Alright guys, just one little note before we get rolling, and that is on TRIGGER WARNINGS. Just so you all know, this story is going to get kind of intense later on. At least, if I write properly. I apologize in advance for anyone where that might make it hard to read, but I was really trying to capture a slice of the teenage life, and I felt like these were all big aspects in one way or another of my high school years, so I put them all in there as big aspects of Robyn's and Jack's high school years.

So, there will be reference to self harm scars, possibly some actual scene with it happening. Suicidal ideation goes hand in hand with that, obviously, and since we're in first person, that will be sharing Robyn's experience pretty intimately. There's also strong references to abuse of drugs and alcohol, though this should eventually have a happy ending.

A few things that will be briefly mentioned, but not dwelled on are war, September 11th, death, foster care, innuendos, terminal illness, and of course, Robyn swears like a sailor. Or tumblrite.

I really believe that since none of these are going to get super graphic or detailed, that this is proooobably going to be rated as a T, though it's still intended for teens who can deal with tough subjects. If there are too many people who have trouble with this, I'll gladly bump it up to a M, no problem. It's one of those grey area fics, unfortunately.

Anyway, enough babbling, on with the story! Hope you enjoy!

Combat boots are probably the best kind of shoes to ever exist in this world. That's the way I've felt ever since I inherited my first and only pair of combat boots from my brother, and that's the story I'm sticking to. Combat boots. Awesome. End of story.

Being that combat boots are as awesome as everyone now knows they are, I wear them every day. But I was especially glad I was wearing them that day. Because among their many purposes, combat boots are great for stomping in. The first day of school always calls for a little angsty teenage rebellion life-is-unfair stomping, if you ask me.

Plus, on top of the general unfairness of going back to school, I had Natural Science for my first period. As if my being in Natural Science for sophomore year wasn't bad enough, they had to go and make sure it was the first thing of the day I would experience. And don't ask me who they are, because I honestly have no idea who makes the schedules. But they obviously have it in for me, for sure.

You see, Natural Science is a sort of stupid class for freshmen. And the admins of the school always make sure to emphasize that there's no shame in taking a remedial class, that everyone needs a little help now and then, and that it's not a stupid kid class…

It's a stupid kid class.

You see, that's how talented I am. I not only flunked science my freshman year, I flunked remedial science. So now I was stuck in Natural science my sophomore year. And I knew I was going to be the only sophomore in the class. I didn't even know it was possible to flunk Natural Science and take it again. It was simply unheard of.

I arrived at school super early that morning. Not because I want to do super well this year (I would have had to have a drastic attitude shift at the end of last year if that was the case), or because I like school or anything. I mostly show up so early because there's nothing better to do at home. Really, it's super boring there. Cats and prune juice boring.

So, considering how early I was, I was more than surprised when I walked into the Natural Science classroom and there was a kid already there.

"Hi!" he said, sounding for all the world like it wasn't seven something in the morning. You see, that's how early it was, it was so early that no one even knew exactly what time it was, because the Earth has no use for such accurate timekeeping before nine in the morning. It wasn't even really the sort of response I would expect from a kid who had bleached his hair white. I was expecting more of the silent, brooding type. Not the morning person type. Was that even legal, having people with punk hair who were morning people?

"Hey," I said with a frown as I looked around the classroom. Sure enough, seating chart on top of the overhead projector. Good ol' Mrs. Kingspin. As if it wasn't bad enough that I had endured a whole year of Natural Science with her last year, she also happened to be the only one who taught Natural Science, so I was stuck with her again for another year. I stomped over to the seating chart and started scrolling my finger through the list of names.

Meanwhile, the white haired boy had trailed behind me like he was some sort of lost puppy. Then again, puppies never trailed behind me. They knew better than to follow someone who was just going to lead their innocent puppy lives down a spiraling descent of outlaw puppyhood. Maybe he was a stupid puppy with no sense of self preservation. Run now puppy, before it's too late!

"Whatcha doin'?"

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I wasn't sure if it was a laugh of funniness, or a laugh of the slightly insane. Freshmen. I was going to have to deal with idiot freshmen puppies like this guy who thought he was punk because his hair was white for the whole freaking year. And they were going to think I was some sort of hero - someone who knew the school well enough to be their guiding star, but someone who hadn't yet succumbed to the dark ways of the Senior Year. Lord help me.

