There was a new girl in the small town that was home to the children that first believed in Jack Frost. She was a senior in high school that had moved from a busy city to live with her father who had been living in the town for several years, having moved there shortly after his divorce from the girl's mother. Her name was Nicole and she was an aspiring author, one who dreamt of specializing in faery tales. She loved all things that had to do with magic and the unseen people that she believed used it, though her father often chastised her for what he called her "idiotic and childish beliefs." The two didn't see eye-to-eye on many things, one of the most notable things being Nicole's hair.
She had always been a blonde, but when she began to experiment with her appearance at the beginning of high school she decided that she wanted to take it to the next level. She left behind the natural 'beach' blonde she was born with and instead picked up a shade of 'bleached' blonde that could only be called white. It made her feel more mystical and she loved the way younger children would stare at her hair as they asked her if she was born with it. Just before Nicole moved to the town she decided to add a bit of color to her hair, something she'd thought of doing quite often throughout high school, but decided against it as most girls, and even a large number of guys, in the area she lived in had neon and pastel colors in their hair. Nicole decided to color the tips, about four inches up, of her shoulder length white hair bright blue, as it was her favorite color.
When she was moved into the town and began to hear stories from the local children about Jack Frost it didn't take long for her to writer's instinct to inspire her to craft a short story about her supposed encounter with the famed winter spirit who touched her hair and turned the tips of her hair blue. She told the story to the little girl who became her neighbor and it wasn't long until all the neighborhood children knew of her wonderful stories and wanted to meet the older girl who not only believed in their friend Jack Frost, but had also seen and interacted with him. The enthusiasm Nicole encountered when telling the children in the area of her stories, she confided in a few of the older kids that some of her stories were just pieces of fiction she'd written, but she let the younger kids believe that all the amazing things she told them could happen to them.
Soon, word of Nicole traveled all the way to the Guardians. The stories that made their way to Jack by word of mouth piqued his curiosity, and just a few weeks after Nicole had settled into the small town Jack was on his way to 'investigate'. The thought that a teenager and a girl no less, believed in him made Jack's chest feel tight and made his heart beat a bit faster. When Jamie and the other kids recounted Nicole's tales to Jack he couldn't stop himself from imaging what kind of person she was. He liked to imagine that she was a nice girl, but the fact that she was telling false stories while claiming that they were true made him feel uncomfortable. Could she just be another one of the writers that lied about their beliefs and wrote about whatever would get them somewhere in life? Jack had come across those kinds of adults far more often than he liked, in fact he couldn't recall even one adult that wrote faery tales that had seen him when he'd peek in on their latest work. Eventually he couldn't fight the urge to see Nicole and her hair that he'd 'touched' any longer and he set out to bring a well-deserved snow day to his favorite group of kids.