A/N: This is a Jack Frost/Rapunzel fanfiction
This chapter is particularly short because each chapter is a switch between Rapunzel/Jack POV and I wanted to switch to Jack at this particular moment.
Chapter One
POV of Rapunzel
Rapunzel watched Flynn's boat floating off. He didn't look back. Her lip began to tremble as she waited in vain to wake up from this dream-turned-nightmare. Her spirit felt as wilted as the flowers still firmly stuck in her hair. She sat down on the log and dropped her head into her hands. She couldn't help but feel the tears trickling down her face into her slightly parted fingertips. What had begun as the most exciting and exhilarating time of her life now felt like some cruel trick that had been played on her. She silently shook in the darkness, goose bumps appearing on her skin as the wind made its way over the water. At least the wind was almost comfortable; it surrounded her like a chilly blanket that meant well. She slowly made her way back to the campsite. The fire had burnt out and she vainly attempted to restart it with the flint that Flynn had certainly forgotten; he wouldn't have left behind a utilizable tool on purpose. She struck the flint until a spark finally caught. As the fire grew larger, she huddled, her arms around her legs, her eyelashes still damp from the now invisible tears.
Even with the fire, the clearing was disconcertingly cold. Surrounded by trees, the clearing should have been sheltered, but her goosebumps remained nonetheless as the wind occasionally shifted. She eventually fell asleep, somehow, curled up between the fire and the fallen tree. She was completely alone; and petrified of it.
Rapunzel had terrible nightmares as she slept; the kind where you toss and turn and then wake up in a sweat with your hands gripping the ground and your heart pounding. She felt, for some reason, like there was something nearby; perhaps an animal… or a bandit. From the ground she slowly grabbed the longest fallen branch she could find. "Who's there?" she said shakily. There was a tremor in the tree above her and she jumped, paranoia getting the best of her. A tiny glimmer of hope in Rapunzel's mind told her it was Flynn… the realist in her said it was a woodland creature, possibly friendly, most likely not.
Suddenly, the tree where the shaking had occurred began to change. The bark was slowly growing tiny, intricate floral patterns of… ice? She fell back, not sure how one was meant to react to a tree growing ice. Suddenly it stopped and what seemed to be an invisible stick or finger traced into the finite detail, "My name is Jack Frost."