[Winter Stardust]
by Celinium

-Jack Frost x Rapunzel-

Jack Frost has been visiting this beautiful maiden named Rapunzel for ages. And yet, after all those years, he's still invisible and intangible to her. He tried everything to get her attention, he shouted as loud as he could, made faces of all sorts, stri—(well, no. He's not that type of dude). But I have to say that giving up never crossed his mind – until… now.

"Rapunzel, dear, why can't you ever see me? Those beautiful green eyes, I've been wanting to see them stare at mine and to tell you the truth, I am tired, tired of not being seen, tired of not being recognized – tired of waiting for those eyes to look at me even for once…" Jack said hopelessly but when Rapunzel looked to his direction, to the window pane where he sits, his hopes were fueled. He quickly pushed those thoughts away and replaced them with some encouraging words. "No, don't say that. Don't say that you're tired. You shouldn't be. Don't give up. There has to be a way for you to be noticed. She's worth it. Come on just—"

That moment, he was cut off to what he was about to say like, "—do it" or anything appropriate. His staff fell on the floor with a clacking sound that only he can hear. It cast white figures on the floor of Rapunzel's room. The frozen film of water took form of a long haired female and a flying male.

Caressing the surface, she quietly spoke.

"The girl on the right has long hair like mine… could it be—me? But who's the other guy? He's somewhat familiar. Perhaps I have seen him in one of my dreams?"

Jack's face turned red. The thought of Rapunzel, dreaming about him gives him the chills that none of his ice can give. His heart raced faster and the atmosphere is not helping. He cannot contain the happiness that he is feeling that he swiftly fled to the ceiling of her room.

"Say my name! Say it! Say it!" he happily said but the smile on his face faded into a frown when Rapunzel said, "Why can't I remember? I know I really saw him in one of my dreams but I can barely reckon that dream… and the more I try to remember, all the more that it gets—vague." The ice frost melted and made a mess. Going downstairs she went for a rug and wiped the liquid off the floor. After, she looked emptily across the isolated room and took her painting materials, proceeding to her next art work. With every stroke of her brush appeared beautiful portraits—including a precise image of Jack. The Platinum blonde hair of his were finely done with a flowing movement of the brush making it look like it was moving, the pair of sapphire eyes that were seated on both equal concave nests sparkled as though they were real, and the smile he always wore were perfectly done that the curve on his lips will strike you. The portrait is then finished and the moment she put down her brush, she gasped and was surprised of what she had just done. Her emerald green eyes widened as she took a second look at her painting and made a funny sound that seemed to be a squeal.

"He looks so flawless! His eyes… his lips…This is the best painting I've ever painted yet!"
Jack rested his chin on his left hand while holding the staff with his right. He just gazed at her and thought, "I guess this is how she sees me—someone unreal. Someone she just made up—a subconscious idea that appeared only in her dreams."