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Hello :)

I've practically been itching to write this fic for months. I wish I could have someone who can actually write to make this for me but I will try. I hope you enjoy it! I would also love suggestions on whatever characters (and their godly parents) you would like to see because I'm only going to mention a select few. I'll also take OC's but only for very minor characters like mortals, monsters or backround. I apologize in advance for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

OH, and it should also be known that I'm mixing a lot of things up. Like, this is a crossover of ROTG, PJO, and Frozen and many others but I'm trying hard not to mention any of the characters from PJO; they will not interact. AND I haven't read some of the books in a while, so I'm basing this off of memory and skimming through the series.

(I dont own anything :)

Chapter 1- Awakening

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It was cold, dark, and I was scared.

A bark of cruel laughter echoed in my ears before I fully came around. I blinked the fog out of my eyes, taking in the lush green of the trees around me. Between my fingers and against my back the frosted floor didn't chill me, but still felt hard and uncomfortable. The air became sweeter with every breath I took, like finally remembering the melody of a long forgotten song, though I can't imagine ever forgetting how to breathe.

I tried to push off the ground, and found that the second I did my mind spun. My limbs felt like lead. Suddenly, my senses decided to catch up with my sluggish brain and I was able to realize just how terribly cruddy I felt. My whole person pounded with newly circulating blood, and I feared that I might throw up. After a moment of laying beside a great pine where I woke up, a little flexing, and certainly looking foolish, I was able to prop my upper body up on my elbows.

I noted the ring of frost around the frozen lake, and how it climbed up the trunks of surrounding trees in thin webbing, but the winter here didn't touch anything further. Snow didn't top or dust anything, the trees in my line of vision beyond the frost remained dry. I didn't know if that was normal. The night sky blanketed over me, sprinkled with diamonds and no sign of clouds. The moon was full, and for some odd reason I thought of a bowl of milk.

"Jack Frost." Came an athorative voice, one that got your mind to beg your body to bend over backwards for the speaker.

I think I should have been suprised, but at that time I didn't know any better. My instincts told me to submit to her. My instincts were wrong. With a little difficulty, I turned my head to who I assumed was a girl.

My ears didn't fail me; about twenty yards away, a little over to my left, a girl no older than thirteen stood, face caressed by moonlight. She had her auburn hair tucked away into a gray cap like Robin Hood's. From where I lay, the fact that I could see the gleam of her silver yellow eyes frightened me. They contained a subtle madness to them, showing me that she'd seen much she wished she hadn't, and that she definately was not human. With a simple blink she could crush my sanity, but the wolfish cruel points to her features could intimidate anyone enough into a craze alone.

"Your name is Jackson Frost, Moon Guardian- my winter spirit," She came forward with no sound. My eyes trailed down to her hunting boots and the trace of glimmering, almost translucent weeds that clung to them with every step like a fine lace glove. I focused on this until I felt the pressure on my arms start to lessen. I was floating. My toes just barely brushed the surface of the lake as my body hovered. The girl, in her dramatic spell, continued to chant,

"and protector of the hunt. Rise, and come to me, Artemis, goddess of the moon."

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Protector of the hunt my ass, I thought over and over again as the two disgruntled yetis hauled me into the Moon Goddess' chariot. I may have caused them a little trouble over the years, but I can gladly say that this might be the last time they'd have to deal with me. The hairy guys never liked me, anyway.

As far as I'm concerned, the ladies -of the hunt- are completely capable of taking care of things themselves. Because other than being the sacred club's personal pack mule over the last two hundred or so years, I'm just the useless boy (this was an insult to them, those sexist hypocrites) who doesn't know when to shut up and be serious. I sure earned the title, with centuries worth of pranks, insults, "accidents", and much, much hatred.

Whether or not you can blame me, the founder of the hunt pulled me out of my chance of eternal peace with my past life. She resurrected, or recruited me, as she said, after being dead for almost a hundred years. She took away my sense of any kind of warmth, wiped my memories, and left me with a party of virgin girls I can't date, who are forever stuck in PMS. I still don't see how this is a blessing.

So, yeah, I think my behavior is justified.

If you add up my two hundred years of servitude, my century of sleep, and my estimated seventeen years of mortal life, you can understand that I've been around for a very long time. And still, I lack so much experience. So what bad could I have possibly done to get me kicked out of the happy, moony family and into counseling at Camp Half-Blood?