"Checking the seating chart," I said, trying my best to come off as bored and disinterested. maybe even a little cold, if I was lucky. I did not - En Oh Tee NOT - want freshman looking to me as some kind of savior for the rest of the year.

As luck would have it, that was when my finger landed on the name Davenport, Robyn. Phew! Relief! I could simply go to my seat and let this kid deal with his own problems.

"So where am I supposed to sit?"

This kid had to be messing with me. I looked to his face, expecting him to look oh-so-pleased with himself, but… he wasn't. He just looked excited. And friendly, in how own weird freshman sort of way. I sighed and adjusted my bag.

"Hell if I know," I said, taking a step in the direction of my seat. "I don't even know your last name."

"Frost."

Damn, this kid was unshakable! He honestly expected me to look up his seat for him? Entitled little ass.

I decided that the best course of action by that point would be to admit defeat, get this kid to his seat, and hope that would be where the mentorship would end. Or if it wasn't, that at least his unwavering, determined presence would at least keep all the other freshmen away the rest of the year. I sighed and scrolled my finger through the names again. Frost, Frost, Frost… Weird last name. The kid deserved a joke over that.

And then my finger actually landed on his name. Frost, Jack. I laughed and looked over at him.

"Your name is Jack? Jack Frost?"

"Yeah?" He was giving me a weird grin that almost seemed a little unsure of itself. Like he knew it was a joke, but he didn't know how it was a joke. I laughed again. Of all the freshman to decide to be my puppy, this kid probably had to be one of the weirdest, and therefore one of the coolest. Funny how often weird and cool go hand in hand.

"Boy, your parents had it in for you, huh?" I said. He still grinned at me, though it looked even more unsure than before. I shrugged and looked at the seating chart again. "You're sitting next to me. I'll show you." I would have considered that a curse just a few short minutes ago, but now I was almost looking forward to the fact that I would get to spend the year with this kid. A boy honestly named Jack Frost.

I went to the middle of the row closest to the door, then pointed to the seat next to me, which Jack gratefully plopped into, stretching out his legs in front of him. It then occurred to me that the other freshmen I had seen around didn't have legs nearly as long as Jack.

"You know, you're awfully tall for a freshman," I said, unceremoniously dropping my bag on the floor and sitting at the desk.

"Really?" he said, laughing. "Everybody has told me that I'm short for my age." I narrowed my eyes at him. Either he lived with a bunch of blind people, or he wasn't a freshman, though I didn't even know how that was possible, since I was the only one retaking the class, and I had never met him before.

"Well," I said, 'How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"You're a senior?" And I had felt embarrassed for taking Natural Science my sophomore year. This kid must have been taking it every year since he had been there. Were they even going to allow him to graduate? That sure didn't seem like it would count for the four credits of science a person needed to graduate.

He laughed and shook his head. "Freshman."

Okay, now that was even more confusing than the idea of him having failed Natural Science three times. Who let an eighteen year old into the freshman year? Seemed like either a grave error, or Jack was somehow really really stupid. He didn't seem all that stupid.

"But how…" Words had failed me. Darn words, up and leaving me all the time. Who knew words were so mobile? Do you think when words peel themselves off a page, they make a sound like duct tape getting ripped off of something, or are they more of a silent peeling, like the protective cover from a brand new iPhone?

Jack shrugged and tapped his head. "Amnesia. I might be doing high school for the second time for all I know."

I blinked and frowned. I had only ever heard of amnesia, never actually met someone with that. Was he making that up? It didn't seem like it, judging from his expression alone. Was he going to get offended by anything I did? Was amnesia some sort of disability, or was it more of an illness? Or maybe it was one of those weird things that manages to be both. Who knew? Amnesia was one of those things that happened all the time in movies, but never in real life.

Then, something clicked into place in my head, and I nearly smacked myself in the head. More evidence that people simply were not supposed to function before nine in the morning. I was obviously too tired if I couldn't realize that the kid with white hair in front of me who happened to be named Jack Frost looked so much like the Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians. I decided to blame it on the fact that he wasn't wearing a hoodie. I mean, really, what self respecting Jack Frost cosplayer would wear a couple layed t-shirts and comb out their white hair? It just wasn't right, man.

"You're like the Jack Frost from that movie," I said with a laugh. He looked at me like he was confused.

"What movie?"

