A/N: Hello and welcome to me being bored as hell on a school day. This is my first (liar) fan-fiction I've ever written so be nice. Please! Because if your not I will crawl into a small hole and pretend that I have friends that are not stuff animals. No really though, this is my first fan-fiction that I have ever posted. Please give me any constructive criticism on my writing, the plot or the characters. I only saw this movie once. Yes, I am very sad about that.

Also, to make things very, very, very clear about this fan-fiction; THIS IS NOT A SHIP BETWEEN JACK FROST AND SOPHIE! If that is the reason why you are here go jump overboard. This is rated T because I like to cuss all the fucking time. This is simply something I wrote during class because I didn't want to work on my essay (really who does?) In summary, I have no life and I cried when i realized Pocky Day had passed and I forgot about it.

This is long, I'm just going to let you read the story now.

~Rune

Disclaimer- If I own RoG then... You don't want to know, honestly.

The crisp morning air caught the girl's breath when she stepped outside. The cold shut her nose with her first breath. The sun shined against the vast field of snowflakes, flashing everything in its perfect halo. She took one small stepped on the snow it crunched and squeaked underfoot.

Everything was perfect that day, well, almost everything.

Jack Frost sat on the slender branches of the oak tree. Below him, a small girl, in her preadolescence, played in the fallen snow alone. Her un-kept blond hair waggled in the icy sun. He jumped of the frozen branches of life reaching out for the spring. The boy landed a few feet behind her, knowing very well she couldn't hear him and placed his hand over her eyes. The girl instantly stiffened at the cold touch.

"Guess who?" The winter spirit whispered.

"Who?" She replied.

"Jack."

"Jack... Who?" Jack stared at her for a second, his smiled faltered, did she really forget him? "I know you're Jack Frost, I was just joking." The Jack Frost. The guy you hear about nipping at your noses and coating windows, yeah, that guy.

Suddenly he was pushed backwards and was tackled by Sophie. They fought in the snow. Her hand constantly trying to push him in, while he easily dodged and they're roles switched. His bright silvery hair blended against the snow like milk as Sophie pressed him into the ground.

Sophie lay on her side gasping her air while still giggling. Jack looked at the young girl clutching her sides.

Her peekaboo blanks clung to her face through frozen water and sweat. They both sat up, laughing. Sophie gave her friend a cheeky grin while still gasping for breath. He instantly noticed the missing two front teeth.

"When did you lose your teeth?"

"Yesterday, I was hoping I would see the Tooth fairy again, but all I saw was one of her fairies. Is she still feeling guilty about that one time when I was two?"

"Most likely." Sophie sighed and clasped her hands together and kicked at the snow. "She just doesn't want to scare you again."

"Me? Scared? Ha! It takes a few blood and guts to scare me." Sophie threw a fist in the air, trying to make herself look tough. She plopped back into the soft snow. The young girl smiled, it was a small smile, but then it grew past her frost nipped cheeks. Her smile reached towards her eyes and she started laughing.

Jack let himself absorb her happiness and she continued to laugh.

Jack Frost looked at the girl, he really looked at her for once. He realized how sweet and innocent she was, just like Jamie was once.

Jamie. The memories pierced his heart. He remembered the little boy he had once played with in the snow. The same little boy who was the first to see him. The first one to believe in him. The boy with the chocolate hair and eyes. The boy who helped save all the children in the world. The boy who once believed in Jack Frost. A deep feeling of saudade reached his mind, blocking out the sound of Sophie's joy. He suddenly felt a terrible weight on his shoulder. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on his and he couldn't straighten up or catch his breath entirely. Jack reached up to rub tears threaten to spill from his cerulean colored eyes.

"Jack? Are you okay?" Jamie's sister studied the winter spirit with her emerald eyes. Was he crying? Sophie asked herself. Don't be silly, Jack Frost is filled with fun, not tears- right?

"Of course, just something in my eye." Jack cringed, his voice cracked. He changed the subject. "You? Not scared? That's the worse lie I've ever heard."

"Shut up!" She pelted him in the face with fresh snow. Sophie didn't notice the change in his tone.

"I bet you had nightmares after that." She shoved her friend into the snow in a playful way. Jack chuckled at her tantrum and dusted himself off and took off into the air. "Oh, I'll make you scared." And zoomed towards the trees.

"Jack!" Sophie ran after the boy, failing to keep up, but tried no less.

"Ah!" Her petite feet got caught on a covered tree root. Next thing Sophie knew her face was met with a hard crash with an icy surface.

She cursed under her breath, her and her clumsy self.

She glanced at her surroundings, she knew where she was. It was the lake, well that's what Jamie used to call it anyways, and he wasn't one with names.

The crystals on the lake crawled across the surface of the water and rested perfectly on top. It was lustrous and beautiful foggy.

But none of that mattered to the young girl as she pushed her sunny, mangy hair out of her eyes. Sophie jumped to her feet at the sound of a twig snapping. "Jack, I know it's you!" She called through the trees, "Come on! I only have a few hours until lunch; let's go play in the snow!" Something shifted behind her causing her to jerk around and take a step back. She gave the ice an uneasy glance and stepped onto the frozen lake.

"Jack? Very funny. Where are you?" Sophie twirled around. Her arms outstretched, keeping her balance in the ice. "Jack? Jack?" Her voice was a bit louder each time she said his name. The young girl continued to call for her friend. She didn't know it yet, but she was afraid.

"Jack!? Jack!? This isn't funny! Jack!?" Her heart started to pound in her chest and she dug her nails into her palm though her glove. Where is he? A cold river of panic trickled up her chest. A pungent odor of something unpleasant permeated the air. She can see that it originated behind her.

"Boo."

Sophie let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Love it? Hate it? Tell me! Actually don't tell me that you hate it, it'll just make me cry. I'm going to make this story funnier, I just being me right now so live with it. Or not, you pick.

I edited, slightly because I wrote it late at night and I didn't notice all my stupidness (which was a lot). I finally came up with a plot! Yay me!I will get a beta-reader because I need one. Not joking.

I will update this weekly, hopefully, if you guys care enough about it.