Snowflakes drifted from the smooth, grey sky landing gracefully on the sheet of glistening ice that covered the bustling streets of London. As the sun set, the frost shimmered and sparkled on rooftops and cars, on patches of slippery pavement and frozen ponds. The wind accompanied the snows fall, whistling through peoples hair and piles of paperwork left in open windows. Adults observed the weather with a displeasing shake of the head whilst children screamed in delight, attempting to catch the elegant flakes of snow dancing through the air.

Far above the disapproval and excitement, perched on top of Big Ben, sat a frail figure. His thin legs and bare feet dangled over the edge, knocking gently against the hands of the clock. A baggy, blue hoodie was scattered with beautiful patterns of frost trailing up the sleeves and around the neck whilst pale, ice-cold hands played with a frozen staff. The wind rustled through the boys silver hair and made a smile appear on his face.

"Hey Wind," The boy chirped, floating to his feet, effortlessly "Time to go home?"

The Wind replied with a sharp gust of cold air that lifted the teen off his feet for a few seconds before letting him bounce back to the floor.

"Ok, take me home buddy."

But just then, Jack let his gaze flicker up to the sky. Waves of luminescent light weaved through the snow clouds. The Northern Lights!

"Change of plan, don't think I'm heading home yet."

With one last look towards the English city, now under a blanket of snow, the boy fell backwards off the tower, only to be caught in the Winds embrace and carried off into the night.

"You know where to take me."

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"Thanks buddy." He flashed the wind a pearly white grin before entering North's workshop. Inside he was greeted with the still stunning sight of busy yeti's and elves rushing around and frantically fixing toys. The variety of colours and noises was enough to make even Pitch Black gasp in awe, every aisle, every floor seemed to be filled with wondrous inventions and fascinating sights. Flying contraptions whizzed around the spinning globe, scattered with lights in the centre of the grand building. Still not over the pure awesomeness of it all, the boys mouth hung slightly open as his bright blue eyes seemed to absorb all they could. In a slight daze, he meandered through the hall, leaving behind a small trail of ice.

"Jack Frost!" North's booming voice and open arms greeted him just as he had leaped onto the room facing the Globe.

"Hey, North. How's things?" Jack replied, swinging his staff over his shoulder.

"I will tell you, but we must wait for others." North signaled to a chair but Jack just chuckled and flew up to sit on the wooden scaffolding. When North had to go off and deal with a Yeti who seemed to have painted a bundle of toys the wrong colour, Jack looked up at the Moon. With a smile on his face, he whispered "What have you got for us this time?"

The Moon didn't answer.

Authors Note:
I know this chapter is a little short but it's just to get things rolling. I'm not sure how often I'll get to write a new chapter but I'll try to keep writing as consistently as possible. This is my first ever fan-fiction story so please be a little lenient on the reviews :) I appreciate any constructive criticism and tips as they are the key to improvement. Let me know if you like it so far and keep your eyes peeled because things are about to 'Heat Up' in the next few chapters - see what I did there?
Thanks for taking your time to read my work - Ellie x