Jack crouched on a branch, admiring his handy work. The streets were iced, the windows of every house frosted and a thick blanket of snow covered the ground. It was beautiful, everything was always white and glittery in Winter. Of course, it was always Winter somewhere, so he never really got to see anything other than these picturesque scenes. Still, he found that even after all this time he still loved it all.

"Not bad." He smiled to himself. His long white hair blew in the gentle breeze, and he couldn't help but laugh as he saw the kids playing in the snow, building forts and hitting each other with snowballs.

As his eyes roamed the street, he found himself drawn to one girl. She was sitting on a bench in the park, a fluffy white scarf wrapped around her neck and a panda hat on top of her head. The tops of her mittens were pinned back, and she was turning the pages of a book excitedly, like she couldn't wait to get to the end. Jack chuckled and stood up on the branch. Summoning the wind, he took a leap and landed a few metres behind her. She wrinkled her nose at the breeze, but otherwise was too engrossed in her book to turn around. Can't see me, then, he thought to himself. Jack shook his head and tried to shake away his thoughts. Of course she couldn't see him. Nobody really did, did they? In all his life, there'd only been a small group of children who could see him, and that was years ago. Jamie would be about thirty now. Plus the girl was about seventeen, she wouldn't believe in him anyway. Jack felt his smile disappear as he thought about that, and he tried desperately to drown out the negative thoughts. As he stared at her, he couldn't help but wonder why he felt so upset she could't see him. Wasn't different to anyone else. Jack closed his eyes for a few seconds to shut his brain up. Once he felt a bit happier, he picked up a snowball and hit her on the back of the head with it, shooting up onto the nearest branch when she looked around for the culprit.

"What the? Who threw that?" Her accent was that of Dublin, broad and Irish. Her petite features were screwed up and mostly hidden by her scarf. She was average height, about 5"5, and her deep auburn hair fell in tight curls around her face. She wore blue-rimmed glasses and a light dusting of freckles covered her face. She wasn't obviously beautiful, but Jack couldn't help but think that she had a certain prettiness about her.

Laughing silently, he waved his staff and another snowball appeared on the branch next to him. He picked it up and blew on it, his icy breath casting a blue shimmer on it. "Me." Jack flung it at her, knocking the book out her hands and into the snow.

She cried out and bent to her knees, lifting the book back up and gently brushing the snow off it. After inspecting it and deciding it was okay, she let out a sigh of relief and stood up, cringing at her now wet jeans.

Jack landed softly behind her and tilted his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hit your book."

"You're just lucky you didn't ruin it." She said without turning round. She was still trying to flick bits of snow off her jeans. "If you did you'd be buying me a new one."

Jack gasped and stumbled back, looking around to make sure there was nobody behind him. Was she talking to him? Could she hear him? "Can, can you...can you hear me?" He asked, his voice shaking.

She turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Obviously."

Jack gave a startled laugh and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes were wide with excitement; he never though someone would see him again. Did this mean everyone could see him now? Was he visible? Jack's head buzzed with questions- it was like Jamie all over again. "And you can definitely see me?"

The girl looked around warily. Was this a prank? "Um...yeah. Listen, you're kinda scaring me now so I'm just gonna go."

Jack reached around and grabbed her arm. "No! Wait, please! Don't go. Please."

The girl pulled free from his grasp and cradled her arm. "What the hell? Leave me alone! I'll scream! Don't think that I won't!" She stepped back and slipped on some ice, Jack catching her before she fell.

Jack chuckled nervously and helped her regain her balance. "I don't doubt that you will. But it won't do you much use. Nobody else can see me. Not unless they believe. Which they don't."

They girl looked at him with confusion on her face. Who was this weirdo? "What do you mean nobody else can see you? Are you high or something? Believe in what?"

Jack cracked a smile and took her hand. "Believe in Jack Frost."

The girl laughed and pulled her hand back. "Please, you don't look anything like Jack Frost. Isn't he like a tiny elf thing? I like your attempt though; the hair's cool. And the contacts are really awesome. But I still think you're on drugs."

Jack stepped back and looked at her in disgust. "I am not an elf! Who said I was an elf? I bet it was Bunny! That little-" Jack bit his tongue. "He's so getting a blizzard at Easter again."

The girl stepped back and gave a awkward smile. "Yeah, well...good luck with the blizzard and all that. I'll see you later crazy person."

"Hey! Wait. I never got your name." Jack said, his hand on hers.

