A/N: This story has... literately spent years in the making. Not even being written down, just plotted out mentally until I had a story. So please let me know what you think of it.

Hello Hello!
This story has been in the back of my mind since ROTG first came out, but it didn't always start out as gay or as complex as I'm writing it down to be. In fact, it was just me, being young and seemingly straight, that shipped Jack Frost with Cupid, back when Cupid was a young girl that had a book on her hip full of names written in pink ink.
She'll still appear, but not as prominently, and only in passing.
Recently, I've gone over what was wrong and right, what was okay and what wasn't, and I've decided that it was perfectly fine for me to ship an oc with Jack Frost; there's no harm in it except if I were to write the 18+, which would be crossing a barrier for me, for some reason.
Long story short, this story came about because I told myself "If everyone else can ship Jack with Elsa, you're free to ship Jack with Ida. Fretting over the smaller details is dumb; just have fun without crossing the lines you've drawn".
So here we are.
What kicked me off my ass to write this is the artist, niccillustrates on tumblr! I saw her art with Jack and I just had to find her commission prices, to which I then spent the best $32 ever by commissioning Jack and Ida (not kissing or anything, but we're getting there.)
I highly suggest going to commission her, she deserves it! And without her, this wouldn't exist, so take it as you will. It made me happy, and that's what matters most.

Many would have you believe that the Ancients don't exist.

The Tooth Fairy, Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, or even Jack Frost, despite how many stories there are of them across the world, or how everyone seems to have been talking about them throughout the ages. For all anyone knows, they started out as oral stories, being told from parent to child, carrying through the generations with few, if any, changes.

The Tooth Fairy has always taken teeth; Santa always gave gifts, and the Easter Bunny always spread fun to the kids by hiding eggs or giving treats. Of course, Jack Frost was always cold, always drawing on your windows, or freezing your water bottles on your way to class.

However, there are more Ancients, ones that haven't yet been mentioned. Of these, the most important would be Cupid; or shall one say Cupids?

Come from a long line of powerful beings, Cupid takes the form of a young woman. She's the keeper of Old Love, the kind of love that you feel when you've been married for 19 years and you still feel that flutter in your heart when your partner walks into the room, when you still believe your partner to not have aged when you're nearing your final days. She's not alone.

All of the stories told, or mentioned, exist. They only appear under the condition that you believe in them, that you trust in them. If you don't, well then. You live a sad and magic-less life, don't you?

Tooth is very nice, and sadly doesn't come out often. North is busy year round, but will take time out of his day to give you the attention you need. Easter Bunny is actually Bunnymund, and can be cold before you get to know him.

Jack could be called the worst of the bunch, depending on your personality. He's energetic, childish, carefree. Deadlines don't scare him to the point that he pretends they don't exist. Why should the protector of Childhood worry about such adult issues?

However, with this attitude raises an issue; Jack is so dense to the more adult issues that he becomes completely blind to anyone he pisses off aside from those he pisses off in a joking manner. Such as with Bunny and the blizzard from years back.

This story, not told by anyone else at any point in time, was unbeknownst to the icy man himself until it was rudely shoved into his face. This is the story of how he'd pissed off Cupid's son.

To preface, Cupid and Jack got along very well.

Cupid hadn't even met Jack on purpose; rather they ran into one another while Jack was still a free spirit, bringing joy to those who couldn't see him. She'd been in a rush against the bitter cold, bringing love to those who stood under the falling flakes.

"My apologies, ma'am!" Jack had done an exaggerated bow, pretending to take off a hat as he bent before her, glancing back up in awe when he heard a reply.

"No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." She'd paused, just to gather some information on who she'd just been blown into, noting his pale blue eyes and his white hair. "What's your name?"

"Frost! Jack Frost, to be precise, always at your service!"

They'd shaken hands, promising to have a snowball fight the next day if she could find him.

This had been far back in the 1850's (Cupid would later learn that Jack had passed away in 1712, after he'd regained his memories), and their friendship had grown stronger since. When you've got eternity laid before you, you tend to wait things out, to let the information reveal itself as it decides.

For Cupid, Jack had been there through many of her ordeals. Granted, she'd been a Cupid for many years, long before Jack had even been considered Jack; hell, she'd been born before time was counted by years, by thousands of years!

After Jack arrived, however, he brought fun into her life. Jack was the one who suggested that she try out different things aside from the normal chocolates and wine. He had multitudes of snowball fights, and even barged into her Cupid duties by suggesting that they spice up certain pairings, including and not limited to making a prince and a shepherd boy fall in love. Despite how many claimed he was ruining her, leading her straight to her doom, she denied these claims and kept him around.

For some reason, the topic of family never came up, aside from a passing "Ah, but I promised my wife-" or "The children begged me to stay in-".

Jack never wandered the castle long enough to find any other rooms, never even found the family tree, which hung in the throne room.

Sometime during the 1900's, no one's sure when, Frost ran into a new creature-no, a new person.

Much like with Cupid, he hadn't been paying attention. He'd been chucking snowballs at unsuspecting victims down on the street, creating chaotic fun when he'd heard a shrill cry.

"No!" the voice was panicked, a bit in the higher pitch. "Now I'll have twice the work to do!"

Frost turned around, facing the newcomer, wondering about the fuss.

He was met with glaring eyes that seemed familiar, black pac-man shaped eyes that stared down in the ground in horror. A soft pink bow was strapped to this person's back, their hands pressed to their head, pushing some dark blonde hair into their eyes. Most interestingly was the pink, slim dragon-like tail that swished in clear irritation.

"You!" the person startled Jack, making him back up as they flew up to him, taking out their bow and an arrow, aiming straight at him. "Just what did you do to my town!?"

Jack shrugged. "I gave them a snow day, why?"

This newcomer, apparently a man, cussed, snapping an arrow in half. Drops of red fell to the ground, vanishing the moment they hit the ground.

"You've essentially locked them into their homes! Now I'll have to go to every house in this god forsaken town and shoot everybody in the house!" the man mussed up his hair, cussing even more before taking out another arrow. "What's your name."

Frost saw no need to lie, figuring that this would all blow over quickly, and he'd be able to return to having fun.

"I'm Jack Frost. Heard of me? I'm rather famous."

The boys' face scrunched up, his entire framework conveying annoyance and disgust. "Sadly I have. Now get out of this town! You've caused enough damage as is."

Jack didn't even have a choice; the newcomer booted him out of the town by shooting an arrow dangerously close to his face. He wasn't sure if it would hurt him, but chances simply couldn't be taken right now.

That had been decades ago at this point in time. Jack had long since forgotten about what had even occurred, and even if he remembered, the events of Pitch Black and his nightmare army certainly pushed back all thoughts of it from his mind. He simply didn't have time to think about it anymore.

The only reason he remembered it now was because, well.

A very pissed off and very familiar face was staring at him from across the meeting table in Cupids tea room.