Okay, so Jack Frost showed up in a lot of movies - and he did usually have white hair in them, but how could he honestly not know what movie I was referring to? Maybe he just wanted to make sure I was thinking of the same movie as him.

"Rise of the Guardians."

"Oooh, that thing. It's a kid's movie, right?" he said, looking lost in thought. Meanwhile, I tried to focus on not blushing. A kid's movie. Yep, that was the way it was seen. Hence why I didn't go around wearing merchandise from it like Carrie did. I was a teenager, and I wanted to appear as mature as possible, thank you very much. No RotG or MLP merchandise for me, thank you very much. "I haven't seen it."

Wait, what? How could a kid who looked like Jack Frost, had white hair like Jack Frost, who was named Jack Frost not have seen Rise of the Guardians?

"Then again," he said with a laugh, and tapped his head again, "That might be a lie."

Oh, right, this amnesia thing I wasn't so sure about. Maybe he had seen it before he'd lost his memory. Then again, did he really have amnesia, or was he more of an obsessive fan than even my good friend Carrie was, and he was that into RotG - enough to try and become Jack Frost for real?

Nah, that didn't make sense. If that was the case, he would have worn his hoodie and brown pants to school.

"What was your name again?" Jack said, and I laughed.

"Again? I never gave it!"

"Details," Jack said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Either way, what is it?" Suddenly I realized that damn, this kid was an eighteen year old freshman, and a pretty smooth one, at that. He was sure going to be popular with the female half of his grade.

"Robyn."

Jack blinked. "What, like the bird?'

If I had a quarter for every time that was the first reaction someone had when they heard my name… Well, my bank would probably hate me and love me at the same time for overloading them with quarters.

"No," I said firmly. "With a Y." He looked at me for a minute, then let out a snort of a laugh, which then turned into more laughs, which then became a steady stream of laughing. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a freaking bird. Get over it."

"No, no, it's not that," he said, grinning at me like a dope and shaking his head. "It's just… ironic."

Okay, the kid was eighteen. He claimed to have amnesia and all, but maybe he was less naive than he let on. Maybe this kid was high on something or another. It sure seemed like it. Though it certainly wasn't anything I had ever gotten high on. As far as I remembered. I never remembered any drug that had made me act like a naive dork.

"You know…" he said, waving his hand. "Robins, the bringer of spring, friends with Jack Frost, the bringer of…" he trailed off, noticing my blank expression, then sighed and threw his hands in the air. "Oh, never mind. I thought it was funny. No?"

I smirked at him. He still was a dork, but a strangely likable dork. And trust me, that was definitely something that I hadn't started out the day thinking I would say. Or think. Or whatever. "Who said we were friends already, snow boy?"

Jack blinked at me, looking caught off guard. "W-Well, I just thought that… I mean, you don't have to be my friend if you don't want… I just figured I was happy to be your friend, but if-"

I snapped my fingers at him, cutting him off. Okay, so the stammering was strangely adorable and endearing, but I didn't want to poor guy to go on justifying himself till the end of time. Well, if talking until the end of time were possible, that is. Is it? Is there even an end to time? It seems like such a strange concept.

"Friends," I said firmly, then shoved my earbuds into my ears. I had done enough talking to fill my quota for at least a week, and I needed a break, whether it was going to offend Jack or not.

But when I peeked at him though slit eyes, he was just sitting there, grinning from ear to ear.

Of course, Mrs. Kingspin was still Mrs. Kingspin, so as soon as she came in the classroom and saw with headphones in my ears, she shot me a glare and motioned at me to take them out, now. To which I rolled my eyes and huffed, despite obeying her order. I understand why I can't listen to music in class, I mean, come on, duh, I'm not stupid or anything. But there's no reason for her to get so huffy with me for listening before she even came in the classroom.

Of course, at my eyeroll and huff, Mrs. Kingspin just sighed and cast her eyes to the ceiling as if to say, "Dear Lord, what on earth could I have possibly done to deserve being stuck with this nightmare for another year?"

It wasn't as if I was honestly out to ruin her life or anything, I just didn't get her class. And trust me, I had really tried at the beginning of last year. But after going over the material ten million times in a hundred different ways, I started giving up. I mean, there's only so long you can honestly try your hardest before despair and hopelessness kicks in and makes you give up.