She shivered at his touch; his hand was like ice. His skin was smooth and pale, and as cold as the snow on the ground. She looked into his eyes again, smiling slightly at all the different shades of blue in his iris, all swirling together like the sky at night. His long white hair blew gently in the wind, and she suddenly felt self concious that he was looking at her so intently. For a crazy person, he sure was good looking. But still crazy. "Rose. My name's Rose."

Jack smiled and dropped her hand and bowed. "Jack Frost, at your service."

Rose scoffed. "So you've said. Now I really am going to go, now. Bye, whoever you are."

As she was walking away, Rose head his quiet voice, full of amusement. "What if I could prove it?"

Rose turned round and crossed her arms. "What?"

Jack leaned on his staff and smiled at her crookedly. "What if I could prove I'm Jack Frost?"

Rose laughed and dragged a hand down her face. She should leave, but she felt intrigued by this stranger. She didn't think he was going to hurt her, and if he did she could always scream. Finally, she gave in and walked back. "Fine. On you go then. Make it snow harder."

Jack grinned and waved his staff. More snow began to fall from the ground, rapidly adding to the already thick blanket of snow. "Easy."

Rose's eyebrows furrowed and she narrowed her eyes. It had to be chance. Or luck. Something else anyway, there's no way he couldn't done that himself, it's impossible.! "Okay. Make the snow stop."

"Fine." Jack used his staff again and the heavy snowfall ceased, then after a second picked up again.

"Ha! See, it started again. Liar!" Rose pointed out, nodding at Jack.

When she looked at him however, he wasn't standing any more. He was perched on top of his staff, his balance perfect. "Well, it wouldn't be fair to stop all the snow. Think of the kids."

"Oh my God, how did you get up there so fast? Is this a trick? How do you do that?"

Jack laughed and gave her a lopsided grin. "Because I'm magic. And this is my staff. Not in itself magical, but I like to keep it around any way."

"...Magic. Yeah, sure." Rose studied the staff, looking for hidden wires of poles. Her eyes scanned and scanned but she couldn't find anything. "Okay, seriously. How? Do something else, really prove it to me."

"I told you. I'm magic. I'm a guardian, I make snow days, I fight darkness every now and then and I'm friends with the Easter Bunny." Jack winked at her and jumped down from his staff next to Rose.

Rose let out a small snicker and immediately turned it into a cough. No way she was letting him think she had accepted him yet. "You're barefoot. What's that all about? And seriously, show me what you can do."

"Because I don't feel the cold. I could walk about stark naked and I still wouldn't feel a thing."

"Yeah, let's not do that..." Rose said, giving a quick smile.

Jack feigned shock and grabbed her hand. "Please, you'd like what you saw. So would tooth. And Bunny, definitely Bunny. Anyway, do you trust me?"

"No."

"Better start to. Because we're going for a ride." Jack grinned and grabbed her chin, looking into her soft Hazel eyes. They were hidden by the glasses, but now that he'd saw them he couldn't help but think how beautiful they were.

"Oh we are? Where?" She mocked, turning her face away.

Jack wrapped his hands around her waist and leaned in next to her ear. His breath tickled her ear, and she could feel herself yearning to lean into him. "Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold tight."

Rose laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body against his and shook her head. What was she doing? She'd never met this boy before in her life and yet here she was, pressed against him like some clingy girlfriend. She was also certain the guy was a pot-head, but still instead of running she stayed with him. Well done Rose, ignore all your instincts, she thought to herself. Just as she was about to pull back, she felt Jack jump, although instead of landing back down again, the wind seemed to be underneath them, keeping them afloat in the air. Jack clung to her protectively and urged the wind to push them further and faster, until they were into the forest. He set Rose down gently on a branch and kept himself afloat in front of her.

"Well? How was that?" He asked, looking at her.

Rose stood on the branch and clung to the thinning trunk of the tree. How the hell had she got up here? She was on the snow just a few seconds ago and- Whoosh! Suddenly she was here, with this mysterious boy floating in front of her effortlessly.

"Oh my God. What the hell just happened?" She panicked, her eyes wide. She searched for a foothold so she could get down, but it seemed the only way was to climb down or jump. She didn't really want to do either.

"You asked me to prove it. So I did. We flew, from the park to the forest. Could've taken you further, but I don't know how much humans can take on the one go." Jack considered this for a few seconds then smiled at her again, enjoying the whole experience.

"You're Jack Frost. You're actually Jack frost. Oh my God." Rose muttered to herself, staring at him wondrously.

