AN: watch the movie the other day and completely fell in love. i had to write something about it.

this is my first story EVER so please be nice, this is just a warm-up chapter, the plot (if you can call it that, it's just going through Jamie's life) will begin next chapter.

please be nice and review! but for now: Enjoy!


It had been years since it happened. Since the final battle between Pitch Black and us, The Guardians, light against dark, good versus evil. Years since I met the first little boy to ever believe in me, to hear me, to see me. Years since I was seen by human eyes for the first time in my new life.

Yet I remember it all like it happened yesterday.

Meeting Jamie had to be one of the best things to ever happen to me. I had finally come to accept that no matter what I did, no matter who I made deals with, no matter how much I pleaded with the Man on the Moon; I would never understand my purpose on this planet. I would never understand the sole reason why I was put here. But it didn't matter. Because even if I didn't understand why I was here, I would have to live out the rest of eternity here anyway. I couldn't escape my duty.

No one would ever see me. I would exist, but you wouldn't be able to call it living, not really. I would be the forgotten character, only ever present in children's bedtime stories about the winter (mostly presented as the bad guy, might I add) or silly little winter-time sayings like: 'Don't let Jack Frost nip at your nose'. And after I was forgotten completely, not even present as a myth, I would start to fade; start to dissipate into nothingness, leaving the duty to carry the winter to another unfortunate soul.

Luckily for me, Jamie prevented this.


I remember the first night that we met properly. By 'properly' I mean him being able to see me, instead of me lurking around corners and watching from windows as he lived his perfectly normal and uninteresting life (God, I sound like a stalker right now).

I remember feeling the sadness well up in my chest, watching him sit on the bed and talk to the stuffed bunny rabbit, begging it to show him that he was right, that it wasn't all a dream, he really had seen what he thought he had seen like it would somehow give him the answers that he wanted. I felt angry at myself. It was my fault that the Easter egg hunt failed. I was warned that it was a trap, but I ignored it, my curiosity and pride larger than my common sense, and… boy… did I pay for that!

I had to do something. This was the last child, maybe on the entire planet, who still believed. I would rather die than watch as he lost his faith and in that moment alone I knew I had to do something, give him some sort of sign. Obviously, this would have been a whole lot easier if he were able to see me, but I would just have to deal with that for now.

I slowly walked over to the large glass windows and tapped one of the panes with the tip of my staff. Immediately, ice started to dance and curl from the tip, spreading across the glass as rapidly as wild fire, twisting and shimmering in the light as it covered the entire frame. Using the tip of my finger, I drew an Easter egg, complete with decorations onto the frozen glass. Granted, I'm not the best artist in the world, but you could tell what it was.

Jamie looked up, surprised, his eyes turning to find the source of the noise: the frost. I smiled and tapped the glass pane above the one with the Easter egg turning it frosty in a similar fashion, this time drawing a Rabbit. I watched as the confusion of his face changed to delight as he realised what this meant. It wasn't all a dream, he had really seen the Guardians.

Well, most of them a little voice in the back of my mind said, but I ignored it.

Instead I looked at Jamie and then back to the window pane, focusing on the frost, trying to control it. The frost-rabbit twitched, and then bounced off the glass before hopping around the room. Jamie let out a laugh, spinning around to watch as the rabbit bounced around the room, before bursting into a shower of snow with a small 'pop'.

The snow fell lightly around the room, just settling for long enough to cause a thin layer to form over the furniture. A small snow flake drifted lazily down from the ceiling, landing lightly on the tip of Jamie's nose. It was at that moment that everything changed.

'Jack Frost'

I looked up sharply, my eyes fixed on the boy who had just whispered my name. it couldn't be… could it?

'Jack Frost?'

A question this time.

He turned around. I remember the look of confusion, which changed to wonder, as he finally clocked on to who the strange boy standing in his room was. He breathed out my name one last time, more like a confirmation than a question

'But that's me, Jack Frost. He said my name' I couldn't help but say out loud. I had become so accustomed to being invisible to those around me, so accustomed to speaking out loud because no one could hear me that it didn't quite click at first. 'You said my name.'

When the boy continued to look at me, mouth agape showing the gap where he had lost his tooth and eyes wide in disbelief, did it finally click inside my head and the smile slid off my face.

'Wait, can you hear me?'

I got a nod in return, only a slight nod, but it was enough.

'Can… Can you…see me?' I asked again, moving closer to the awestruck boy. Another nod.

I couldn't contain my excitement, couldn't contain the grin the grin that spread over my face or the laugh that burst from my lips, the first truly happy laugh in a long time. I could feel the sheer pleasure that built up in my gut, threatening to overflow. It felt like I was being heated from the inside out. My whole body felt warm (something that had not happened in a very, very long time) and I got a pleasant knotting sensation in the pit of my stomach. I had to physically fight the urge to rush over and pull Jamie into a tight hug, instead taking a step back, trying to assess the whole situation.

'He… he sees me' I breathed out 'He sees me!'

I jumped backwards onto his dresser, sitting on the edge whilst I tried to control my breathing. I was almost becoming hysterical. I looked over to Jamie who looked as if he was trying to find something suitable to say to me. To be fair, at this point he could have said anything to me and it wouldn't have mattered.

'You just made it snow!' he exclaimed, finally finding his voice

'I know'

'In my room!' he gestured wildly to the room, where the powdery white substance was starting to melt

'I know!'

The grin split over my face again. I couldn't have controlled it if I had tried. Jamie huffed out a breath and looked up at me

'You're real?' he asked, which I tried not to be offended by, I mean, after all, this was the first time that he had seen me, I would have been sceptical too.

'Yeah, I'm real.' I said, getting off of the dresser and walking (almost bouncing) around the room, not able to hide the new spring in my step. 'Who do you think brings you all of the blizzards and… and the snow days? And you remember when you went flying on that sledge the other day?'

'That was you?' he asked, grinning from ear to ear

'That was me!' I clarified

'Cool!'

'I know right?'

It was at this point that I knew. I knew that my life was going to change.

TBC

this will be a multi-chapter fic but i'm afraid that the rest will be coming later!

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