A/N: So! Here is my first non-Legend of Korra fan fiction! I hope y'all enjoy it, tell me what you think, don't forget to review, and don't be afraid to private message me. I'm looking for positive criticism and negative, because both help me become a better writer and bring you better stories!
Irisa's PoV
Irisa sighed, staring out of the frost covered window, oh how she loathed frozen days. Rubbing a finger against the pane in swirls and twirls into the shape of a rose, her heart longed at the sight of it. She opened the well-loved book, cracks in the spine, the scent of old pages wafting up and a crease of bump on every other page. Giving the window pane one last look she began to read, but found her mind working too hard to read a single word, placing the book down onto the leather seat in her room, swaying slightly on her feet she made her way down the stairs gripping the banister tightly, afraid she'd lose her balance. After the black dots in her vision cleared she clunked down the rest of the stairs until she reached the bottom, clicking on the light for the small coat closet, Irisa pulled out her winter coat, shrugging it onto her shoulders. Slipping her phone and keys into her coat pocket and zipping it up so nothing would fall out; she stepped outside into the harsh winter landscape. Heaving open the wrought iron gate and locking it behind her, she began to walk the cold air hitting her lungs like a thousand knives, wrapping her arms around her chest to try and keep the warmth in she headed to her first 'client's' house, making her way down the frozen sidewalk was easier said than done, more than once Irisa had to stop, find her balance and continue. It was a lot like ice skating, minus the skates. Rubbing her hands together she knocked on the mahogany door, hoping her fingers wouldn't fall off in the time it took the parent's to open the door. With a flourish the door was opened, a woman in a short black dress and extravagant pearl earrings stood before Irisa,
"Hello, you called about a baby-sitter?" The woman eyed her, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing, nodding her head toward the living room with a crackling fire. Irisa sat down on the velvet comforter not saying anything. "You're the sitter then?" Irisa nodded, the woman paid her no mind though, focusing on her reflection in the mirror, "Sophie, the youngest, is at a friend's house. So you'll only have to look after Jamie. He's not a handful, but he does talk to 'Jack Frost' and 'The Easter Bunny', you get the point. All a child's imagination to me, but at least he has an imagination." The woman stopped suddenly, turning her body towards Irisa, "I'm June by the way; I hate to just call you the 'sitter' instead of your name." Irisa cleared her throat, "Irisa, ma'am." June clapped her hands together like she was calling a dog, "Wonderful! Now, I must be off." Irisa watched as June walked towards the door, throwing it open and letting in newly fallen snow.
Without stopping she headed out making almost no print in the snow, thanks to her six inch heels. Irisa hopped off the couch, heading up the stairs, "Can you make a snow day tomorrow? Please!" A child's voice echoed down the hall, smiling to herself, 'that must be Jamie', hesitantly she knocked on the door, before opening it just enough so she could slip through, shutting it behind her. An unmade bed sat neatly against one wall, opposite that a desk with way too many things on it, a chest of drawers stood next to it, her eyes narrowed, it looked like icicles were growing on it and on the top of it, which surprisingly was the only thing neat in this room, sat two iced footprints. Turning her attention to Jamie she smiled, "I'm Irisa, your mom is out, so I'm your baby-sitter." Jamie scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I don't need a sitter, and I have Jack here to look after me." He waved a hand towards the chest of drawers where the two iced footprints lay. Irisa walked over to the bed and flopped onto it her arms wide across the spread; she could smell the distinctive scent of a ten or so year old boy. But also something else, like freshly fallen snow, or how the sky smells after the snow has melted. She felt the mattress give way slightly when someone else sat down next to her, looking up above the ruffled covers she stared into Jamie's brown eyes, but he was focused on something behind her. That was when she felt a cold finger jab her back. Yelping in surprise she slipped off the bed, taking with her the blankets and most of the sheets. Jamie began laughing, scowling Irisa threw the sheets and blankets off her and as far away in the tiny room as she could do, another laugh joined Jamie's, carefree and full of life. Her face froze springing up she balled her hands into fists ready to protect Jamie from attackers, "Would you tell her to calm down?"The carefree voice exclaimed, Irisa's eyes widen as she spun around her eyes landing on the boy sitting cross-legged next to Jamie. His eyes were an icy blue like a frozen lake, his hair was a bright white as white as the newly fallen snow, a blue hoodie sat on his chest fern frost reaching up from the edges of the material, wrapped around his legs were brown commoner pants, the type you see in museums, his skin was snow white and a lop-sided grin marked his face. Taking a few steps back she looked between Jamie and the white haired boy, her eyes rolling up into her head she collapsed onto the floor.
Jack's PoV
The girl who was sprawled out on the floor brought a chuckle to his lips, he hadn't met someone so clumsy in ages, but he hadn't met someone who would protect someone they didn't even know very well at the first sight of danger. She was quite beautiful, her hair, a beautiful midnight black that was fluffed enough to shape her heart shaped face, but not too much as to drown her out, her lips were full and sported a small cupid's bow top lip, her nose was petite but it worked with her face, her eyes... those beautiful dark green eyes that seemed to see the world anew every-time they saw something even if they had seen something every day. Her hands were clenched into fists so tight her fragile knuckles were turning bone white, shifting his body to block her out, but not completely keeping her in his peripheral vision, "Would you tell her to calm down?" Her already wide eyes widen until they looked like two dark green robin's eggs planted onto her face, he watched as the green rolled up and were replaced by white, and her body slump to the ground with a heavy thunk. Hopping off the bed he cradled her head on his lap moving the hair out of her eyes, "My mom has something for people who faint, but it smells real bad. I'll go get it!" Jamie sprinted by slamming the bedroom door behind him. Looking back down onto her face he traced one of her eyebrows with the tip of his finger, lifting up and eyelid to look into those eyes once more then letting it fall back down into place, he poked one of her white cheeks watching as it turned red, then pink, then back to it's original white.
"I have the smelly things!" Jamie handed a small bottle to him, popping off the top he smelt it, almost gagging, holding it underneath her petite nose and waiting for..well..anything. After a few seconds she began sputtering her eyes flickering, then finally she began to gag, "Holy guacamole!" She coughed and rubbed her nose, "What IS that stuff?" He watched as she blinked her eyes a couple of times, focusing on something. No, someone, and that someone was him. He could only imagine what was going through her mind, her lips turned up into a half smile, "I know who you are." Jack didn't know whether he should confirm nor deny whatever she was going to say, so he decided to stay inconclusive, "Who am I then?" Her half smile turned into a full-out smile, showing off her pearly white teeth, "You're Jack Frost."
A/N: Don't forget to tell me what you think! *wipes pretend sweat off brow* Most I've written in ages! Don't forget to review/follow and favorite. I've been cooking this up since I saw the movie but I never really wrote it down, until now! (=^.^=)