Rapunzel walked to the door and looked back one more time, she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to wake up her roommate. She grinned and slipped out, locking the door behind her. She took the stairs with a light bounce and out into the chilly morning light.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled, it was a perfect morning. With her art supplies hanging at her side. She walked slowly across the campus until she was far enough away from it and set up her easel, gingerly putting the canvas on it.

She loved to do this. Every morning for a week she had been coming here and painting the morning sun which danced across the green grass and the fairy-like meadow across the stream from her. It was a magical time, and she couldn't wait to finish it.

This particular morning someone else was up, and he strolled across the campus with a lazy swagger that many might recognize. It was the walk of one who attends classes late, skips whenever he wants, and still manages to have good grades. He was the annoying student that all the professors hated, and all the students envied.

His attention was drawn by a flicker of brilliant light in the distance. He turned, shielding his eyes and squinting. With nothing else to do, he edged closer, walking toward the figure which moved fluidly. Her tiny wrist worked magic on the canvas, and for a while he simply stood there watching her, impressed by her skills.

"Wow, that's beautiful."

The girl jerked and turned to face the boy whose black eyebrows rose up, he smiled. "What?" She stammered.

"Your painting, it's beautiful." He came closer, eying the glimmering yellow paint and dashing greens. "You're really good…" he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. "How come I've never seen you around before?"

Rapunzel fidgeted, "perhaps we just never bumped into each other." She offered, "I mean, I've seen you." She shrugged, fiddling nervously with her paintbrush.

"Really?" Jack leaned away from the painting. "I'm sorry now that I never saw you."

She shrugged smiling, "you have other things to think about."

Jack laughed, "yeah, sure. Like outsmarting Professor Aster."

Rapunzel blinked, "he's a wonderful professor."

The boy put his arms behind his head, "figures you'd think so." When she didn't reply, he lowered his arm and offered her his hand, "I'm Jack, Jack Frost."

"Rapunzel," She accepted his hand with a blush, "it's nice to meet you."

Jack smiled, "same here." Their hands remained together a little longer than necessary, the sun warming their entwined hands.