Synopsis: Maka, the Guardian of Death City has had a peaceful role since childhood, protecting the wall that separates the mortals from the forest of the banished. However this changes one day when a new figure calling himself Jack Frost appears, ending her peaceful days through his demand of crossing the wall; and when Frost gains new powers from a familiar foe, Maka must put everything she has into stopping his crossing, even if it means discarding her Guardian status for an outcast.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.


Chapter 1

Darkness spilled across the land in bleak waves with the calling of the wind, casting an array of glistening orbs which sparkled amongst the rising mist of the sky. The breeze drifted in, carrying speckles of snow that gathered on the cobblestone wall below, appearing to stretch on for miles into the distance.

A figure sat still atop this wall, running the pads of her fingers over the centuries old cracks and moss veins covering the bricks. The being situated behind her grunted quietly, earning a laugh from the figure as she scratched the reindeer's nose in response.

The eccentric baubles hanging from it's antlers jingled as it wiggled in content, releasing a breath of warm air across her face.

"Maka!" Called a familiar voice, whizzing past her on his green board.

Maka brushed her fringe back into place before pulling up the hood of her crimson cape. "Kid," she acknowledged as he came to a halt in front of her, standing on top of his beloved Beelzebub; a magically empowered skateboard capable of breaking the earth's gravity with its flying transportation. "What's got you in such a rush?" She asked, feeling his gaze fixated on her hair.

"You never learn," he grumbled, fumbling with the loose strands of ash blonde in an attempt to balance them out until he was certain they were symmetrical. "There," he remarked pleasantly just as a gust of wind moved around them, blowing the strands out of place which caused a frown to mar the boy's face.

"Leave it," Maka muttered, pulling her hood tighter across her head.

Kid, also known as Death the Kid was a Shinigami, and her childhood friend; she'd been living with him for as long as she can remember. His body is filled with Shinigami Magic, using its essence for a variety of things– Beelzebub being one of them due to the fact he can create it from nowhere via his hand.

His father is the God of Death, known by Lord Death from his Shinigami status. He came into power shortly after the Witching War, taking over the role from Nic, the true leader of the Guardian System. Saint Nicholas appeared when the war took a turn for the worse, bringing forth his idea of cleansing the world of its impurities, or more commonly known as the witches. Their chaotic reign led Nic to create a system where a select number of warriors were chosen to protect the world against them, later removing their existence from the planet. With the impurities gone, Nic gifted the warriors with divine powers and later decided to lend their new talents to other countries in need, sending them across the large expanses of earth for protection; with some even being situated in China and Australia. It became known as the Guardian System.

The whole 'Santa Clause' and 'Christmas' story was just a ruse they told the children, underlying the secrets of this sacred system. The Guardian's tasks were passed on down their lineage along with their gifted powers which differed from person to person; including talents such as increased strength, invisibility, and in much rarer cases, flight. Each family were given a name taken from the story of 'Santa's reindeer': Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. Ironically, each Guardian was initiated a familiar, which is indeed, a reindeer.

The main base of operations, the North Pole, is situated in the sky overlooking Death City. Maka, being the Guardian entrusted to protect this city follows after the previous role of Vixen, the 3rd Guardian of his lineage who died in action. Having no other family to take over the role, the name was passed on to Maka along with her white reindeer, Mizune.

But it was never something she'd asked for.

"What did you come here for, Kid?" Maka sighed, catching a stray snowflake in its path. The shinigami had the tendency to check up on her every once in a while, labelling his visits as a 'family ritual' which was just an excuse to leave the North Pole where he sat around doing nothing all day.

Kid's eyes flashed with a golden gleam, standing out against his pale complexion and jet-black hair. "I'm– No," he changed his mind mid-word, shaking his head. "You worry me, Maka." He said, voice filled with concern. "You've been spending most of your time here lately," he gestured at her spot on the wall, ignoring the loud grunts of the reindeer stood behind her. "You take your role as a Guardian too seriously and haven't been home in over a week! Father is upset with your lack of consideration."

The ash blonde turned away from him, staring at the snow covered rooftops beyond her place at the wall. She treated Lord Death as her second father after he took her in as a child, having hardly any information on her parent's disappearance. They had simply vanished in the snow.

"I like the fresh air," she mumbled silently to herself, before adding, "and besides, the other Guardians don't like me. I don't see any reason in me being around them if they can't tolerate my presence." She huffed, releasing her agitation by running her fingers through Blair's warm fur and scratching at the thicker patches behind her ears.

