Yeahp, another Jack Frost X Reader. I based most of the non cannon characters after my own family~

Disclaimer: After a failed attempt at getting into North's workshop, I'm trying to get the rotg rights from the warren, so I dont own Rotg YET.

YET

The definition of bordem: Mathematics. You sit at the back of the class, trying to preserve warmth while actually getting something done so you can get out of here on time. White plumes of breath tumble from your lips as you breath out the bitter cold air. You bet the school thinks keeping the heating off last lesson keeps the school warmer. Maybe if you're in the main building, then that would apply here, and obviously, it doesn't. The hardcore nerds surrounding you have their heads down, excelling past the hardest questions you could complete in this lifetime, not effected by the uncomfortable temperature.

You're glad that the work set for everyone else is simple enough; Fractions. You fly through the first three sets of questions before cracking out your artpad. One of the few advantages of sitting at the back with nerds - the teacher hardly ever notices you. You usually draw what's on your mind. Flicking through the pages, you get glimpses of some of your previous out of control doodles, for an example the Cupid outfit you'd drawn on Valentines day last year that started off as a child's chirton, or the dark scribble in November that developed into these graceful nightmaric horses galloping across your page. You find a clean crisp page and press your pencil against the smooth paper. You start by drawing an array of beautiful unique snowflakes down the edge of the page. Then, as usual, you elaborate the picture. Images of snowball fights, sledding and snow angels flood out of your imagination onto the paper. Not before long, the whole A4 page is plastered with the stuff, apart from the bottom right corner. You glance at the nearby windows, hoping for some inspiration. Luckily for you, you see some stunning fern-like frost crawling up the window. Carefully and precisely, you copy them onto your book.

You dive into the sea of students trying to all get through the corridor and out into the fresh snow at the same time. You hop out as soon as you get to your locker. Your friend, [F Name], is sorting out her stuff in the locker next to yours. Hers is plastered with photos of [Celebrity/Boyband], who she 24/7 fawns over. You couldn't care less about [Celebrity/Boyband], as they're not hot as hot as [F Name] makes them out to be, never mind that he/she/they have thousands of fawning fangirls that they'd pick over [F Name].

You open your [Colour] locker, revealing a pile of your winter stuff to wear home(scarf, coat, etc...), a pile of artwork and stationary and doodles spread all across it, looking anything but [Locker colour]. You quickly get on your winter gear, briefly sharing each other's methods to not get pelted with snow on the way home with [BF Name]. Soon after she leaves, you shut your locker and head out too.

As you'd expected, there is a world war three in front of the school gates. You put up an umbrella, and run as fast as you can through no mans land. Surprisingly, only a couple hit you and soon your in a safe zone. You spring into a quick jog, the snowball fight in the distance behind you.

Unlike everwhere else, the road that you live on looks untouched by human limbs. You don't want to ruin it, but you're gonna have to, to get home. You leap through the ankle deep blanket of white, hearing the satisfying crunch of the snow beneath your boots. Chills run up and down your back. You break into a leaping run, seeing your home only a few houses away.

You can't stop; the snow in front is ice. Struggling to stay on your feet, you look straight ahead. I car starts to pull out of its driveway, and there's no way you'll be able to stop in time. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace for impact, but none comes. Opening your eyes, you see that the car had stopped reversing, and you've passed the car with ease. You let out a big sigh of relief, watch the breath dissipate, run home.

As you open your front door, you're greeted with a rush of warm air and the smell of wood and cookies. Wood, because over half of the house and it's contents are wood. Cookies, well that's about to be answered. Your mom comes around the corner, carring a tray of freshly baked cookies, her bushy chesnut hair bouncing behind her shoulders. You nab a cookie, and start running up the staircase.

"[Name], after getting changed, can you take Jenny and Naomi out to the park? Naomi wants to hang out with Sophie again."

"Yeah, I guess. It's not like you'll let me say no."

Jenny is your youngest sister, only eight. She has bushy hair like your mom, but hers is mousy brown/blonde. She is always active doing something, and is very annoying. She loves My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

Naiomi is 11. She has straight mahogany hair that trails all the way down to her butt. Her favourite colour is purple, and she is more annoying than Jenny, but that's only when she's on a sugar high.(most of the time)

After changing into a suitable attire, you yell for your sisters. They turn up at the bottom step, eagerly awaiting you to let them go play. You roll your eyes, slipping on your [Colour] snowboots. When you step out into the gorgeous snow, you smile. Apart from the painfully cold air, snow days are quite enjoyable.

You successfully get them to the park without loosing them. You'd rather not waste your energy on a snowball fight, as you'd rather admire the beauty of winter. You remember when you were a kid, having snowball fights with your classmates and this fun teenager. But that was you years ago, when you were seven.

You take notice of the two teams. One side has Sophie, Naomi, Jamie (Sophie's brother) and Jamie's girlfriend, Pippa, plus a hoard of other kids. On the other team, there are about 10 different kids looking defenseless. That's hardly nice at all, but you have a feeling that they're not as innocent as they look. As they're about to wage war, Sophie screams.

Suddenly, the park is a stampede. All the kids are bolting away from some mist tumbling out of the forest. What's so scary about mist? It briefly flashes black. You blink again, and the mist stays black. It doesn't look like nice mist. You gasp as you're scooped out of your seat by Jamie. What the heck is going on?

You give him the most bewildered look that you can make. He shakes his head.

"There's really no time to explain," he says, running out of the park gates, "Let's just say that black mist is after you and your family. "

You really don't know how to respond to that. This is the weird stuff that happens in fanfiction, not real life. Without slipping on the ice and snow, Jamie shoots down street after street, his brown hair dancing in the breeze. Not before long, he puts you down outside your house. You can see the black mist at the end of the street.

