(I do do not own Jack Frost Or the Onceler/Greadle)

chapter 1:

In the town of Thneedsvill the sky is always gray, the air always thick with smog, and the children where never allowed to have fun. But I Jack the guardian of fun was determined to fix this. Unfortunately no matter what I did nothing seemed to work. I've brought snow days to Thneedsvill but no matter how much snow I bring the children still have to work in the factory. I've even used my magic snow on the children to try to get them to have fun but the weight of the responsibility placed on their shoulders is far too grate. But today I believe I have come up with a solution to solve this problem. You see the reason the children cannot play and have fun is because they have to work in the tuned factory to help support there familys, and the owner of the factory, a hatrless man named The Onceler, refused to let the children have a single day off less they be fired. Therefor I jack the guardian of fun must pay this The Onceler a visit and teach him how to have fun, and hopefully he will allow the children of Thneedsvill to do the same.

I flew up to the window of The Onceler's office at the top of the Thneed carpet tower. I looked inside and was mildly shocked, I was expecting to see an old man in his 50's not the 20somthing sitting at the desk. I smiled to myself as I watched him sift through the documents on his desk, a serious look on his face. He yawned and rubbed his temples, in the dim light I could see the dark circles under his eyes. It was a shame really, he's face seemed to handsome and the slight imperfection seemed out of place. Perhaps The Onceler was just tired and overworked, he probably just forgot how to have fun. He needs someone to show him how to take a break and have fun every once and a while. After all this quiet young handsome man can't be all that bad. And with that I nodded my head in dissension, opened the window and slipped inside.

The Greedler's pov:

I was sorting through the papers on my desk signing off on a document to order new warning signs to be placed on some of the machinery in the factory. Honestly one stupid kid loses an arm and all of a sudden I have to waist valuable funds to warn them about the obvious. Who sticks there arm in a Trufula Chopper anyway; the name alone should be enough to indicate it's a bad idea. On to the next order of business signing a get well soon card for a child worker who lost his arm in an incident with a Trufula Chopper and a pink slip for the same child. Let's face it I have no use for a one armed child, and to save on postage I might as well just put them in the same envelope.

It was them that I felt a cold breeze on the back of my neck, I turned around to fiend the window open. I went over to the window to close it and when I turned to go back to my desk there was a boy with staff sitting on my desk. He was holding a snowball and wearing a playful smile.

"Who are you and how did you get into this office!" I demanded of the boy. I could have sworn the door was locked

"I'm Jack Frost, king of winter and the guardian of fun" he said blowing on the snowball.

This was obviously a lie, how dare this punk kid! "Why you little punk, how dare-" it was then that the snowball hit me in the face. Yet for some strange reason I was not angry about this, in fact I was no longer angry at all. I stared at the mystery intruder for a second, there was something rather endearing about this "Jack" fellow, and with a smirk I calmly strode over to him sitting in my chair which happened to be right in front of my little visitor. "Well, Jack, king of winter and guardian of fun, what brings you to my office today?"

"Well as the guardian of fun it has come to my attention that the children of Thneedsvill aren't having any. I was hoping that you, as their boss, might let them have a day off every once and a while so they can be kids"

I chuckled at that, "so you break into my office to tell me I should let my work force have 'fun'? Mr. Frost I hate to brake it to you but I am running a business here, and our product is in high demand, I can't go shutting down my factories just so a few children can have 'fun'."
"But Mr. Onceler surly you remember what it's like to be a child and how important is to have a little fun once and a while. Come on I'm sure your employees aren't the only ones in need of a little fun, let me remind you what it's like to have fun"

This was positively laughable, being born of a curse placed on my dearest Onceie, I never had a childhood, but perhaps this day off thing could work, after all the press has been rather unkind about working conditions in the factory lately, and I could use the drop in production to raze the prices of Thneeds. As for the fun bit, I certainly know how to do that, but I think I would be the one showing this punk how to have fun. And the idea of having this so called "king of winter" writhe underneath me was not an unpleasant one. I stood up smirking and towering over my visitor with my hands at either side of him on the desk. "Very well then I guess I can give them Sundays off, but only on the condition. You must visit me every week to have "fun", think you can do that?"

"It shouldn't be a problem"

"Very well then Mr. Frost we have ourselves a deal" and with that we shook hands and the deal was made.