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This Intro is courtesy of my friend NinjaDragon0427, I highly recommend her stories

I knew there would be consequences if I was caught. Some things required revenge though, no matter the price to pay. My white robe swirled around me as I walked down the long hallway. I pulled the tiny vial from my sleeve and swirled its deadly contents one last time. I would avenge my time spent in prison, time spent thinking and finalizing my plan. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I stopped at the huge, oak doors, fixed my tall white hat, slipped the vial back into my sleeve, and pushed the doors open.

Ok now the story begins.

Scotland

On a crisp, cool, summer morning, Merida took her horse, Angus out on a ride/target-practice. As they exited the castle grounds, she led him up to a full gallop into the forest. He knew the way so she trusted him as she let go of his mane and took her bow and began shooting the targets they passed, hitting dead center every time. Half way through the ride Angus took an unexpected turn, heading toward a place Merida knew all too well. Knowing what he was going to do next, she braced herself for what was coming. As always, right before Angus entered the circle of standing stones, he immediately stopped, throwing Merida off his back and into the circle.

"Stupid horse!" She yelled. Angus just grunted and looked at something in the middle of the circle. Following his gaze, Merida turned her head to see what he was looking at. At first she saw nothing then, as if by magic, two spots of frost appeared in the middle of the circle, like footprints. Her eyes widened as she beheld this, What the heck? She thought, Frost in summer? Thinking it must be some type of magic, she stood up and grabbed her bow off the ground, where it fell when she was thrown and took an arrow out of her quiver. She nocked an arrow and aimed just above the footprints and fired her arrow. It flew all the way to the middle of the circle but instead of going to the other side of the circle, it stopped just before it passed over the footprints. Wondering what the heck happened, she walked towards the footprints and her arrow. As she approached she saw that an icy frost was forming on the arrowhead as if it was stuck to something that produced frost. She stopped just in front of it and carefully reached out and touched her arrowhead. Immediately she felt a sudden surge of icy coldness run through her hand like she stuck her hand in a pile of snow. She withdrew her hand and reached above the arrowhead. Again she felt a surged of coldness, and she also felt something solid. It felt like a long wooden stick. She moved her hand through the air to find out what this "stick" was attached to. She felt yet another surge of coldness when her hand hit something. She gasped and jumped back as she realized it was some sort of face she was touching. She took another step back and to her amazement, and horror, the footprints and her arrow took a moved back too. This must be some sort of spirit, She thought, like a wisp, but wisps don't turn things to frost or create ice. Then a sudden thought struck her so hard she stumbled back and fell, wisps don't create frost, but "Cailleach Bheur" does. She only ever heard of Caileach in the stories her mother told to her as a child. Stories of a horrible witch, who stole a maiden on the eve of her wedding, causing winter, and releasing her, causing spring. As she contemplated whether or not it was Caileach she was dealing with or some other sort of elemental the footprints kept stepping closer and closer very slowly. Her now ice encrusted arrow floating along above them. Just before the foot prints were on top of her, her arrow came unstuck from whatever it was stuck to and dropped in her lap. She sat there staring at the frozen arrow as she determined that it must be some other sort of spirit. She jumped when she looked up to see a pair of bright icy blue eyes looking back at her. Her eyes then traveled to the body of the boy the eyes were attached to. He looked to be about 17 or 18 years old, about her age since she turned 17 the week before. He was extremely pale, skinny, and tall. His face was framed by messy snow-white hair and he wore a brown cloak over a white shirt with a brown vest and brown pants and strangely no shoes. He held a large stick that had a crock at the top of it. His bare feet rested on top of the frost footprints as he was kneeled down in front of Merida. His icy blue eyes wore an expression of hope and sadness.

"Please see me." He whispered, more or less to himself.

"I can see you," She answered timidly, not sure who this strange boy was. Relief flooded his expression as a wide, crooked grin formed on his face. He stood up and offered his hand to help her up as well. She took his hand and stood, ignoring the icy chill of his touch. She stood up and brushed herself off. Then she drew back her arm and landed a powerful punch onto the boy's face, causing him to stagger back.

"Ow!" He said, looking at her in amazement and wonder.

"Who are you?" She questioned pulling her sword out of the sheath at her waist and pointing it at him.

"I'm Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun and the Elemental Spirit of Winter and Awesomeness." He said, "And you are…?"

"Merida," She answered, lowering her sword a little, "Merida Dunbroch."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Merida Dunbroch." He said and bowed still with a big grin on his face.

"Oh no, don't do that. I get it enough at home with all those courters and I don't need it from you." She said sternly, raising her sword again.

"Courters, really? What are you some sort of princess?" He asked, leaning against his stick.

"That's exactly what I am." She said straitening up a bit, showing her pride in her title and not backing down like she would have a year before.

"Oh then in that case." He bowed again.

"Why you… if you weren't an Elemental, I'd beat you up!"

"Afraid to take me on, Princess?" He challenged, raising his stick as if it was a weapon.

"I could take you on any day, frost boy!" She said, "Just not today, I have to go, I've wasted enough time already." She turned to leave but he grabbed her elbow, sending a wave of frigidness through her. As if he sensed her discomfort he removed his hand.

"Wait! Please don't go," He said, "You're the only one who can see me in this time period."

"I have to go anyway. I have a big day of packing to do." She climbed up onto Angus and started to lead him back the way they came. She turned to call back to Jack, "It was nice to meet you, Jack Fro-" She turned to find him gone. She felt a sudden twinge of guilt for leaving him and also a little sad for seeing him go. She turned back around and led Angus back up the trail that led back to the castle. She wondered what he meant by, "You're the only one who can see me in this time period."? She'd heard of a type of magic that allows people to travel through time but she never really understood it. Either way she found herself looking forward to the next time she would see Jack frost again. He reminded her of a boy she used to know. She smiled sadly at the memory as Angus took her back to her home.

A Cailleach Bheur is basically the Scottish version of Jack Frost. Please review.