She hoped that her parents will be able to be with her but a part of her didn't care if they weren't. They were always away. With that, she hugged her knees and looked out the window and saw the moon. Her eyes widened at its magnificence.

Thinking back about Jack Frost, she wondered where he lived, how he was like, what he really looked like, how his voice sounded like, if he has friends—human or not and more questions that raced in her mind. Without noticing it, she fell asleep.

She dreamed of being with Jack Frost. He looked quite handsome and he was sitting on a tree branch and she watched him from below. He came down to her so gracefully as if the wind was slowing down his fall. Her heartbeat raced. She tried to talk to him but she couldn't open her mouth. She looked at him. His eyes were so brilliant, so blue that no adjective can give justice to its brilliance. And his hair! Oh that hair of his was so silver-white that it shined under any light. And just when Jack Frost was going to talk to her, she woke up.

Rapunzel grunted. It bothered her so much that it annoyed her to her very core. She folded her lips that formed a small line. Why did she have to wake up NOW? It was getting good too!

She looked outside and saw that it was already snowing. Her dream flashed in her mind. Jack Frost. He did that while she was sleeping. She opened her window, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything weird going on. She was a bit disappointed to find no evidence of Jack Frost. Wait. Why was she disappointed? It's not like Jack Frost is real or something… right? He's just a myth… and yet she wanted to see him.

"Punz, you're losing it." She told herself. She got up and did her daily routine. It was a Saturday so, she could stay home and continue reading, she thought. Or maybe… she could continue researching about Jack Frost.

After eating her breakfast, she went to her room and opened her laptop and continued to search about him. After a while of hard researching, she found out that he lived in Burgess, which was half way across the country. She didn't know why but she felt happy it was just near her place, Corona. She went squealing and laughing and giggling and shaking her laptop out of joy. She opened a new tab and searched images of Jack Frost, may it be fan-made or a costume or whatever she might see nice. Hours went by and she didn't notice it was already sunset.

Rapunzel got up and got a plate of cookies and a glass of milk and placed it on the window seat to open the window and get her laptop. She hummed, getting her laptop. She was smiling and then stared at a fan-made portrait of Jack Frost. The artist claimed he has seen Jack Frost before. The artist said that Jack was on a telephone pole, looking at the moon, like in the portrait he made. It made Rapunzel halt in her tracks. She started to believe in him now. Her heart pumped so fast out of happiness. At least someone believes in him too, she thought.

She went back to the window seat and grabbed her glass of milk and drank from it and grabbed a cookie but… she was able to grab none. What the heck? The cookies were just there a minute ago! She searched on her bedside table, study table, bed and even went back down the kitchen to check if she left the cookies there but no. Her cookies actually vanished!

She frowned and looked down outside her window to see if her cookies had fallen. No sight of it. Where in the world did her cookies go? She grunted and frowned even more and sat on her window seat and leaned back on the wall. She continued to search about Jack Frost—stories, poems, songs, and images—anything about him! She sighed, still depressed about her cookies.

"My cookies…" she pouted, "They disappeared right on time…" she added.

"Sorry, I was hungry too. I'll make it up to you on Christmas." A voice from beside her said.

Rapunzel smiled and said, "You better—" but she remembered there was no one in their house but her and that she was on the second floor.

Wait.

Rapunzel turned and saw a boy with silver white hair and blue eyes looking at her laptop with a smirk. He was holding a stick that looked like a shepherd's crook and he wore a hoodie of a darker shade of blue than his eyes. She screamed. It startled the boy.

Rapunzel fell on the floor along with her laptop. She backed away quickly as she started throwing questions at him.

"Who are you!? What do you want!?"

The pale boy tried calming her down but it was useless. He flew into her bedroom. Flew.

"H-hey! Calm down, calm down!"

Rapunzel screamed louder when he came near her, "Don't come near me!" she shouted as she started throwing random things at the boy.

The pale boy did his best avoiding the things flying towards him and backed away but he was hit with a book. He fell down on the floor with the book open, lying on his head. As soon as Rapunzel saw that the boy was no longer going near her, she grabbed her sketchpad that had hard thick covers near her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The boy got the book off his head and closed it. He looked up at her standing figure. She held her sketchpad close to her in a ready-to-smash position. He stood up slowly, looking at her. She flinched a bit.

"No, no, no, no, no! Don't be scared." He said, "I won't hurt you." He assured her.

"Who are you?" she demanded, "Answer me!"

The boy narrowed his eyes at her, "Wait, you can see me?"

"Who else should I be seeing!?" she said loudly, almost hysterical, raising her sketchpad higher.

He backed away, "No one!" he answered.

"Now, answer me!" she yelled.

"Shouldn't you have known that by now?" he asked back.

Her guard dropped, "What?"

"I saw you last night." He smiled at her as he leaned on his stick. She looked at him in confusion, "You were looking for information about me."

Rapunzel scoffed, "You? I was looking—" she scanned him from head to toe and then she realized, "—at… Jack Frost…" her voice trailed off.

He grinned knowingly, "Exactly."

End of Chapter

Okay so this isn't the best starter chapter but I did my best to grasp what I can on getting this on the path I want. I hope you enjoyed though. By the way, Jack here would be like.. more than 300 years old.. it can go as far as a millennium or more just for a REALLY small portion of the story. :D

Chapters might be uploaded later than expected/should be but bear with me, please?

Questions are welcome!