An: I've been wanting to write for ROTG again for awhile, hopefully this will end up being a lot longer than my usual stuff, just a warning, this is going to use stuff from the movies and books. So without further ado enjoy.


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He desperately tries to cling on to the life he is leaving behind but it's a losing battle.

He's dying, there isn't enough air only cold frigid water pressing against him and filling his lungs.

He knows it, knows it's useless to fight, but still he struggles as the last dim glimmer of light begins to fade from his eyes.

'It's over, sorry everyone, mum, dad, Emily.'

As he's drifting down into the abyss, he lets go.

'Has the moon always looked so large?'

For and indeterminate amount of time he floats there. Slowly, slowly a faint silver white starts to creep across his hair as his already pale skin drains of what little colour is left.

His body is cold and dead and his spirit wanders the boundary between life and death, passes the gate through which he knows there's no turning back, but he's just so tired, but just before he reaches it something stops him, pulls him back.

When Jack Frost wakes up he knows his purpose.

There floating deep under the frozen water that surrounds him gazing up at the moon above he remembers his life: chasing Emily giggling and shrieking as her older brother's pursuit, collecting wood for the fire, shivering in the cold and huddling their many layers of blankets and clothes tight when they don't have enough.

He remembers, he remembers everything.


It's exhausting work and he spends most of his first year as the Spirit of Winter trying to avoid the catastrophe that was to come.

So far he hasn't been called to carry out anything beyond what he knows are minor duties but he knows it's only a matter of time before he's called on to take far more drastic measures.

He is a regulator, a balancer, a wintertide marshal ushering in snow and storms the world over but he is not the architect of this grand design he toils at. The weather systems of the world are vast, unpredictable and intricate.

It's a delicate balancing act and the consequences when he got it wrong could be grave.

If he tampered too much and exceeded the acceptable bounds of his interference a disaster likely even greater than any he might have tried to forestall would almost certainly befall someplace else in its place.

Mother Nature could be cruel, she like him has a job he knows, yet how he wanted to rant and rail at her sometimes, but he knew as well as she did just what would happen if she faltered.

Mess with the worlds weather patterns too much and it would signal massive change on a global scale, one that would have grave consequences for mortals and immortals alike.

Actions and consequences, it was an important lesson. Even the smallest of changes had effects that rippled out throughout the world.

The first time he made a mistake, a real mistake, it was when he redirected a snow storm that was supposed to hit a small village is France.

At the time he had not yet understood just how delicate and precarious a balance it was Mother Nature kept in check. She'd told him on their first meeting that sometimes disaster and tragedy were inevitable, that he might even be called to be the one responsible for them.

That was the grand design after all, minimize casualties where you can and keep the balance lest even greater tragedy befall the children of the world.

From the animals, to the plants, to the people, they would all suffer if they failed.

When he felt it he was atop a mountain in the middle of setting off avalanches before they could build to levels that threatened the towns bellow.

It started as a sort of itch at the back of his mind, but it wasn't until the wind started to rattle the windows of the cabin he was taking a break on the roof of to get his attention that he really started to pay attention to it.

He took to the sky without hesitation the moment the winds finished their report unhooking his staff from his back as he went. He urged them to shoot him high above the clouds into the far upper reaches of the atmosphere where even birds dared not to tread, there wasn't any time.

He'd been in northern Europe but the winds took him across the seas and far south.

When he arrived he stood riveted in muted horror.

The winds that had fetched him swirled about him, fretfully telling him this was supposed to be a Grade Four rain system, something had gone wrong, something had gone terribly wrong.

Furiously he racked his brains, what had caused this, what had he done to have caused this. With a jolt he realized, 'that storm I stopped over that village that has to be it!'

He felt sick, 'I didn't want this, never this!'


That year when at last the northern winter began to give way to the thaw of spring he retreated south, carried by the winds.

He could feel in his bones the inexorable wane of winter's hold and he didn't need to see the grass peaking through the thinning snow to know it was time he moved on.

The winds told him that too, that the Northern Winter would soon end. They had been a part of the weather before even he could imagine. Long before life had ever existed or civilizations came to be the winds had been born.

He'd become rather spectacular friends with them. The winds were he though, perhaps the only friend he had in the world, but even they could not make him forget the terrible mistake he had made or alleviate the guilt that plagued him.

He remained lost in his thoughts as he allowed the winds to carry him south. They stopped in their journey only once at Jack's behest to take his mind of things lest he drive himself insane with guilt.

It wasn't anywhere special, just some strange city in some foreign country that Jack could have never dreamed of as a mortal, but then they all were really weren't they.

Still he loved it and it cheered him immensely, and it was here dancing across rooftops and icing windows that he got his first glimpse of green feathers as he passed by the window of a sleeping child in a blur.

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An: As usual updates are probably going to be a little inconsistent but I'll try and update regularly. The second chapter should be up sometime soon; in the meantime like always I'll try to get back to any reviews you guys leave.