"The one and only." Jack smiled and landed softly next to her. He pulled her hat off, unleashing all her auburn curls. Her hair was long and shiny, and Jack loved it already. Jokingly, he placed the panda hat on his own head and waved his staff, causing tiny flakes of snow to fall around them alone.

"I just met and flew with Jack Frost. That's just...wow. Is this a trick? Am I dreaming?" Rose looked at him and poked his chest, to see if he was real.

Jack grabbed her hand and held it in his. "How many times do I have to prove it's a trick? I'm real. Just as much as you are. I'm over three hundred years old, and I'm the spirit of Winter. I'm incredibly talented. And handsome."

"And modest." Rose shook her head and studied him intently. He looked real. He felt real. But he only looked seventeen, how could he be over three hundred? "Three hundred years old...but you still look young. How?"

"I'm immortal. I died in my human life when I was seventeen. Then the man in the moon picked me to become the spirit of Winter and well...here we are."

"The man in the moon? What exactly is a guardian? Why can only I see you?" Rose's head buzzed with questions; Jack was a complete puzzle, one she absolutely had to solve.

"Wow, slow down there. One question at a time," He laughed and gave her hand a squeeze. "Look, I have to go. Winter-y things to do and such, got to go give Scotland a storm. Might as well give Russia an ice day, too. But I'll be back tomorrow, okay? I'll answer all your questions then. Meet me at the bench again, I'll be there. I promise."

Rose went to answer, but lost her footling and slipped. She screamed as she fell, bracing herself for the impact of the ground, but instead she felt Jack's strong arms catch her instead. He grinned and set her upright, checking her over quickly.

"It would be nice if you wouldn't, you know, die before then." He said, handing her back her hat.

Rose sank against him and took a shaky breath, glad to feel his arms wrap around her. She had no idea why she felt so drawn to him. He was a spirit, immortal. She should run. She should pretend she never saw him. That would be the logical thing, nobody would believe her if she told them about Jack. But there was a nagging voice in her head telling her that logic is stupid. She listened to that voice and ignored logic. Tilting her head up, she looked at Jack's face again. The more she stared, the more beautiful it became, and she found herself leaning up on her tip toes. Jack put a hand on the small of her back, and Rose felt herself being pulled closer. His head bent down to hers, but just before their lips touched she panicked and stopped him. "Where's my book?"

Jack leaned back and raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"My book. Where is it?"

"Oh. Here." Jack took the frayed book out from his jumper pocket and studied the cover. "The Faults In Our Stars. Old book, isn't it?"

"Old, but amazing. Thankyou." Rose took the book from his hands and hugged it to her chest, blushing furiously.

"Must be if it's more important than the moment we were having there." Jack joked, leaning on his staff again.

Rose's cheeks deepened and she scowled at him, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out. "We were not having a moment."

"Oh come on, we totally were. You were going to kiss me!" Jack laughed and pointed his staff at Rose, grinning when she tried to swat it away.

"Do you mistake all contact with you as flirting?" Rose snipped at him, trying to avert his gaze. She had a feeling if she looked into those ice blue eyes she'd be staring all day.

"Oh, that wasn't you going to make a move? Man, I must be behind on the times. Last time I checked that counted as flirting. My mistake." Laughing, Jack jumped lightly and landed behind her, staring her right in the face as she went to turn.

"Shut up." Rose gave in and laughed, pushing him back gently. His hoodie was almost the same brilliant shade of blue as his eyes, and frost covered the shoulders and sleeves.

Jack opened his palm to reveal a large snowflake, the detail so intricate that Rose gasped. Jack lifted it to his mouth and blew on it, a blue shimmer glowing over it. "There," he said. "Now it won't melt. Keep it."

"Jack...it's beautiful. Thankyou, really." Rose smiled and lifted it gently, holding it in her palm.

"I wonder why you can see me? Like, we shouldn't even be able to do this right now. Are you definitely human? 'Cos this is pretty weird, for someone of your age to be able to communicate with me. You're special."

"Hey, all questions answered tomorrow, remember? Now go give Russia that ice day. I'll be here tomorrow, at the bench. I promise."

Jack gave her a lopsided smile and Rose felt her heart skip. "Till then, Rose."

"Farewell, Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter." Rose gave a grin and revealed two deep dimples, one on each cheek.

Jack winked and summoned the winds to carry him. In less than three seconds, he was gone, and the only thing that remained was the snowflake sitting in her palm. As she looked at it, Rose felt her lips pull into a smile. No mater what else happened from now on, no matter how old she got, she'd never forget this day. This was the day she realised something about herself. Something huge, that could change her life.

She had a crush on Jack Frost.