I honestly had no idea how I was going to pass that class. Maybe if I was lucky, Mrs. Kingspin would give me passing grades just to get me out of there.

Meanwhile, Jack was still sitting in his seat, grinning like a crazy person. It was hard not to let a bit of a smile creep on to my face as well, even though I could feel panic beginning to writhe in the pit of my stomach at the thought of another year in Natural Science. Who knew, maybe Jack was crazy, but all the best people were crazy anyway, and he was that addictive kind of crazy anyway. The kind of crazy you couldn't help but love.

"Alright, class!" Mrs. Kingspin said, clapping her hands together for attention. "Welcome to Natural Science! I want to start by going around the room and introducing ourselves so we can all get to know one another!"

"Wa-freaking-hoo," I muttered under my breath with a heavy sigh. This one activity was probably going to take up most of my day. Good ol' teachers and the classic 'Let's get to know one another!' crap. Like a million introductions in one day actually helped any of us remember who was who.

"So tell us your first and last name," Mrs. Kingspin said, then paused and looked at me, "Grade, favorite food, and, since this is Natural Science, your favorite season."

I stifled a groan and slid downwards in my seat. We hadn't had to state our grade last year, we had all known that every one was a freshman. But not every one was a freshman this year. Great. Mrs. Kingspin was making me stick out like a sore thumb. On purpose too, the bitch. Was there some way for me to fight back or get revenge for that?

"I'll start, and then we'll go alphabetically," Mrs. Kingspin said as she leaned against her desk. Her tone was far too chipper and excited, I decided. "I'm Laura Kingspin, your teacher, my favorite food has to be Pad Thai, and my favorite season is summer. Next, uh…" she glanced down at the seating chart, and then pointed to the girl in the first row. "Liz Ashford, you're up!"

As a mousy girl stood up and stammered her way through her introduction, I decided that this year was probably going to go way too slowly for my taste. First, I had no idea how I was going to pass Natural Science this year when it had been completely over my head last year. And second… Well, second was Mrs. Kingspin. For whatever reason, she seemed to have taken it personally that I had failed her class last year.

Well, maybe it was kind of personal. She hadn't helped me very much when her teaching methods had failed. It wasn't like I had wanted to do Natural Science two years in a row.

If anybody had asked me - which they hadn't, but still - I would have told them that Mrs. Kingspin didn't really belong in a freshmen Natural Science class. Her bright personality and way of talking to kids like they were stupid seemed like she was better suited for teaching kindergarten or first grade. But what did I know? I was just a student who had to suffer through her teaching. It's not like anybody actually cared what I thought or anything.

It was then that I realized how to fight back against being singled out. If Mrs. Kingspin wanted to make me stick out, fine, no problem. Two could play that game. I was going to make myself stick out even more. It wasn't as if I wanted to be all buddy-buddy with a class full of freshmen anyway. So I ignored the next few introductions (like I cared) and instead focused on planning the answers to my own introduction.

When it was my turn, I slid to my feet and tried to force my expression into resting bitchface. I had already decided on an all black outfit that morning to mourn my lost summer, so I figured that playing the part of the goth girl would work well enough. Hey, it would make people leave me alone, and that didn't entirely sound half bad. It wasn't as if my attempts to make friends last year had gone well.

"I'm Robyn Davenport," I said, trying to sound monotone. Did I sound monotone? God, being apathetic took such hard work. Ironic really, that I cared so much about not caring.

"Sophmore," I added, shooting a glare at Mrs. Kingspin. She just narrowed her eyes back at me. Bitch. Funny how that easy-going, kindergarten teacher personality could be stripped away so easily when it came down to it. Though, I supposed, even kindergarten teachers would have to get bitchy every now and again. Kindergartners were murder. Not as bad as high schoolers, but murder, all the same.

"My favorite food is squid," I said, and sure enough, like clockwork, there were several groans around the room. On impulse, I decided to take it a step further.

"And the tears of my enemies," I added, and Jack snorted. "And my favorite season is fall. Because everything is dying."

I then slid back into my seat, trying my absolute hardest not to crack up at everyone's expressions. Everyone in the room, Mrs. Kingspin included, looked absolutely horrified. Mrs. Kingspin being horrified made it all the better, considering that you would think that she would have known me well enough to not be surprised. Apparently not, though.

