Fairy fire shall lead you astray:

I first met him in the woods behind my house. They are vast, desolate and cold, due to the Scottish temperature. I thank the wisps for allowing me to meet him, they're will-o'-the-wisps actually. I remember them clearly, blue or green balls of lights, which giggle whilst they lead you to your fate. I ran and I ran, further into the forest and off the trail. Jumping over rocks and tree roots, as fast as my 8 year old legs could carry me. My dark curls streaming in the wind and my grey eyes set upon catching the next wisp. They led me to a lake, it was grey and murky, but no ice whatsoever. The temperature hadn't dropped enough for it to ice over or even snow.

All I could think was "why would they bring me here?" and then "well at least I found somewhere new to explore." And then suddenly, it was snowing, just like that, pure white snow.

"Brilliant, I've been waiting for it too snow," I exclaimed.

He must of heard me because then, the lake that had been lapping at my shoes, started to ice over, in crystal snowflake patterns. I giggled loudly, looking intently at the lake. An ice cold had breeze nipped at my nose as soon as I giggled.

"Jack Frost?"

And as soon as I said that he appeared, skating across the lake with a look of astonishment covering his face.

"Can you see me?" he asked. I nodded quickly, smiling up at him as he stopped in front of me. "You can hear me?" he questioned. I nodded again, confused. I watched as he back flipped on the ice, whooping with glee. "No one has seen me in almost 300 years, and now you, you can, and oh this is brilliant," He exclaimed.

"So are you really Jack Frost?" I shouted, because now he was gliding with glee across the lake.

"Of course I am little miss, who do you think gives you snow days and nips at your nose, hmmm?" He bowed at me and winked, "what's your name little miss?"

"Elizabeth Black, It's nice to meet you Jack" I smiled brightly. "I didn't think Jack Frost wore a hoody."

He stood there grinning impishly, blue hoody adorned with ice patterns and brown leggings not meeting his ankles. He wore no shoes or socks and he carried a staff with ice swirls reaching from top to bottom.

"What would you have me were then?"

"Err, I don't know, I just never imagined you in something well modern though"

"Well I have to keep to the times, Elizabeth," he smiled and started walking through the woods back where I had ran through only minutes earlier, "And I like my hoody thank you, well are you coming?" He had turned back to me grinning.

I ran to catch up. "So Jack, if your real does that mean, Santa is real? What about the Easter Bunny? And the tooth fairy? Are they real?"

"Well of course they are, they're a bit stuck up, and I've been trying to get into Santa's Grotto for years but I can't get passed the yetis. Why don't you believe in them? Normally 6 year olds like yourself believe in them, what made you stop?"

"I'm not six, I'm eight thank you very much" I huffed.

"Oh sorry," His grin reached his ears, he looked terribly like the Cheshire cat in that one moment.

"And I do believe, it's just Conor, he's my foster brother, he told me and Jared, my actual brother by the way, that they weren't real and Jared believed him, him! It was so annoying because Conor is always lying but Jared believed him and called me a baby 'cause I said they were real!" I sulked, my bottom lip protruding out, in a pout.

"Oh don't pout, pleassseeee, they're just growing up so they stop believing" he says quickly whilst nudging me.

"But Jared is only a year older than me, and, annnnd Conor shouldn't influence him, he's bad! He got suspended from his school for a week, for bullying, well that's what Richard said whilst he was on the phone" I was sulking even more now.

"Oh come on Lizbeth, no sulking now it's not a good look, you should talk to your brother. Anyway, I know what could cheer you up, do you want to go flying Miss Lizbeth?"

Up, up and up we went. Higher than the trees and up into the clouds we sailed. He held onto me tightly with one hand, whilst the other kept a hold of his staff. Flying just below the clouds looking down on the now snow covered landscape, my house a small block in the distance was already covered in a layer of snow.

"Jack, could we hit a plane at this height or may be a bird?" I asked worriedly.

I small chuckle rumbled through his chest. He had a small smile adorned his face whilst he said, "I've been flying even before planes were invented so I don't think so, and do you see any birds anywhere?"

"No because it's snowing"

"Well then Lizbeth you'll just have to trust me, now where is your home?"

I pointed in the other direction and smiled. "That way Jack, did you say you were trying to get into Santa's grotto? Why? Doesn't he allow you in?"

"Of course not, I'm on his naughty list" He was grinning now, "So tell me about your family."

"Well I don't know my real parents, they died very young, well my mother did, it's like my father died because no one can tell me or Jared what happened. We were placed into foster care when I was three, but we only got fostered by Richard and Claire about a year ago, they're nice."

"What's Jared like kid?"

"He's annoying and overprotective, why are you on the naughty list? You don't seem mean, I think Conor is on the naughty list."

"Well I do like to cause trouble and break rules, sometimes the only way to have fun is to break some rules, anyway Elizabeth here we are back at home, I shall see you later."

"Awwwww," I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, "Don't leave, we were having fun!" I was practically on the verge of stamping my foot.

He crouched blue eyes looking into grey, "I've got to go give over children snow days, but I promise I'll be back."

I nodded and ran up the path to my back door, slamming it open startling Claire and everyone inside. I was shaking my wet hair, when a knock on the window came. Jack Frost was outside the window drawing a cross over his heart and waving goodbye.

"Elizabeth Andromeda Black, Where have you been?" Was the resounding cry from Claire. Claire was looking at me her dark blonde hair wrapped loosely into a bun, soft features and a glare of almond brown eyes. I was so in trouble. I really want to run.

"Erm the woods? I saw a wisp though!"

"You are not supposed to go into the woods without permission young lady! And look at the weather it's snowing!"

"I know right, its brilliant!"

"Little lady look at my carpet and your clothes they are soaking!" she cried in her Scottish accent.

"errr, sorry Claire, can I go get changed? I'm a bit wet"

A/N I have decided to add the chapters together, it seems to flow a bit easier. Thanks x