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I DO NOT own anything from ROTG.

On with the chapter! BUT first I wanted to thank all you all for reading! Review please!

I loved the two reviews i got. And i wanted to throw in there that Mittens is actually Chelsea. It was easier for me to give her my name so yea :) Mittens is the pet name her father calls her, Youll find out why later :)

"Wow!"Chelsea exclaimed.

Jack grinned and soaked it all up he'd never spoken to a human kid before… he'd never spoken to anyone actually. As he was lost in his thoughts a snowball hit him in the face. He wiped the snow off and looked at Chelsea who was grinning and making another one.

"Just so you know kid I'm the KING of Snowballs" Jack said as he quickly formed a snow ball himself.

As he was aiming Chelsea spoke again.

"My name is Chelsea. Not kid. Say it with me CHEL-SEA" Chelsea said. Jack chuckled slightly as he looked her over. She was pretty small for a 6 year old but she certainly made up for it with spunk. He playfully tossed the snowball at her and they began a snowball fight pelting each other until her dad came back outside.

"Come on Chels!" he called. Chelsea looked at Jack; her cheeks were a bright red from the cold

"Can we play again tomorrow?!" She asked Jack eagerly. "Of course… because I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a snow day." Jack said grinning at her. He flew to his pond and laid on a tree branch thinking about that little girl.

"Who were you talking to Mittens?" Chelsea's dad asked. "Oh… Jack Frost. He's going to make it snow again tomorrow so I won't have school" Chelsea replied as she wiggled out of her coat. Her dad laughed, amused by his daughters imagination.

"Is that so Mittens? No school?" He asked, as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Yes" Chelsea replied plainly as her mother came into the room. Her straight blonde hair spilled out of a pony tail and her hazel eyes were wide as she heard what her daughter was saying.

"Andrew please tell me you are not filling her head with fairy tales?" her mother asked ushering Chelsea into the kitchen for some hot chocolate.

"Cora calm down. It was just a tale about Jack Frost" Andrew said looking in on Chelsea who had taken her hot chocolate and parked herself in front of the window and was watching the snow fall.

"Promise me you won't let her imagination run wild..." Cora said sighing as she looked at the little girl.

That night as Cora put Chelsea to bed the little girl was all smiles.

"I like Jack frost Mommy! He's so much fun!" Chelsea happily told her mom.

Cora could only sigh. She wanted to tell the little girl Jack Frost wasn't real but she didn't want to crush her daughter's dreams… just yet.

Jack spent the night filling the town with snow guaranteeing a snow day for the kids. He flew around for a bit observing his work before settling into his tree for a quick nap before the sun rose. He awoke just in time to watch the sunrise as he gripped his staff. He couldn't wait to watch the children run around and have fun. But mostly he was looking forward to another day with Chelsea.

Chelsea was up bright and early and Andrew was taken aback. Chelsea had indeed predicted that there was no school.

"Maybe Mittens really met Jack Frost" Andrew thought as Chelsea ran into the room and looked out the window and squealed at the sight of the snow.

"He did it! Jack made it snow!" Chelsea squealed happily as she ran to get dressed. She bundled up them ran outside looking for Jack.

"Jack?" Chelsea called a bit scared that the winter spirit wouldn't show. She sighed and sat down in the snow. Only a moment passed before she was hit in the arm by a snowball. She smiled big and looked up and standing on the shoveled side walk leaning on his staff was none other than Jack Frost. She grinned and threw a snowball at Jack.

"Watch out CHEL-SEA this snowball is coming right for your head!" Jack said smirking as he formed another snowball. They had a large snowball fight. Jack couldn't stop laughing the entire day.

Jack ended up winning the snowball fight and he sat in the snow watching as Chelsea made a snowman.

"You've got quite a bit of spunk" Jack said standing up to help her.

"Good… what's spunk? Is that like some weird grown up word? Because grownups tell me that all the time" Chelsea said as Jack helped her lift the head of the snowman onto the rest.

"Sort of" Jack replied shrugging his shoulders and picking his staff back up

Every day after that after Chelsea was finished at school Jack came back and played with his spunky new friend. Spring was fast approaching and Jack knew he was going to have to move on from the small town and onto the rest of the world. Jack was a bit sad but he shook his head and focused on the fact he'd see her next winter. Jack spent his time spreading joy and winter to the other children of the world. He returned on the first day of winter and found a note taped to the tree in Chelsea's front yard. Jack walked to the tree and looked closer. The note was labeled "Snow-Head" the nickname Chelsea called Jack. He opened it up and written in a childish script was

"Dear Snow-head

I am moving. I'm really sorry. I'm going to miss you tons and tons. I'm moving to Miami where it does not snow. I will never forget you Jack Frost.

Love

Chelsea"

Jack folded the letter up and tucked it safely into his pocket. He sighed and went to spread some joy to kids. If he wasn't happy at least he could make some kids happy with snow on the first day of winter. He managed to crack a smile when a little boy nailed his sister in the face with a snowball with some help from Jack Frost.

Ten years passed quickly before Jack's eyes