Well, it involves me, a flat ice dagger, a couple of ripped hunting jackets, and a now naked, frosted pack of hunting wolves. Don't ask how I managed, but I was pretty proud of my accomplishment. I'd gotten an earful the next morning of how much disrespect I'd given Artemis and how the mangy animals could die from the cold. Eventually, my lady caught word of what I've done through iris message and came straight away. The hunt's mission was on hold for ten days without their dogs or jackets, and in waiting for the Artemis' arrival.

With a snap of her fingers the dog's fur was grown back, but that didn't get me out of trouble. No, I was to learn to recognize the honor of serving the hunt by being sent away to work with, apparently, much more dysfuntional teens, half bloods. Artemis somehow convinced herself that this punishment would get me begging to come back on my hands and knees.

Good riddance. That's as close to a goodbye as I'll ever say or get from them. Nothing would get me to come back, I swear on my never ending life. This is what I'll never stop telling myself.

With the winds toying with my feathery hair and the flaps of my raggedy worn poncho, I whoop, drunk from freedom. I could fly myself to camp, but nothing can compare to the thrill of riding a chariot. The man next to me gave a deep sigh as he whipped the reins to make the deer pulling the vehicle go faster. He regarded me with pale blue eyes almost disappearing under dark, thick brows. I don't like this look because it means he's disappointed in me.

He is Thaumas, greek god of wonder. I call him North simply because that's where he lives while most gods go west. The mortals may know him as Santa Claus (A/N: just go with it). Seeing him drive Artemis' red and gold chariot in his robe and nightcap, it isn't hard to imagine.

He's also somewhat a father figure to me. I don't have half the relationship I share with North with Artemis and that's her own fault. He always came to my aid when no one else would, with cookies, new little inventions, and an ear to listen. I've probably spent half my second life time yapping to him about screwing the hunt, my duties, and finding my own way of life. He was the only one to care about my well being.

"Jack," He rumbled softly, "You said you would try."

I slumped into the plush seat cushions, feeling my chest grow heavy. The lump in my throat felt so large it throbbed. I ruffled my white hair, my nerves getting the better of me. "Yeah, that didn't work out." I muttered. He fixes me a hard look and I hold his gaze. Blue on blue. After seconds that felt like hours, I look away in defeat. A loud silence followed after and I took to watching a flock of birds. The blur of deep forests beneath us told me that this would be a long ride.

Hours later, we've probably passed hundreds of targets and had twice as many snow cones. Not that it mattered; we immortals could eat all the food we wanted and not get sick or fat, the perks of having everlasting health. I might have a sugar rush, though. We soared above the civilization underneath us, and I studied the humans milling around instead of the birds. I thought the mist worked in funny ways, hiding us and diguising and bending the truth of what they wouldn't understand. What I understand is that humans are ignorant, but ignorance is bliss.

I wonder, if I hurled a magic snowball at one of the guys down there, would the mist disguise that, too? I'll forever be curious.

It would be an easy experiment since North let me sit on the very edge of the chariot, knowing that I could easily catch my fall with the winds if need be. The chill of the air felt as invigorating as my first few breaths of awakening all that time ago. I then saw that even if Artemis brought me back to this world, I had never been living until now. I buzzed with new energy (as if I needed any more of that), no longer fueled by anger and bitterness that used to consume me but with excitement. I finally had a chance to do something worthwhile.

"We're almost there." North informed me. His white beard whipped around him with the breeze. Butterflies bombarded my stomach when I realized that I hadn't dealt with many demigods other than the huntresses. The group would face an occasional twelve year old, tattered and on the brink of tears, that strayed off coarse with their escort to camp less than once a month. A small portion of the hunt would split and take it upon themselves to make sure they got there. I was never part of that portion.

They wont treat me the same way the girls did, I reassured myself. I certainly wouldn't put up with it. Frost curled around my fingers in my stress and North had noticed. He watched as light snow started to powder the chariot like sugar. I attempted to shrink away, embarrassed. I didn't have much trouble with my powers, but still being considered a young spirit, the winter often spurted out without my consent. There was just too much of it for my body to hold.

