I just want to say that I'm new and that all of the characters ( except maybe one ) you recognise from movies, belong to their rightful owner. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Except Hazel.

I've been standing under that tree for hours, waiting for him. He wasn't going to come and I knew it and he knew it and all of the world knew it. The leaves and snowflakes knew it too. We all did. And it crushed me, I crumbled just like all of the autumn leaves…

A few months earlier.

I was standing in the courtyard of a palace watching people, princes and duchesses flirt their way through the garden. I made a little breeze set me down on the ground and I straightened my back, in a hopeless attempt to look strong. Walking to an oak I turned to see the last rays of the setting sun. It was a perfect autumn day.

"Hello," his voice rang in my head. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is." I answered the day I met him. "I'm not."

"Nonsense." he said smiling, he had such a pure smile that was almost calling you to join in on the grin.

"What's your name?" he asked looking me in the eyes, his smile fading.

"Hazel Fall."

"That's a nice name. Do you know mine?"

"No," I lied. "and I'm pretty sure that I don't want to."

"Well then." he looked hurt. "I hope you have a good life, Audrey Fall. And a winter free one."

I stood there under that tree with one thought and one word on my lips:

Jack Frost.

I want him to come here again. Last year he met me right here and he said he'll see me again. And I wanted him to come.

Just as the sun kissed the Earth goodnight I felt my heart sink. Deep down, sink under the part of me that knew he forgot about me, but I kind of wanted him. Not like I had some history with him and not like I gave him a reason to come back… But I wanted company. 217 years of being all alone was never good for someone. I watched the bal come to an end and a man stand up on the podium and say:

"Thank you all for attending the bal, and dressing up in honor of fall. And of course thank you for welcoming winter." a big applause followed the man's words and slowly the crowd started to fade away. I waited 'til midnight. No sign of him. I gave up. What was I thinking? That someone who is loved and worshiped by so many will just come meet someone who dismissed him? Yeah right.

But then. Then I felt a breeze. It was so cold and so chilly, it seemed to freeze the leaves. It was him. How did I know that? The wind told me so. That's the only thing I ever wanted to hear.

"Well," a deep voice said. "look who's here."

"I thought you have somewhere else to be." I said turning to look at the barefoot boy with a mop of white hair and such eyes... blue as the winter sky.

"Thinking isn't the most reasnoble answer sometimes, you know?" he said coming closer.

"Then what is?"

"Fun." he said with a grin spreading across his face.

"Is it just me or is it getting colder here?" I asked with a turn. I started walking down a little path. I felt his eyes on the back of my neck and I guess he made me make leaves wirl around me in a small leaf tornado.

"You're nervous." he concluded.

"What makes you think that?" I said turning, spreading my hands and walking backwards, a gesture meaning that I am an open book.

"The leaves." he said an even newer smile creeping up his face. "It happens to me sometimes too. When I'm frustrated or exited I can't control my element that well."

"An element?" I smirked. "That's what you call snow?"

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just weird."

"Well isn't everybody?"

"Not really. But I'm weird for sure."

"You? No, not you, you're perfect." I thought I heared him say, but it must have been my imagination.

I just want to add that I'm using some phrases too and that I would be so so so grateful if you would read this and tell me what you thought of it! ( Sorry for the spelling mistakes ).