"Maka, you're lineage has nothing to do with-"

"It has everything to do with it!" She snapped, shoving her hood back. "My blood has nothing to do with the Guardians, nor the normal people living inside Death City. I'm no where near it, Kid! I have tainted blood, the blood of an-"

"Stop." Kid demanded as he hopped off his floating board, absorbing Beelzebub back with his magic before resting his hand on her head. "The Guardian's treatment isn't fair; you know it, I know it, father knows it...But it's not your fault. They're just jealous of your relationship with Death because he goes easy on you when you mess up," he said, ruffling her hair as she threw him a glare. "And trust me, that happens a lot. If anyone else was put in your place then they'd get the same treatment, so it's nothing personal Maka. Trust me."

"Then will you leave me alone now?"

Kid's grin dropped at the corners, showing his displeasure at her answer. "...Bookworm."

Maka huffed. "Symmetry freak."

"Pigtails."

"Reaper."

"Green eyes."

"Three lines...You're not even doing it right," Maka broke away, no longer feeling upset with herself. The Guardians would just have to deal with it. "Go home Kid," she ushered him away with her hand, "I've got Guardian duties to tend to."

He raised a perfect brow in return. "All you do is sit on that wall, staring at the forest where the outcasts live."

Maka involuntarily flinched at the word, drawing her gaze to the woods that lay across from her post at the wall. "My job is to protect the city, nothing more nothing less. And besides, you don't do anything either! Just because you're the boss' son, doesn't mean you can hand off your duties to others!"

"Fine," he bowed his head in defeat, mumbling something under his breath as he withdrew his hover-board from his hand and climbed aboard. "Update me if anything happens." He said before whizzing upwards towards the sky and into the darkness.

"But that's the thing!" She called after him. "Nothing ever does!" Maka cried, eyes still engrossed with staring at the forest.

A second snowdrift had fluttered down from the heavens during her stare-off with the trees, leaving wet tear stains along the Guardian's arm from where the cold met the warmth.

Having waited patiently through the silence, Mizune finally nudged her head against Maka's back, a sign of wanting her attention. Maka patted her head in understanding before giving the reindeer the 'OK' to set off into the night sky. Mizune grunted joyously and did just that.

Her body basked beneath the stars as she rolled between the mist, pumping her magic-induced hooves that kept her a flight– another gift from Saint Nick. Each Guardian owned their own personally reindeer whose furs were tinted with different colours. The magic in-stored in them from Nic effected them differently compared to the Guardians, changing their nostalgic brown coats to blacks, greys and purples, and making them stick out like sore thumbs.

Mizune on the other hand had a tremendously useful coat. Due to the persistent snowfall her white pelt fit right in, giving them the upper hand when it came to a fight with her camouflage skills. Well, not that they'd ever had the chance to use it.

The wall was quiet most days, with the only visitors being from the city itself, but even then they stayed behind the wall, not daring to venture out. The forest was where the outcasts lived. Most of them were banished after the Witching War, not to set foot in Death City ever again unless they wished to capture the Guardian's wrath.

"'Outcasts', huh." Maka whispered to herself, recalling Kid's words as her breath froze in the cold. She'd never met another one in person.

"What do you want with the outcasts?" Asked a smug voice.

Until now.

Maka was instantly on her feet, hand ready at her side to grab the hidden weapon tucked beneath her checkered skirt, tied on a thin, red belt around her thigh. "Show yourself," she demanded sternly, focusing her aura as her Soul Perception came into play.

Her increased sight zoomed in on the unfamiliar character, sensing the hostility circling around his glowing, crystal soul. Maka visibly cringed; she had never seen such a brightly coloured soul.

"You're the new Guardian?" He mocked, casually emerging from the trees. "A little girl?"

Maka stared at the boy's unruly white hair, almost mistaking him for an oni in human form with those glowing red eyes. "Who are you?" She asked, hearing Mizune land behind her with a sudden thud. The ends of her cape blew forward with the breeze, wrapping around her slender legs while she stared at him unmoving, flexing her fingers in anticipation.

"The name's Jack Frost," he grinned, showing off his unnaturally pointed teeth. "I have come to cross the wall." He nodded at the mass of stacked stone behind her, running his eyes across the white beast who stared back at him in hesitation.

Maka boldly pulled the palm-sized pipe from her belt with the jolt of her wrist, extending the steel structure into a tall, lethal scythe. "Only humans can cross the wall," she declared as the scythe's blade towered over her, almost twice the size of her body length and covered with intricate reverse triangles in the shades of black and red. "And you don't resemble the average human."

The boy's crimson eyes shone at her words, taking no offence. "I'm getting across that wall," he growled, watching her twist the scythe between her nimble fingers, setting his sights on the target. This is going to be a piece of cake, he thought internally, lifting his hands. Blackstar would get a kick out this. "Here I com-"

Maka acted before he could finish, grabbing one of the magically-embedded baubles from Mizune's antlers before lobbing it into the air and watching it hit the ground by his feet. The blue snowflake glowed before Jack Frost could react, releasing a bout of ice that froze the ground as well as his feet.

