A/N: Hello all, 'tis me! Whom you are most likely unfamiliar with. ;) Anyway! Just going to forewarn you this story is not suitable for those under the legal age of 18 (that's right kids grab your lunchable's and hit the roads, big kids are here to play). Right now it may be totally PG but in future chapters it will be rated R for the following reasons!

-Strong language (Do not complain you've been warned)

-references to drugs and alcohol abuse

-references to some other heavy stuff

-Jack Frost smut (cuz damn I'd like to hit that)

Ehem, I believe you've been warned. *Sternly eyes underage readers*

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except any OC's that pop up!

Snow floats down overhead in torrents, assaulting my vision and causing me to squint and cover my eyes with my hand in order to avoid being temporarily blinded by each snowflake that seems utterly determined to take shelter in my eyes.

"Good ol' Burgess for you…" My grumble is ignored as I look over the streets, now clustered with snow and children running about the streets decked out in hats, coats, gloves, and patterned scarves as the street lamps began to turn on.

"Natalia, do your old man a favor and help out with these bags instead of dazing off in the snow." My dad pushes past me with a teasing grin, and I roll my eyes before turning around and walking to the back of the black lifted pick-up truck that my dad treats like his first born child.

I lift up the hatch and pull the opening to the bed of the truck down, and grab the few bags that are sitting there with my name practically written on them. I pull out a gallon of milk, some boxes of cereal, and a loaf of white bread. I close the bed up and walk to the back of the cab, opening the door as my dad jogs back over from the house where he's just opened the front door. My brother trots down the steps and grabs the bags waiting there from my dad.

"Looks like this is gonna be a pretty decent storm Nat, good thing we got back when we did." I nod and grab the remaining bags before slamming the door with my hip and walking slowly up the slippery driveway and into the house, ignoring the falling over Santa blow up and droopy reindeer while my dad rushes off to clear them of the snow.

My mom has Christmas music playing and I can smell dinner cooking the second I walk through the door. "Stuffed manicotti tonight ma? My favorite!" The fireplace is warming up the house as I set the bags on the table and begin sorting through them.

"It's Sunday Natalia, and you've been begging for manicotti since last month. Now get back into the living room and decorate the mantle will you? The stockings need to go up still." I roll my eyes and nod my head, rolling the bags all up into one as my mom pilfers through the food and starts putting it away. I shove them into the gift bag hanging from the garage door handle and make my way into the living room, where a box is sitting in front of the fireplace.

I grab the silver and gold garlands first, pinning them to one side of the mantle and then twisting them together loosely and hanging them on the other side. Then I made four half loops across the top of the fire place, one for each stocking.

First, all the way to the left I hang my father's stocking, a traditional red and white stocking with 'dad' written across the top in gold glitter. Next is mom's, with mom written across the top in the same glitter. Third is my older brother's, Nikolas, with his name written in gold glitter as well. Finally there's mine, with Natalia written in the same glittering letters as the rest of the family.

After pinning them all by the small loop, I reach back into the box and pull out the snow globes one by one, placing the larger ones in the back and the smaller ones in the front. The shelf still looks slightly bare to me, so I reach down and grab a bag of white 'fluff' and fill in the gaps between the snow globes with it.

"Perfect Nat, it looks great!" My dad kisses me on the forehead and I smile at him, picking the box up and walking into the hall, pulling the string to the attic down and then the steps.

I step up slowly, placing the box on the floor as I finally reach the top and pulling the string to light up the attic. There are boxes with labels on them everywhere, such as 'birthdays', 'labor day', 'memorial day', 'Easter', 'thanksgiving', and quite a few empty boxes with 'Christmas' printed on the front in my mom's neat hand writing.

I place the box in the cluster of its kind, before walking over to the big window in the center of the house that faces my back yard, which opens up into the forest. Snow is continuing down in thick white torrents while the steely gray sky shows no sign of letting up anytime soon. I draw up my hand and place it on the chilly glass, shivering at the temperature.

"Looks like Jack Frost is at it again with the snow days…" I murmur to myself with a smile before turning and walking back to the light, shutting it off and then climbing down the steps.

Frost travels across the window of the Romanov house, where the youngest child of Nikolas and Natasha was just standing. Intricate designs play across the window, and should she have stayed but two more seconds the seventeen year old would have been thrilled with the delicate patterns strewn across her window.

To the naked eye, this would be not but a mysterious occurrence, but to an eye belonging to that of a person with the gift of belief, on the other side of that window you would see a boy with his hand pressed against the glass on the opposite side of where Natalia's had been not more than a second ago.

His hair was white like snow, and his skin an unnatural pale in comparison to the ivory skinned girl who he'd been looking at just a minute ago. A brown hoodie covered his torso and arms while torn brown pants protected his legs, with a wooden staff in one hand and a wanton gaze in his winter blue eyes, every shade of winter battling for dominance in the blue orbs.

Where his hand lay the frost started out, curling and twisting this way and that until there wasn't anywhere left for it to go… "If you only believed a little harder Natalia, you'd realize the truth behind that statement." Jack Frost pulled his hand away quickly before tugging his hood over his head, a forlorn smile on his lips while he leaned back and soared through the sky, disappearing from the view of the window.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Not much to this chapter just a little bit of an introduction but there willlllll be more. ;)