Darkness. That was the first thing I knew.

It was dark, it was cold... And I was scared.

Then...

I saw the moon.

So big, so bright, and it seemed to chase the darkness away.

Meanwhile, it was as if it pulled me up, through a hard surface that cracked and eventually broke from its force. I was lifted into the air, above the treetops, and had a clear view of the gigantic glowing orb in the sky. I felt like it was smiling at me.

And then, I wasn't scared anymore.

The moon gently let me down, back to the ground. I looked down, below me. I saw the icy surface of a frozen lake, some cracks where it had broken to let me through, and a lot of snow on the banks of the lake. Looks like it is winter, I thought. Something was bothering me, though, but as a couldn't figure it out, I put it to the back of my mind to sort it later.

My feet touched the cracked ice, which promptly froze solid.

I looked at my hands. The skin was pale, the fingers lean and quick; like they were used to do many things, and in a very short time. I noticed a weight on my shoulders. I looked and saw a cloak draped over them. The tips and edges of it were frozen. I was just wondering why that was, when I heard a faint whisper. I looked in its direction, and found myself looking at the moon once more.

"Your name is Jack Frost."

I waited, thinking that he would tell me more, but as I heard nothing I figured that he was done. I didn't think much of it.

I tried to walk, and almost slipped. I laughed at my clumsiness; I had forgotten that I was standing on ice. I straightened my stance, and tried again, being more careful with the slippery surface this time. I took a few steps while looking around. It looked like I was in the middle of a forest. Taking another step, my left foot touched something hard, other than ice. I looked down, and saw what seemed to be a normal tree branch; but when I touched it with the toe of my right foot, a bit of frost appeared on its surface. I crouched down, took the branch off of the ice, and held it before my eyes.

While I was examining the form of the branch – which resembled a shepherd's staff – and the frost appearing on it when I touched it, I accidently dropped one end. I instinctively shielded my face with my right elbow. I heard a strange sort of sizzling and crackling as the tip of the branch hit the frozen surface of the lake. Magic, was the first word that came to mind when I heard that sound. Deeming it safe enough, I lowered my arm after less than a second, to see something weird, strange, and very fascinating.

There were ice flowers growing where the ice and the wood had met.

I looked back at the staff-shaped branch in wonder. Could it to that again?

I stood up and walked to one of the nearby trees. Standing in front of it, I lightly tapped the curl of the staff on the bark. Again the beautifully patterned frost appeared. I grinned; this was fun! I turned around to face another tree, and made the ice flowers grow on that one too. I was laughing now. I turned around and began to run across the surface of the lake, dragging my staff behind me, laughing all the time.

Somehow, the wind seemed to notice my joy, and swept me off of my feet and up in the air. I was startled at first, and wobbled in the air; but once I found out that I could control what I did, I calmed down, spread my arms, and hung still in the air. I grinned again. Cool! But because of that thought, even a small one like that, I focussed on how awesome this was instead of on flying and keeping my balance, therefore the wind dropped me and I fell trough a tree – seemingly hitting every single branch – before coming to a halt on a particular broad branch just above the treetops with my arms and legs around it. Strange enough, I wasn't hurt. Again, I laughed. Wow, I am quite the cheerful guy, am I not?

I picked myself up from the branch, crouching on top of it. I heard a sound to my right. It sounded like music of some sort. Looking there, I saw a small village near the edge of the forest. Well, why not practice my flying a bit more, and go there?

As soon as my feet touched the snowy ground, I lost my balance and fell. When I stood up, I fell again. Good job, Frost, I scolded myself, but almost immediately forgot my clumsiness. I had just flown! All by myself! Well, not like there would be anyone to teach me, but whatever. I was proud of myself and chuckled, brushing some snow off of my cloak.

Good. I'm at the village. What am I going to do now? I wondered. I decided to ask around for what this place was called.

I walked into town and said hello a couple of times, not addressing anyone in particular, waved to a few people I walked past, being kind. Strangely, though, nobody reacted. Maybe they're too busy? It kept bothering me, though.

I noticed a kid chasing a dog through the main street. Let's see. Kids are always kind enough to stop and answer, right? I crouched down and asked the boy: "Hello, do you know where I am?"

Like the rest, he didn't acknowledge me crouching here. But he was taking this very serious, as he didn't slow down, and didn't move to run around me. I noticed this all in the split second before he ran straight through me.

It was as if I wasn't even there…

Author's notes:

Heyy Fanfic readers! Welcome to my story. This is my first story ever, so please tell me what you think should be changed (I'm not an native to the English language), or if you have a request as for what you would like to see Jack doing. I won't do much drama, for Jack doesn't know anyone - yet. But if you got an good idea, let me know and I'll see what I can do!

Also, if you have seen the movie, you may have noticed that this is exactly what happens in the first 3:16 minutes. I have done that to give you guys a opportunity to help with making this story unfold(and because I have very few ideas for this story haha XD).

See you next chapter,

CrazyDragon200.