To anyone who read the first chapter and came back to read the second THANK YOU SO MUCH!

This is my first fanfic (if you didn't guess) and I really appreciate anyone taking time to read it.

Not sure if I'm required to say this but: I DO NOT OWN JACK FROST OR RAPUNZEL OR EITHER MOVIE, THAT IS WHY THIS STORY IS A FANFIC.

FrozenLanterns: Thank you! I hope you like this chapter:)

Guest: You're too kind but thank you also

BlueAcrylicPaint: That was quite mushy, but thanks anyway haha. The (POV Change) I had between transitions vanished. Sorry if anyone got confused!

Here's Chapter 2

"That was fun," I laughed. Looking down from my perch on top of one of the tall Russian onions, I had a perfect view of the chaos I had just caused: people trying to gather scattered paperwork, kids laughing as their friend tried to unstick their tongue, people rubbing their sore bottoms from my Slip 'n Slide: Winter Edition.

So maybe it wasn't exactly fun for the humans, but whoops. That's life.

I suppose it wasn't the Russians' fault I was in a sour mood. Phil-the Yeti-had caught me and kicked me back into the blizzard before I could even glimpse at the Pole.

All I wanted was to ask North for some advice about getting kids to believe in me, but whatever. He has to get his child-bribing plans ready for Christmas.

"Hey, Wind! Take me home!"

About two seconds after the words left my mouth, the breeze sped up and carried me along with it until I was back in Burgess. My home.

Since I'm immortal and I can ride on the wind, I've been all over the world. Twice.

But I always return here, to the city that had grown up around my lake.

I shook that from my head. Thinking about the day I rose from the lake messed with my head, and I was trying to keep my spirits up today.

Why? Because it was my birthday!

So I guess it's not EXACTLY my birthday. I don't know when it actually is, and I suppose at this point it doesn't matter anymore.

But it was December 1st, and that marked the beginning of Winter for me.

December 1st is the official day I'm really SUPPOSED to start frosting windows and freezing ponds, and February 28th is the official last day. But I always come a little early and stay a little late, mainly to irritate E. Aster Bunnymund.

Man, the Blizzard of '68? Bunny was so mad that I froze all of his 'googies' that he opened one of his dumb rabbit holes underneath me so that I fell through to the middle of the Caribbean.

It's fantastic for Summer getaways, not so much for Winter Spirits.

Anyway, since I could now do my stuff without being reprimanded, I celebrated with a giant blizzard over my home.

"Snow day!" I called out as I flew over streets and pulled books from kids hands to throw in the air, "No school today, kiddos," I told them.

One kid scrambled for his book though, brushing the snow off of it after picking it up.

The cover said, "Mysterious Times: THEY'RE OUT THERE!"

"Huh, that looks interesting. Is it good?" I asked the kid.

He didn't even glance up.

A few other kids ran up to him, "Yeah man!" "Snow day!"

"You're welcome," I mock-bowed.

The kid reading about the mysterious times led his friends into a yard, animatedly talking about how they found Bigfoot hair samples in Michigan.

I perched on the fence to watch them, he seemed like a pretty interesting kid.

But it sort of bothered me. He looked so excited, and his friends all...I don't know. They brushed him off like he was acting like a four year old.

It made me wonder. If people ever start believing in me, and I actually start having friends, if they'll treat me like a kid. (I suppose that, for a 318 year old, I AM kind of ever so slightly immature.)

"Jamie! Bring a hat!" a woman called.

The kid looked up right as she shoved a winter hat down on his head.

"You don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose," she smiled, tapping Jamie's nose with her finger.

I sat up straight, she said my name!

"Who's Jack Frost?" Jamie asked.

His mom laughed, "No one! It's just an expression! You take everything too literally."

"Hey!" I protested. Just an expression?!

As Jamie and his friends walked away, I felt something tighten in my chest.

"Who's Jack Frost?" I muttered, jumping off the fence and reaching down to scooped up some snow. "Yeah, I'll show you 'just an expression'!"

I packed the snow together into a ball and, getting my aim just right, I threw it. Because I've been an expert snow ball thrower since forever (if I do say so myself), it hit Jamie. Right in the back of the head.

"Hey! Who threw that?" he asked, turning around.

I soared over and landed in front of him, "It wasn't Bigfoot," I smirked.

He spotted two kids and threw snowballs at them, hitting one in the face and the other on the back of their shoulder.

The one he hit on the shoulder whirled around, "Jamie! No fair!"

"You struck first!" he laughed, tossing a few more at her.

Yep, I really like this kid.

Soon, there was an all-out snowball war. It was fantastic!

"Okay, who needs ammo?" I asked, skating around the edge of the battlefield and using my magic to make snowballs appear.

Jamie ended up getting hit in the face so hard he toppled backwards and knocked a snowman over.

"Oops," I laughed.

I rushed over to help him up, but when I reached out my hand, I remembered he couldn't see it. He simply jumped to his feet and ran through me to continue his fun.

Oh...

Right.

The kids kept throwing snow at each other like nothing had happened, which nothing really had. Not to them at least.

What? I asked myself. Did you think a few snowballs would change anything?

My day was officially ruined.

I was uncomfortable just standing there, so I floated away to return to the forest.

Up in my favorite tree, I leaned my head against the trunk and closed my eyes. It had been about a month since I last slept, and I was exhausted.

It took a while for me to actually rest though.

(POV Change)

"RaPUNzel! Let down your haAIR," Mother called.

"Uh...hold on Mother!" I called back, tugging on my hair. Earlier I had left my box of paints on top of one of the shelves in the kitchen. (I had been painting the wall above it) and I couldn't reach it, no matter how much I stretched my arms or broke my toes trying to stand on their tips.