"Nice try, but ice is my speciality," he smirked and turned his hands over as a blue light oozed across his palms and he melted away the ice at his feet with ease, making the bauble useless.

Maka's grip slackened around her scythe as she stared at the boy's glowing hands, hearing the same word circle around in her head. Outcast. Outcast. Outcast. "Y-You're one of the banished-"

A slither of ice shot past her face, narrowly missing the skin of her pale cheek. "Don't call me that," he barked, crushing the empty bauble beneath his foot.

Maka slowly raised her scythe, pausing momentarily. No one's ever tried to cross the wall during my years of guarding, her inner voice whispered wearily. What am I supposed to do? Arrest him? ...R-Remove him?

Frost clenched his hands into fists, making the blue light glow even brighter before releasing his fingers with a quick flick, sending a flurry of deadly icicles at the girl.

The Guardian snapped from her daze at the oncoming threat and hurriedly swung her scythe back and forth as quickly as she could until its shape became unrecognisable, flashing with a blur of silver while the blade cut through the approaching spikes, shattering them all in one blow. However the few that escaped her defence hit the empty air above the wall, bouncing off an invisible shield.

The provoked orange glow reacted in response, revealing itself as it stretched from the tip of the wall and up, too high for them to see.

Jack Frost moved back on instinct, staring wide-eyed at the glow as his blue light flickered like a changing flame. "There's a barrier?" He said in disbelief. "No one told me about this!"

Maka drew in a steady breath. "It's created by yours truly," she remarked and charged at the outcast, bringing her scythe down hard. She collided with an ice-sculptured sword and the force threw her back, forcing her to dig her heels into the snow as she slid back, reaching out for Mizune.

The reindeer darted forward and Maka grabbed the nearest bauble, waiting for Mizune to veer back before throwing it straight at Frost. The yellow bauble exploded at contact, momentarily blinding the boy but giving Maka enough time to attack him from behind.

Her scythe sliced through the thick coat on his back, catching at the skin beneath as a red substance leaked through the fabric, tainting the pure colour of the snow at his feet.

Jack Frost staggered forward in surprise, having misjudged the Guardian's strength as he felt the blood trickle down his back. He cursed out loud. The snowdrift was heavier now and the wind had picked up in speed, hurling it's numbing chill across the field as the two teenagers shivered simultaneously.

Using his foot, Frost kicked up a good amount of snow as he whirled around, barely freezing it with his magic as the pain struck in his back. His hands threw the shrunken balls of ice in Maka's direction while the snowdrift grew heavier, altering its tiny specks into thicker balls of ice as the blizzard struck down at the earth below.

Maka dodged the glowing orbs but soon found her gaze drawn towards the woods at Frost's sudden disappearance; and it had grown eerily quiet. She blinked, gripping the handle of her scythe tightly to her chest as her eyes scanned the field. The glowing orbs that had landed before the wall melted away unnoticed, reverting back into the snow beneath her boots. But Maka stayed standing, waiting patiently for another attack with baited breath.

It never came.

He must have retreated, her mind supplied casually.

Her heartbeats slowed down in relief as she exhaled through her mouth, collapsing to her knees with a thud. Vixen discarded her soiled scythe at the sight of the boy's blood a few metres away, staining the crystal texture with blobs of crimson; the colour that reminded her of his eyes.

Mizune's warmth encircled around her as the beast settled behind, leaving enough room for Maka to lean back and rejoice at the comforting heat. She sighed. Reindeer's weren't much help when it came to fighting; they were humble creatures by nature and could be quite fickle at times.

Mizune was better as a companion than a weapon.

Maka sighed and pulled her cloak further around her, adjusting the hood so that her face was covered from the cold. Her mind was filled with the image of the outcast, wondering who he might be. The glow of his hands had seemed somewhat familiar; it was a shade she'd recalled as a child, but she couldn't place it. She hoped he wouldn't try again, but the determination she felt in his soul had coursed throughout his entire being.

Maka bit her bottom lip, feeling her body tremble against the frost.

If one outcast had the courage to breach the wall, then so would more, and it seemed her peaceful days of guarding the wall were about to become eventful.

And she was sure he'd be back.


The blizzard rained down as Jack Frost ran unsteadily through the snow, feeling the wind bite at the open wound on his back. Every cell in his body was screaming from the pain, hearing a dull ringing in his ears.

A wave of nausea caused his vision to grow black, forcing him to stop and take a moment to breathe. His hand grasped at the nearest tree, and he dug his blunt nails into the bark as a shot of agony ran down his back. Forcing the air in through his mouth, Frost threw himself beneath the tree, using the cover of the frozen leaves to shield himself from the brewing storm in the sky.