"Won't be long, ma boy. Calm yourself, the kids won't bite. Not most of them, anyway." He tried to lift the tension. He guffawed and a hill with a tree hanging vibrant blossoms came into view. I could see a circle of unique looking cabins from the chariot. Everything other than than was a little hard to wrap my mind around, for some reason. When I squinted to try to see more, the more confused I got. I couldn't quite comprehend what I was looking at.

North read my thoughts, "The mist doesn't only affect mortals, Jackson. There's a lot of it in this area."

He set me a little ways down the hill. I assumed that the tree was where the entrance was. We both got off of the chariot and lady Artemis' deers decided to kick off without us. North cursed, but just turned to me with a small chuckle and the ever so present twinkle in his eyes. "They just can't wait to get back to their owner, eh?"

He stretched, bellowing an unnecessarily load roar of a yawn, and scraped his black heavy boots on the ground like a dog. I stayed still, watching how the grass around me collected white cold flakes. It weeved and crept up my leg much like the moon lace did with Artemis at night.

"Ahem." North cleared his throat to get my attention. He took a thin package in cheap gift wrapping paper out of his velvet red robes and handed it to me.

"I thought you could use a new look." He said, and I quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

"You went shopping for me?" I teased with a smirk, and tore into it.

Behind the wrapping paper waited a deep blue hoodie folded into a soft bundle. I unrolled it and gave North a genuine smile. Sheepishly, I thanked him, then slipped off my poncho in exchange for the sweater. I kept an old white v-neck underneath. I moved my arms around, enjoying the feel of the new material against my dry pale skin. Frost started to gather around the collar, adding a touch of me to the look.

I grinned up at my friend, "You know, I could use a new pair of pants, too." I was joking, of course, but it was true. My brown trousers frayed at the ends, bound together by straps of light, leather material. Fortunately, my magic kept my clothes clean over the years, but it didn't save their condition.

He laughed and patted my back so hard I stumbled. "Go on, son."

All forms of joking disappeared between us, and I looked up at his towering figure and big shoulders. "Can't you stay?"

I hated coming off as weak, but I couldn't deny that I wanted his help. If there was anyone I still respected in this world, it was North. What was I going to do without his guidance? I may have lived for a long time, but in reality, I'm just a kid. I'll always be a kid. I don't know the first thing about leading demigods or giving instructions, teaching, or how to tackle a simple conversation without becoming a complete ass unless it's with him.

He got a sorry look in his eyes that I disliked almost as much as his disappointed face. "I have much of my own to take care of. Something dark is brewing. I can feel it in my belly. Good luck, it will be fine, I'm sure." I nod, not all that preoccupied with the 'something dark' because problems like that never concerned me. I leave him there, turning my back and trudging up towards the tree- Dryope's tree, I think they call it. I heard the small chime of bells and and felt a flash of light on my back, and I knew that North had left.

I square my shoulders when I see a scrawny auburn haired boy snoozing at the roots of the tree. Coiled around the base and up the trunk, a dark dragon had it's eyes glaring at me in slits of green fire. It used it's tail to swat the boy awake, the fin sounding an echoing smack against the teen's freckled cheek.

"Toothless!" he hissed, but stopped short when when he saw me coming towards him. He stood abruptly, on alert with a pitiful bronze dagger held in from of him. He studied me from my snow white hair to my purple-ish bare feet, recognition passing over is face. "Jack Frost?" he called.

"At your service." I responded. I reached the pine by then and the giant reptile snapped at me.

"He's cool, Toothless." It was weird seeing the small guy tame such a large beast, but he seemed to be handling it well. He let me pass.

"Toothless, stay." He commanded the dragon, then caught up to me. "So I'll need to take you to the camp director and he'll tell you where to go from there." He said this in the same way he spoke to the dragon, but the way he stood a good distance from me gave the feeling that the last thing he wanted to do was give me orders. Smart kid, I suppose he figured that I could turn his brain into a slushie if I wanted. I wouldn't kill him, but after my experience with the hunt, I wouldn't let him control me. I wouldn't let anyone.

I was home free.

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Anyways, this is one of my first fanfictions, so if you would all be so kind...

Please note that I do not have much time to write, edit, and type- especially with school starting again. There will be many typos, chapters may be short, and it will not be my best work. Please go easy with the criticism!

I'll be working slow because I'm going to post a lot of different fics (mostly out of excitement to use the covers I made) so please check them out if you can :)

Thank you!

-Mawhn