What am I doing guys? What am I even doing? I haven't even seen this movie and I'm already coming up with head canon and writing fan fiction. Help guys.

I've picked up enough spoilers to know that Jamie is apparently the first to see Jack. So I guess this is post movie. I firmly believe that once Jamie believes it will somehow spark a chain reaction and the belief of Jack Frost will grow. SOMEHOW!

This will be a series of one-shot about Jack. I call it Flurries because flurries are short bouts of snow and these are short stories.

I'm not exactly an expert on drawing on frosted windows. We don't get that in Texas a lot so… yeah. Whatever it was an idea and I went with it.

I don't own anything. Rise of the Guardians belongs to Dreamworks. The poems mentioned belong to their respective owners. The Lonely Scarecrow is by James Kirkup. Mr. Nobody is an Anonymous poem, On the Ning Nang Nong is by Spike Milligan, and Jack Frost is by Cecily Pike. The picture described is Eric Kincaid's.

Melanie is mine though.

Picture Perfect

Melanie hummed Christmas carols under her breath as she doodled on the frosted window panes. Tiny fingers swirled patterns over the glass as she stretched over the couch to reach the windows looking out into the back yard.

She loved snow days like this. She didn't have to go to school. She got to wake up late. She got to drink yummy hot chocolate with breakfast, and mommy had promised to take her to the park in a few hours. Mommy didn't like her going outside by herself, but Melanie didn't mind. The park was so much fun, and she couldn't wait to build snowmen and make snow angels.

After a while her fingers got too cold to keep drawing on the windows, so she slid off the couch and went to look for something to play with in her room.

She didn't really want to play with her dolls right now, and she didn't have anyone to play cards or board games with either. Mommy was too busy upstairs doing chores. Sometimes Melanie wished she had a brother or sister to play with. Then the bookshelf in the corner caught her eye, and she pulled out her favorite book.

The tall white book was called "The Children's Book of Verse," and was covered with colorful pictures of different characters and animals on the front. Mommy said the rhyming stories inside were called poems, and Melanie liked the way they sounded when she read them out loud.

Melanie opened the book and read the poem about The Lonely Scarecrow first, but decided that one was too sad and moved onto the next page to read a funnier one about Mr. Nobody. She skipped the next few pages and found her favorite one about a silly, noisy place called The Ning Nang Nong.

Then on the next page she spied a picture of a funny looking man in white. Melanie thought he looked like an elf and if she had one word to describe the man it was "pointy." He had long pointy ears and a skinny needle nose, his fingertips were pointy and even his shoes had pointy toes. She looked over at the title to see who the character might be.

"Jack Frost" Melanie read out loud. Then slowly and carefully she read the poem.

"Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He's after our fingers and toes;
And, all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.

"He'll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he'll shake;
To windows he'll creep,
And while we're asleep,
Such wonderful pictures he'll make.

"Across the grass
He'll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white;
Then home he will go,
And laugh, 'Ho! ho! ho!
What fun I have had in the night!'"

Melanie remembered hearing the name Jack Frost in the Christmas song on the radio. When she first heard it she'd asked why a man was running around and biting people's noses. Mommy had explained that stories said Jack Frost was the man that brought winter, and that he was the reason it snowed and why the windows frosted. She also said he wasn't really biting people's noses and that it was wind.

Suddenly, Melanie had an idea, and she jumped up to run back to the living room clutching the book to her chest. She climbed back up on the couch and balanced the book on the back of the piece of furniture. Then she leaned over the back of the couch as far as she could, and started drawing the picture of Jack Frost from the book as best as she could.

She drew the pointy chinned face with the long nose and the pointy ears. Then she drew his funny clothes complete with the pointy toed shoes. Then she added a few snowflakes, and just for good measure she wrote the name Jack Frost on the bottom of the window pane so that when Mommy saw the picture she'd know who it was.

Melanie picked up the book to compare the two pictures when there was a tap on the window. She lowered the book to look outside then dropped it with a gasp. There right in front of the window was a teenage boy floating in front of her back yard window.

He was dressed in a blue hoodie and brown pants that were crusted with frost at the edges. He had bright blue eyes and spikey snow white hair and in one hand he was carrying a long crooked stick.

He grinned at her and tapped the window pane where she had drawn and pointed to himself with a look that clearly said "that's supposed to be me?"

Wide eyes never leaving the boy's face Melanie scrambled to pick up the book and flipped it around to show him the poem. He squinted at it through the window scrutinizing the picture then shook head. He then took his stick and tapped the window once making it frost over again.

Melanie raced to wipe the frost of one pane and was relieved to see the boy was still there. He was still floating, but had struck a pose standing like a superhero with his head held high and one hand on his hip and the other holding his staff high. He glanced over with a cheeky grin that seemed to say "try again."

Melanie giggled and began drawing the boy outside the window. Obviously she wasn't good enough to draw him exactly (especially since frost wasn't exactly the best way to draw a master piece), but she did a little drawing that looked a lot more like the boy floating above the icy grass on her back lawn. She drew his round face and gave him long sleeves for his jacket and pants. She tried to draw his spiky hair and when she was done she put a smile on the drawing's face and added the funny stick in his right hand. She wrote his name at the bottom and added more snowflakes in the corners.

When she had finished she tapped on the window and showed him her drawing. He stared at it as though inspecting it, and she waited anxiously hoping he liked it. She gave a little squeal of delight when he smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

He tapped the window to make sure he had her attention and she bounced on the couch excitedly as he began drawing on the outside of the window. He traced the shape of an angel and suddenly the picture pealed itself from the window and began fluttering around outside. It circled his head once and flew off.

Melanie gave another happy squeal and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Melanie?" she froze hearing Mommy call for her, "Melanie are you ready to go to the park?"

Melanie's smile drooped and she stared at her new magical friend. Suddenly she had an idea and reached over the couch again to write on the window pane next to her drawing.

Going to park she wrote in her clumsy seven year old hand writing Wanna come?

He squints for a minute trying to decipher her hand writing then smiles at her with a nod. She lights up, and squeals jumping off her couch with a leap.

"Melanie, are you ready? Mommy was calling again.

"Coming Mommy!" she called loudly. She looked back at the window, but Jack had gone. Unable to contain her excitement she rushed to grab her coat and her hat and her boots and mittens.

She just couldn't wait.

For some reason or another I didn't want either Jack or Melanie to talk to each other. I just thought it was better that way. Actions are louder than words after all.

Okay so head canon number one Jack has always had a soft spot for little girls. Pre-memories or post- memories. He's always had a soft spot for them because they subconsciously remind him of his little sister. Jack was the best big brother ever.

I have more for this series. Who knows if I'll get to them. I don't know. This thing may explode with stories after I actually go see the movie.

Also: Jack, Why u no visit Texas? Hmm?

Constructive criticism is craved guys. :)