He would never forget the first day he saw her.
It was cold, and dreary, but then again, most Winter days were like that. Jack tried to make the season a bit more gentle, but sometimes (more often than others) nothing would cooperate with him.
"Shit," he heard her voice, quiet, and not so much full of malice as it was agitation. It was unique, like she came from a different world. Well, more like a different continent. "Why's it gotta be so freaking cold?"
"It's Winter," he remarked, "that's how it works."
Jack didn't expect what happened next to happen. She spun around to face him, bright ginger hair flowing behind her. He could see little snowflakes had gotten themselves entangled in her mess of waves, and he smiled down at her. How tall, exactly, was she? Jack was five feet, eight inches easily. But she was at least a foot shorter than him.
"Well, no sane mortal would wear...that," she looked Jack up and down with distaste in her eyes, as if to say, "that shirt? with those pants?" "You must be a spirit."
"Wow, you are good at this." he smirked, and leaned on his wooden staff casually. "The name's J-"
"-Jack Frost," she interrupted. He blinked a few more times than necessary. "Oh, come on. The densest person in the world would know who you are. You've even got frost on your hoodie!"
He blinked again before looking down at the visible patterns of frost etching their way from the cuffs of his sleeves, the edge of his pocket, and around the bottom hem. "So, you know who I am. Am I supposed to know you?"
"No." she replied curtly. At this, Jack raised an eyebrow.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"I have nothing to do with you, or vice versa. Kindly understand that's just how things work." she examined his features, like this generation's Sherlock Holmes. She saw the bags under his eyes, slowly fading. His eyes were a remarkable blue, like of the sky as it's reflection hit the frozen surface of the water, shattering the ice and displaying the blue beneath, along with the shimmering blue above. Those things definitely held some secrets. His eyebrows were dark, yet there were white hairs that you could see occasionally when light hit them at the perfect angle. Definitely not from old age, though that would have been hilarious. His hair, a perfect white, also not from old age. It was windswept and unkempt, yet it fell in a relaxed manner, perfect for the easygoing and fun loving spirit of Winter. He was a heart breaker in his past life, she just knew it. The answer she already knew: swerve. Don't look back. You can't afford to have your heart stolen again.
Her intimidating gaze lay upon Jack, and he couldn't help but discover new things about this new girl. long sleeves-
-duh, it's Winter for God's sake-
-a tattoo on her ring finger, these huge piercings in her ears that Jack had seen teenagers donning, but didn't know how painful that would be on their skin, and a nose piercing. She no doubt had more tattoos, Jack just knew it. Her eyes were remarkable. Just a flick of those kelly green colored eyes and it could determine life or death on whatever she chose. They came off as cold, and uninviting. Jack knew, deep down, that they could never be like that. She looked really...Spring-y.
"Shouldn't you be hibernating, then?" he teasingly asked her. She rolled her eyes.
"Shouldn't you be frosting over some car windows?" she shot back, even faster. Wit was always a good trait. Not so good when you shoot it at people like a missile, intending to damn them to hell.
"Already did that." he smirked.
"Oh, good," she said, "so I can't make you leave."
Jack's face fell. He didn't like it when people didn't give him a chance. "I'm sorry, did I do anything wrong? I thought we were off to a pretty good start."
"I just don't need anybody in my life, is all."
"Why is that?"
She could've punched him if she so desired, but April held back. Nobody asked her this many questions. But, then again, she'd been alone for almost seventy years. She chose to be alone.
"Because the more people in your life, the more heartbreak gets caused." she answered plainly, and began to turn around. Nobody could tell her differently. She knew from experience.
"I don't believe that for a second." he said bluntly. She stopped, and glanced over her shoulder. "I don't," he mumbled.
"Go on." she said. "Explain to me why you don't believe that."
"Because!" Jack bounced where he was standing. "You surround yourself with people, and they make you feel better, make you feel happy. They make you feel wanted, and they make you feel like you matter."
"Someone had a happy childhood." April remarked.
"Yeah, I did have a happy childhood." Sorta. "But I also had-and still do-friends that were there for me, to pick me up when I was down. To fix my heart, rather than break it."
April remained silent. She couldn't say anything to him that could potentially give away what had happened to her. She hit the ground with the toe of her boot, and stuffed her hands in her pockets.
"I, uh, have to go." she said finally.
"Where to?" he asked.
She thought for a moment before responding. "Away, is all."
Jack nodded, and looked the other way. "See you around, Miss Nameless." he teased. Before she could walk away, Jack had glanced back in time to see it-a faint smile adorning her lips. It made him smile wider, and with ease, he took a running start and sprang up, into the chilly Winter air.