Jamie runs away, leaving you to your own abilities to get inside. Before you can even open the door, your mom opens it, pulling you inside.

"[Name], go to your room and grab a few of your possessions, we need to move."

You don't question your mom, you just run to your bedroom.

You smile as you open the door.

Covering your walls are bookcases and posters. For an example, above your bed there are [Fandom 1], [Fandom 2] and [Fandom 3] posters plastered on the wall, like a replacement wallpaper. In dunes all over your room there are piles of books, causing the [Colour] floor to be hidden from everyone's eyes. The only things that tower over the sea of literature is your bed, which is [Colour].

You hop, skip and jump through a safe invisible path through the books to the bookcase with your absolute favorite books. You carefully pull out [Book], open it up to page 394, and take a deep sniff of that old book smell. Ah, so refreshing. You are about to pull out another book, when you're thrown backwards into a wall. You let out a short scream before hitting the wall and flopping to the ground. Supporting yourself with your elbows, you look up to see what/who had just done that to you.

When you look at him, you feel like all the happiness had been sucked out of you. A tall grey-skinned man towers over you, a sharp toothed grin on his face. He has merciless golden eyes, and he's wearing somesort of black robe made out of shadows and darkness. The only thing that makes you feel better is he has no eyebrows, which looks kinda funny.

He holds his palm out upwards and makes a raising gesture. Three rings of levitating black sand appear and bind you; one around your ankles, one around your arms and waist and one around your neck. Meraulously, these lift you into the air and tighten so you're immobile. You scream as loud as you can, only to be gagged. You try to unsuccessfully slow down your rapid breathing. What in the name of insanity is happening? He holds your chin and turns it like he's evaluating a piece of meat.

The door bursts open, revealing your furious mother.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Enormous spiked vines burst out from the word dunes, whipping the man away, into one of your bookcases. The sand rings around you tighten painfully. Your mom seeing what was happening, runs straight to you, ripping the sand right off of you. You colapse into her arms. Then she turns to the man.

"Is that really how to treat your daddy, Emily?" He sneers, smirking.

"Ever since those fearlings got you, you have NOT been my father" she growls, hugging you closer, "Now STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!"

With that, she flicks her wrist and vines whip the man out the window.

That creepy man is your grandfather?!

You're immobilised by shock. Your mom hands you 10 random books and carries you out of your bedroom. Your entire family is downsteirs; Naomi, Jenny, your dad, your older sister Annabelle and your older brother James.

Annabelle is about an inch taller than you, is 17 and has shoulder length ginger hair. She is very musical and loves the Harry Potter franchise.

James is two inches taller than Annabelle, is 19 and has [Colour] hair. He is a gamer and a anime nerd.

Your dad has [Colour] hair, and is the same height as James. He always wears a suit and bowtie. He keeps his hair in a quiff. He is a computer whizz and a gamer.

Your dad removes a rug to reveal a large wooden hexagon with the leter 'G' in blue on it. Since when was that there? Then he lifts it out like a plug. A rush of warm air billows out of the hole. Your mom jumps in first, safly landing in the darkness, still carrying you.. the rest of the family file behind. You stiffen up, as the darkness reminds you of your 'grandfather'. Fear sets in and you can feel yourself ready bolt if need be.

You notice a speck of light ahead. As you get closer, you can smell pollen? But it's winter! You mentally sigh. Someone better soon explain, otherwise you're gonna loose it. Soon, you've reached the speck of light. You're in some sort of summery meadow. Green is everwhere. You relax. Your younger siblings are bouncing around, while your older siblings gasp at the impossibility of this place. Suddenly, there's a gasp from the left of you. Stood about five metres away is a huge rabbit. He is grey and white, and he is wearing a leather sash and gauntlets (?). Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. What the hell is he?

"Emily..?"

"Sorry to come on such sort notice Aster," your mother says, "Pitch physically attacked [Name]."

He gasps looking worried.

"We need to speak with North ASAP."

He nods, then turns to the rest of your family.

"Now which of ya ankle-biters wants ta ride on mah back?"

"Me! Me! Me!"

"Me! Me! Me!"

Both Jenny and Naomi run towards 'Aster', and climb on his back. Then everone breaks into a run, following Aster. Everyone surprisingly keeps up with him. The temperature keeps drop uncomfortably, causing you to shiver. You travel through what feels like over half the world in 5 minutes, before surfacing in a corridor. A corridor as in like, one with proper flooring and that, not dirt and stone.

As the eight of you walk into the nearby hall, you nearly faint as your eyes widen even more and you jaw drops to floor. From what you're seeing right now, you can instantly place all of these childhood figures. First of all, Aster is the Easter Bunny. The feathered women is the Tooth Fairy, the beer bellied man with a beard is Santa, and the short yellow man is the sandman. Alright, now you're in a state of shock, but then again, so are the rest of your siblings.

"Emily! Greg! Come it, No?" Santa says in a thick russian accent, gesturing to the nearby sofa, "Phil can show the rest of our guests to their rooms."

Now it was just the Big Four, mom and dad, and you. She places you n the end of the sofa with your frozen expression of shock. You feel a icey breeze play wiyh your hair, but you can't care less - it's not as weird as all the rest of this. You even feel something poke your forhead but you don't react, you just carry sitying there until everything goes black.

Yeah Father Time / reader's dad is called Gregory, I got help with that name from my real life Annabelle, my sister Charlie :3

This has taken around six months to write, ya know, cause school and HdWs and ToD.

So please review, tell me what you liked and dislike! I just love all of you guys!

BTW whoever tells me what I'm referencing by 'Page 394', will get a sneak peak at chapter two!