Then I looked over to Jack, and realized that 'everyone' apparently didn't apply to him. He looked even more ready to crack up than I felt, which seemed pretty close to impossible. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to slap him or hug him for seeing through my act. Okay, so the guy had a trigger happy funny bone, but maybe he wasn't crazy after all. Maybe he just, I dunno, loved life or something. Though, I supposed, maybe he saw things differently than the rest of us, being eighteen and supposedly inflicted with amnesia. And cosplaying.

Actually, I realized, piecing together everything I knew about him, he probably just had no fucks to give. About anything. Life probably would be a lot easier to enjoy without any fucks to give about anything.

Which made me realize just how many fucks I actually did give, despite trying to insist to everyone that I had none.

Jack the ever strange aside, my introduction had made everyone react exactly the way I had wanted them to. When people looked at my row, their eyes would glaze and skim over whenever they got to me. I wasn't exactly invisible - more like the elephant in the room - but hey, so long as people were pretending I was invisible, I was pleased. It at least meant that Mrs. Kingspin hadn't won the battle. I figured I had embarrassed her more than me, really.

Suddenly, it was Jack's turn, and for whatever reason, I found myself paying attention again. Okay, so, the guy had this sort of unique irresistible charm, I had to admit. And it didn't seem like it was just because he was cosplaying Jack Frost or anything. He was just… likable, all by himself.

"Hi, I'm Jack Frost," he said, jumping to his feet and waving at the class around him like he was okay with the idea of being a kindergartener. The class, predictably, erupted into giggles, and not because of his demeanor. But really, how often did you run into a kid whose actual name was Jack Frost? Even Mrs. Kingspin had to double check the seating chart. Really lady, that hadn't stuck out in your mind when you wrote it down? Not paying attention much?

"Freshman," Jack continued, undeterred. "And my favorite food is ice cream-" More giggles. "-Particularly mint chip. And my favorite season is winter." He paused as the class burst into hysterics and Mrs. Kingspin clapped at them to try and get their attention. Really, I didn't know what else they expected him to say. Jack Frost saying his favorite season was summer would have been majorly lame. But maybe the build up and anticipation had somehow made it funnier.

Meanwhile, Jack sought out my eyes amidst the laughter and looked straight at me. Something about his gaze made me almost uncomfortable, in a way. I felt almost like he knew something about me that I didn't even know myself.

"And I love winter because everything is coming to life," he said. He had the same normal tone, but the rest of the class seemed to be too busy laughing to pay attention to it. it seemed mostly directed at me, anyway. What, because I had said I liked fall because everything was dying? Well, it was true, wasn't it?

For that matter, who the hell went around saying that everything came to life in winter? That didn't even make sense. Sure, winter was beautiful in its own bitter freezing cold way, but everything was dead and covered in snow. Not coming to life. That was spring you were thinking about there, Frost boy.

Meanwhile, the kids in class had taken to whooping and applauding, despite Mrs. Kingspin's protests and calls to order. Jack looked like the cat who got the cream, all smug and proud in his seat.

"Hey, Jack, are we going to have a lot of snow this year?" one kid called out. Jack laughed and shook his head with a smirk.

"'Fraid not. It's going to be pretty mild. I've got to focus on my schoolwork this year."

The class erupted into laughter, a few groans, and one kid calling out, "Screw school! More snow days!" That took several minutes for Mrs. Kingspin to calm down. While I stared at Jack like the crazy person he was. Hey, major respect points for going with the whole Jack Frost thing so freaking well, but I had never seen anyone able to go with it that well, not even Carrie, and she was obsessed.

Jack meanwhile, looked as if he had won the blue ribbon of class introductions. I mean, he practically had, really, if you were the sort of person who liked the idea of getting attention for the entire year for being a dork.

In a way, I almost was jealous of him. The whole school was going to be talking about him the rest of the day, even if he went mute for the rest of his classes. He was going to be a mini celebrity, just because he was Jack Frost and owned it.

I would have killed for an introduction like that my senior year.

The rest of the class was uneventful. At least, relatively speaking. Everyone else after Jack tried to be witty in their own introductions ("My favorite season is summer. So much so, that you could probably say I'm the spirit of summer!" Har har). But no one could compare to Jack's easy and natural charm. And just about every kid in class was jealous of how everyone was looking at Jack like he was a superhero now.

God, if Jack were to tell everyone right then that he had written a book on how to be popular, he probably could have made a hundred dollars right there on the spot.