Blood pooled around him, seeping into the snow as he felt his strength weaken from the Guardian's blow. She had surprised him; he'd give her that, but she wouldn't be any match against him in a full-blown battle. And she hadn't even used her Guardian magic. He'd heard that they could have increased strength, eyesight...maybe even flight.

But who'd have thought a little girl would out-beat him?

Frost scoffed.

He lay there in the snow for a while, chuckling silently to himself at his stupidity. Her pigtails had misled him to think that she'd been posted there as a joke, to represent the Guardian System and their belittled attitudes towards the banished. He'd expected a buff man covered in magic runes wielding a broad sword, not a scrawny, little girl in a red cape with a scythe. An overly large scythe.

The faint sound of crunching snow filled his ears, sparking his interest as he turned his head, settling his crimson eyes on the looming figure.

"Jack Frost." Her voice whispered through the blizzard.

He ignored her, instead focusing his gaze on the irregular tattoo covering her arm, curling around the skin in the shape of a blackened snake. Witch, his inner voice rattled as he stared, presuming it to be the source of her magic.

"Do you need some assistance?" She gestured at the wound on his back with a hiss, pointing a black nail in his direction.

He took one look at her forked tongue and spat, "I don't need any help. Leave me be, witch."

The woman snickered from beneath her hood, shifting closer. The snow appeared to move around her, almost as if she had structured a barrier to reflect off the elements. "Won't you listen to what I have to say?"

"Nope. I'm not even going there."

The witch pursed her lips. "...Not even if I say I can help you cross the wall?"

It took all of his willpower to stop his eyes from widening in surprise, sinking his fingers into the chilling snow in a desperate attempt to fight off his confusion. He met her sinister yellow eyes. "And how would you do that?"

"I can give you more power," she replied, lowering herself to his height. "But let me heal you first, or you'll rot beneath this tree," she mused.

Frost held her gaze, puzzling over her words until his lips turned blue before giving her a nod. Her hands slipped between the rip of fabric and his back, and he flinched from their cold touch. It was an uncomfortable position, with him bunched against the tree and the witch at his back.

"What's in it for you?" he suddenly asked to fill the awkward silence, glad to feel his strength coming back.

A sharp cackle slipped past her lips as she curled her tongue, knitting the last threads of skin together to close the wound on his back. "Nothing, I require nothing of the sort." She replied innocently.

"I don't believe you witch," Frost shot back, holding a suspicious glint to his eye. "You're kind always wants something in return."

The witch removed her hands and stood, appearing to think over his reply. She smirked to herself as she answered, "I only wish to cross the wall."

Frost sneered. "Don't we all," he muttered with a roll of his eyes, arching his healed back in a stretch as he held his cool composure. "What's caught your attention across the wall? Is it revenge?" He questioned. "I wouldn't be surprised with the outcome of the Witching War-"

"Family," the witch lied casually. "My parents were mere mortals but I was banished for what I was. I wish to...rekindle our family bond." She bowed her head, hiding her grin beneath her hood.

The boy stared at his hands, running over their talk in his head. She said she'll give me power, he thought pensively. Power that will let me cross the wall. But is it worth the risk? He pondered, feeling her gaze on the back of his neck. We can cross together and defeat...the Guardian. Frost shot to his feet at this. Do I really have it in me to harm a girl? He turned his gaze back to the witch.

"Alright," Jack extended his arm. "We have a deal."

"Excellent-"

"Only if you promise not to harm the Guardian." He urged steely. "Leave her to me."

The witch barked out a laugh, sending him a devious grin. "Fi-ine," she reached behind her back and produced an item, handing it over to him. "I agree to your terms, Jack Frost. Put this around your wrist and it will amplify your power."

Frost did as she said. "Now what?"

"That will be all for now," she snickered, taking a step back. "I'll give you some time to...adjust to your new powers. I'll return in a few days to formulate our plan." She whispered, walking back the way she came and blending in with the night.


Original Posting Date: 10th December 2012

Posting Date: 5th December 2015

Symm: Hello everyone, welcome to the newly-edited 'Fire and Ice'. This was originally a Christmas inspired story which I posted in 2012, and I had been planning to redo the whole plot (as well as many of my other stories) for a better story. I have two fics on the go right now, but I've decided to put them on hold until Christmas is over so I can focus on this one throughout December. I'm sure most of you already know who the Witch is since she's up to her meddling ways once again, and since this is a Christmas fic I will be going off my own ideas rather than following the Anime/Manga plots. There might be key elements present from the series but I can't guarantee it, so just stay tuned to find out.

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