I'm putting a brand new OC in the ROTG movie. I think I've waited long enough to do this. I've got her doing her own thing in Rebellion of the Sirens, but I want to put her in here.

Please be honest, but not brutally honest.

A 10 year-old girl was crying to herself near a frozen lake.

The other kids were making fun of her again just because of her. . . Unique appearance.

For starters, her skin was so white, she would've just been a patch of snow, if it weren't for her purple jacket and her long black jeans. Her bluish/black raven hair was in a tight fishtail braid that was able to reach the floor of the snowy forest. Her vividly purple eyes glowed in the soft darkness under a willow tree, and they were stinging with tears.

The kids would often call her names like Albino, Vampire, Dracula's daughter, and a lot of other things.

She wiped the tears from her eyes as fresh snow began to fall. She often ran here in times of distress during the day, but never at night. She only came here now, in the middle of the night, during the coldest week of winter, because her parents were fighting again.

So she ran away here, and didn't want to go back. But she didn't plan that far ahead and didn't pack any clothes, blankets, or food. She ran here because she felt a certain connection with this lake. She didn't know why, she just felt it

She felt a lot of things. Hurt, anger, fear, depression.

"Maybe if I just stay here and freeze to death, everyone would be better off without me." She said to herself out loud. She tried to think of the one good memory that would make her smile.

'Peter Pan.'

Oh, yeah! The Disney movie that she always loved. She would often dream of going to Neverland, and sword fighting, and mermaids!

But she knew that dreams are not real.

She still smiled, though, because she always believed in Peter Pan. As silly as it is, she did and she does.

'WHOOSH!' A strong breeze rushed over her frail body. She shivered, but didn't try to warm herself.

"What are you doing out here kid?" A voice asked. The girl whipped her head around, her snow-flaked, raven-haired braid whipping around. There was no one in sight.

"It's just the hypothermia talking. It'll all be over soon." She sighed.

"Are you alright?" The voice asked again. It was a boy's voice, young and mischievous. This time she looked up.

It was a boy! Sort of. . .

He had white hair, striking blue eyes, and pale skin. His figure was tall, stature, albeit slim. His clothing: a blue hooded sweater, frost collecting around the ring of the collar, and trousers bound with lighter material starting from the knee down to the rather tattered and frayed bottom, and was barefoot. In his hand was a staff with a G-shaped arch, resembling a shepherd's crook. He stood a top a tree branch and frost quickly spread around him.

"Peter Pan?" The girl asked.

"What? No, I'm Jack Frost! Wait-" He flipped down from the tree branch and hung upside down in front of the girl's face. "You can see me?"

"Y-Yes." She answered, shivering from the cold.

"Someone can actually see me!" He jumped from the tree branch and on to the forest floor in excitement.

"So, you're the real Jack Frost?" The little girl stood up and was actually quite tall for a ten year-old.

"Yeah," He smiled before facing her, "So, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

The little girl hugged herself and looked down at her feet. "The other kids keep making me cry and my parents don't do anything expect fight. And sometimes my daddy would get so mad he would start hitting me until I started bleeding." Tears began to fall from the little girl's purple eyes. "So I ran away."

Jack knelt to the little girls height.

"Hey, you did what you felt like you had to do. There's no need to cry."

"But now I don't have a home! And I'm too scared to go back!"

Jack pulled the little girl into a hug. He didn't know what else to do in this kind of situation. The little girl didn't fight back, but she was confused.

"What are you doing?" She asked. Her tears had slowed a bit.

"I'm giving you a hug. You have gotten hugs before haven't you?" He pulled out so he could look her in the eye.

She shook her head, her braid whipping around behind her.

"What's your name, anyway?" He asked.

"My name's Cadence, Cadence Vivian."

After that, things have been better for Cadence and Jack.

Jack had brought Cadence back to her house, and when she got into her room, the police arrived, upon request of a neighbor who heard the yelling and made a complaint. Her father was arrested and things have never been greater. Cadence's mother got a well-paying job and Jack came to visit Cadence every winter.

It was like this for the past seven years.

And their real story was just beginning. . .