Mrs. Kingspin did the normal boring stuff that had to be done every first class, like going over class rules, the syllabus, the permission slip for guardians to sign before we could do lab work, and the ever fun handing out of textbooks. I was never sure whether I was supposed to hate the first day of school or not. Because on the one hand, well, school. Yuck. On the other hand, it was pretty much guaranteed to be the easiest day of the entire year. And oh-so-easy to tune out. Class was finished before I even started feeling antsy.

"So, you think you're all tough, huh?" Jack said with a laugh as he grabbed his textbook off his desk. He said it about the way one would say it to a three month old kitten. I shook a finger at him. Unacceptable.

"Watch it, Snowman, I am tough," I said with a snort, poking him in the chest. "Just because you're the new most popular guy in class doesn't mean I'm going to let you get away with murder."

"Gosh, I hope not. I should never get involved in something as messy as murder. All that blood."

I couldn't help but snort at that ridiculous comment. This guy really was priceless. What was with him, anyway? And what was with me liking him? I mean, he was obviously going to be the new heartthrob of the school, the most popular freshman around. Maybe even the most popular kid period. he was eighteen, after all, so even the seniors would respect him. And I never liked the popular kids. Never.

"Is that all you've got?" I said, motioning at his textbook as we headed into the hallway. I had just noticed that the guy hadn't brought anything to class, no backpack, no binder, zilch. "No pens or paper?"

"Uh…" Jack jammed a hand into the pocket of his jeans, fished around, and then triumphantly pulled out a two inch nub of a pencil. "Ta da!"

I blinked. "Didn't you go shopping for school supplies at all?"

"Nope."

"Ya know," I said with a snort, "I'm as much against school as the next guy, but, um… why not?"

"Didn't have time," he said with a careless shrug. "Just got released yesterday."

"Released? From what, prison?!" Maybe I had decided prematurely that the guy wasn't crazy after all.

Jack laughed and waved a hand at me. "The hospital, oh tough and mighty one."

"Oh," I said, but the comment had still thrown me off. Had I been wrong in deciding he wasn't crazy? I mean, he said he had been in the hospital instead of prison, but he hadn't specified what kind of hospital. It could have easily been the looney one. And the guy had been pretending to be Jack Frost through all of Natural Science, which was kind of odd. "Do you honestly think you're Jack Frost, or are you just being goofy?"

Jack laughed. "Yes."

I narrowed my eyes at him. A clever dodge. "No, honestly."

"Yes."

I stared at him for a minute, trying to gauge what was going through his strange little head. I just could not figure the guy out, and it bugged the hell out of me. Was he crazy, or charming? Or both? Did he honestly have amnesia, or was high school just some big game to him? It was one of the most frustrating things I'd ever known. Even with me standing there trying to decipher him, the guy just grinned at me like he didn't have a care in the world. Weird kid. Why did I like him?

"Show me your schedule," I said finally, resigned to my fate. I wasn't going to admit it, but I was secretly hoping I'd have more chances to try and figure this guy out. And, you know, hang out with him and stuff. But whatever, man.

My eyes scanned quickly over the schedule. Nope, nope, nope… And then, there it was.

"We've got gym and lunch together," I said, handing back the schedule to him. He flashed me another of those trademark grins. Why was I looking forward to gym and lunch? Why did i have to get through three other periods first?

"Cool," he said, jamming the schedule in his back pocket. He then laughed a little to himself. "Ha, cool. Punny."

Yeah, see? With anyone else that would have been lame. But somehow, with his charm, it was kind of funny. What a dork.

"Yeah, whatever," I said with a snort, then decided to throw in my own pun for good measure. "Seeya later, then. Stay frosty." He tilted his head back and just laughed as I left him there while I headed off to my locker.

I was only after we had separated that I realized I had forgotten to ask him what he had meant when he said winter was when things come alive.

Alright, and so ends chapter one of our saga! Yes, for those who didn't know already, to set the record straight, I am a huge Jack Frost dork. This is the first story I've actually published with him in it, so I'd love to hear some of what you guys think!

Oh, yes, and my wife made the briefest cameo in this chapter. Ten points to Gryffindor for whoever can spot it first!

See you guys soon with another chapter, and thanks for reading!

(Holy exclamation marks, Batman. Sheesh. Eager much.)