"Ugh!" Jack groaned, rolling his head on his shoulders in annoyance, "Why'd we have to do this the boring way?"
"It's not the boring way, Jack, it just takes a little longer." Jamie looked up from the snow he was molding in his hands, which currently looked vaguely like a fish.
Jack turned, looking at his own sad excuse for a snowflake sculpture, hissing in agitation as it fell again.
"No, it's boring and frustrating and I don't like it." This issued a snicker from Jamie.
"You just need more practice." Jack glared, trying to form another branch from the snow, only succeeding in crushing it entirely and having to ask Jamie for help.

Jamie was tall now, almost seventeen, Jack's age. His brown hair hung swoop-like over his eyes, which were a rich chocolate brown. Even Jack had to admit how handsome Jamie had grown to be, he was lanky, with a strong jaw but kind smile that most girls fell for quickly. But, somehow while the rest of his friends stopped believing, Jamie still did, so Jack wasn't entirely alone.

With a dramatic sigh, jack finally gave up, swinging his staff and commanding the snow at his feet to form into a five-foot tall Snow sculpture of a snowflake.
He glided over to sit atop it and gazing at the now frozen-over lake beside them. Jamie had practically dragged Jack out to the riverbank this morning, bubbling about how he had learnt how to make snow sculptures and wanted to try it.

"You said you would try, Jack." Jamie pointed out, rolling his eyes at the sculpture.
"And I did!" Jack retorted, shooting Jamie a playful glare. Jamie just chuckled, attaching another small fish to his anemone.
Jack sighed again, exasperatedly.
"What is it?" Jamie looked over, "If you're bored you could try to make another one."
"It's not that." Jack rubbed the back of his neck, leaping off the sculpture and walking towards him.
"It's just that, I'm tired of this. I'm tired of always having the same routine, of not having anywhere to stay, of not having anyone to truly care for me, of not having anyone see me. I never signed up for this, and sometimes…. Well, sometimes I just wish it hadn't been me."
Jamie shifted, clearly uncomfortable.
"That's not true Jack, we all know you love your job."
"Do I?" Jack spat out an angered laugh. "'Cause I really don't think so. I have nothing to look forward to. I don't get older, I don't get noticed, I can't just find a new job!"
A growl escaped Jack's throat as he turned to face the moon that had risen little more than an hour ago, pointing his staff at it threateningly.
"And it's all because of him! It's all your fault!" He wasn't talking to Jamie anymore, no, he was talking to MiM. And he was angry.
"I didn't choose this! So for hells sake LET ME GO!" Jack slammed his staff onto the icy ground, emitting a startlingly bright pulse of blue-white light.
It was a brave thing to do, and he didn't mean any of it.
CRACK
The sound of shattering glass filled Jacks ears, and he heard a small wispy voice. It was broken and fragmented, but Jack would recognize it anywhere, because it was the same one that he heard three-hundred years ago. The same one that told him his name.
"Re…placed…."
Jacks heart stopped dead in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck.
"Wait, w-what?!" His mouth hung open. He hadn't meant it, and he didn't want to lose what he had, and even worse, he didn't want anyone else to have the fate of losing those that they loved.
And that's when he heard the scream that put everything into perspective.
The crack hadn't been shattering glass, it had been shattering ice.
Running along the bank line of the river with Jamie following closely behind, he tried to find the child.
He skidded to a halt beside a tree, seeing the familiar scene ahead of him.
Two siblings had gone skating, one older and one younger. The younger one had travelled onto thin ice, placing them in severe danger. The older sibling, a girl in this case, looking about sixteen or seventeen, was trying to coax the younger sibling, a young boy, looking about seven or eight, away from the ice.
And Jack knew exactly what was going to happen.

It played out a little different this time, Jamie and Jack on the sidelines, Jamie trying to find a way to help, Jack frozen in horror as he watched.
The girl, who had been trying desperately to comfort her younger brother took a shaky step forwards, reaching her hand out to him.

"Ian, Ian," she plead, "Ian you have to listen to me, you're going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." Jack noticed another difference, this girl, she knew that she was going to fall in when she got her brother away, and she had accepted it.

"Jack?" Jamie looked at him, pointing to his head. "Your hair is brown…"
Jack gasped, because he was starting to feel cold. He didn't get cold. He was turning human.

Her brother, Ian, nodded slightly, clearly terrified, wiping away at his tears.
"Good." She smiled breathlessly, clearly deep in thought. "Now give me your hand."
He nodded again, reaching for her unsteadily, just as the ice splintered beneath his feet.

The next few seconds were a blur, almost impossible to see clearly. The girl, still nameless, gripped her brother's hand hard, swinging him with her right arm and throwing him to the bank of the river.
And then, as her brother screamed, almost running back onto the river, she spared one last glance, before collapsing into the icy blackness below her feet.

And Jack finally snapped out of his trance, a strangled "NO!" escaping his lips as he charged the gaping hole in the ice, Jamie rushing towards the child.
And then he plunged in. The cold was affecting him quicker than he thought, numbing his limbs and slowing his swim.
He opened his eyes, causing him more pain, searching for her. It was hard to make her figure out under the water, her body descending limply.

Jack felt the lack of air affecting his lungs, the water pressure on his head, and he knew that if he didn't get them both out soon, they would die.
The thought made him dive further, catching her wrist between his long fingers, and pulling her hard as he swam up, unable to breath, his vision blurred.
No, he thought, Just a little further.

And then the water broke above his head, and he was gasping and coughing and dragging the girl out with him.
Jamie rushed over, leaving the kid at the riverbank and struggling to pull the girl out for Jack.
But jack didn't need it anymore, the minute he had gotten his head above the water, he felt his strength returning, his resilience to cold returning, and he sighed in relief.

He climbed out quickly, grabbing the girl from Jamie's arms and bringing her to the riverbank. Laying her down carefully, he bent over her body, putting his ear next to her lips.

"Shit, shit shit!" he gasped, unsure of how to react. "She's not breathing!"
Jack stared down at the girl, placing his hands on her chest awkwardly, not sure of what to do. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought silently to himself above his panic; what a shame it would be to lose something so pretty…
And then he scolded himself, now was not the time to be thinking like that.
But he couldn't help it, her long black eyelashes resting on her ivory skin, high cheekbones resting underneath. Her jaw was soft and pointed, with a full lower lip and thin upper lip, and small, button-like nose.
Soft, electric blue hair stuck to her neck and shoulders, reminding Jack about the problem at hand, her skin fading to match the haircolor.

Jack panicked again, pressing his hands together harder over her heart, and hoping, hoping, with all his might.
"Please, please don't die on me." And then the world burst into blue flame.

That was what it looked like anyways, a blue fire erupting around them in crackling swirls, the same kind of blue lighting that he had used against Pitch all those years ago.

And then the girl he was leaning over gasped, eyes flying open and bolting upright.

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So that was the first chapter! I'll write more as soon as i can, ive been meaning to write this for a while, so im glad i finally got around to it. Leave a comment if you like it, this is a Jack Frost/OC fic that I'm writing, so not everything will be perfectly factual. sorry.
If you do like it, please leave a comment or something, i would really apreciate it.
Um... Yeah.
I guess thats it.
Uploading the next chaper in 1-2 days (hopefully).
Ye-bye.
~A