So, being the problem solver I am, I used my hair as a lever to get me up there the way I normally do. Except I tied it too tight, and now I couldn't loosen my hair from the supporting beam.

"I'm not getting any younger down here!"

"I know! Just...just hold on!"

My hair was just not having it apparently.

"Give me a break!" I muttered, attempting one last final tug.

I shrieked and stumbled backwards, crashing into the counter. My frying pan flew up into the air and clattered to the ground.

"Are you all right?" Mother called. She must've heard me shriek and the frying pan crash.

"I'm fantastic," I moaned, rubbing my head.

After I had recomposed myself (and glared at my hair-I swear it has a life of its own!) I walked over to the window and sheepishly grinned down at Mother.

She shook her head, but I think I saw a faint smile.

I looped my hair around the hook jutting from the windowsill and WOOSH. My hair tumbled the 70 feet from the window to the ground.

"Hello Mother, welcome home," I smiled as she hopped through the window.

She fluffed out her curly black hair and gave me a hug, "Good morning Rapunzel."

As usual, she headed straight to the mirror to decide whether or not she needed my magic. It used to be she'd only need it once every few days, now it's increased to almost everyday she returns with forming wrinkles and graying hairs.

While she was occupied with that though, I sat out on the window sill, looking out at the meadow. The flowers were starting to wilt away so I wanted to admire the colors while I could.

"How was your morning?" I asked, slightly distracted by a bird flying by.

"Oh my dear, it was AWFUL!" Mother cried.

My heart sank, "Oh?"

"First of all, Winter has just started and it's completely frozen ALL OVER," she said, shuddering at the thought.

In my mind, I thought about the times I had caught snowflakes on my tongue and built tiny people in the little snow that accumulated on the window sill. What's wrong with Winter? I actually missed it. Other than Spring, Winter was my favorite season and now I don't get it anymore because of the veil.

"And I thought I overheard some ruffians talking about a girl with magic hair!" Mother exclaimed. "My did that startle me. I ran here right after to make sure they hadn't found you."

Like that's even remotely possible..

It still made my heart jump, though. Mother had practically drilled it into my brain that lots of people tried to cut or sell my hair, and that if anyone found me they'd all start trying again.

"Well they didn't," I gave a weak smile, turning slightly so I was looking at her instead of out the window.

"So how has your morning been?" Mother asked.

"I got my hair tangled around the-"

"Speaking of hair! I need you to sing for me! Look at this!" she pointed at the three gray hairs marring the purity of the raven black.

"You could just yank them out," I muttered under my breath as I moved my stool and grabbed my hairbrush. My head still ached slightly from my crash, and singing was likely only going to make it worse.

"Rapunzel. You know I hate the mumbling."

"I know, sorry. I was just talking to myself."

Mother arched an eyebrow, then nodded.

I set some of my hair in her lap and sang, "Flowergleamandglowletyourpowersshinemaketheclockr eversebringbackwhatoncewasmine."

She hardly had enough time to brush through my hair before the glow had already subsided.

"Rapunzel!" she cried.

"Mother!"

I saw a smile appear, as badly as she was trying to suppress it.

She reached out to brush my hair behind my ear, "I'm going out again, in a few minutes. There's still some business I need to take care of."

"What business?" I asked.

"Oh nothing," she kissed my forehead.

As she stood and walked over to the kitchen, I felt a slight wave of courage.

"Mother, do you think you could take-"

"WHAT is THAT?"

I jumped, "What is what?"

She turned, eyes flashing silver, "That painting."

The kitchen wall I had been painting was covered in dark night sky blue, with the exception of the bright yellow dotting it.

"It's those floating lights...that I used to watch every winter..."

"I told you those were only stars."

"No, Mother," I shook my head. "They're something else, something special. But they aren't stars, I know it!"

"Wash it off," she said darkly.

"But...why?"

"Don't argue with me, Rapunzel! I said WASH IT OFF!" she walked over to me.

Whenever she was angry, her eyes changed to the color of razors. They make my heart race, like it's trying beat it's way from its spot in my chest and run away from her.

"You don't have a good enough reason to make me," I replied, wincing at how squeaky my voice was.

"It's something from out there!" she pointed at the window. "And you are not leaving this tower EVER!"

"Why?! There's NOTHING out there! You have NO reason to be worried for me!" I cried, surprising myself. "It's not like anyone remembers there being a little girl with magic hair THREE HUNDRED YEARS AGO!"

Mother looked shocked as well, I had never argued with her before. Her eyes faded back to soft blue gray, "Rapunzel...it's not what you think. If you left this tower, you'd be killed. And I'm not just saying it's a possibility. I'm saying it's a fact."

"I could handle myself out there. I wouldn't be KILLED," I said, crossing my arms and looking away. "You just don't believe in me."

She placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me to look at her, "Rapunzel, listen to me. This really is for your own good."

Before I could say anything, she had pulled me into a hug.

"I can't lose you. I love you too much."

"I love you more," I replied sadly, realizing she had gotten her way again.

"I love you most."

(POV Change)

"Jack..." the voice echoed around me, like a ghost. "Jack! Jack? Jack... JACK!"

"Who's there?!" I cried, whirling around.

"Jack! Help!"

The voice came from one direction, so that's the way I ran.

As I approached, I saw a girl with her back turned to me. Her long brown hair fell to her waist and she wore a long skirt, like what an Amish woman would wear.

"Hold on!" I cried to her.

Before I could reach her though, I had my path blocked by the snowball children.

"Who's Jack Frost?" "Nobody!" "It's an expression!" "No one actually believes in him."

"I'm not just an expression!" I cried. "I'm real!"

Forgetting the girl, I just ran.

The Moon shone above me, just out of my reach.

I ran across the lake, trying to catch up to him. Right as my fingertips brushed the Moon, the ice caved in.

"Help me!" I yelled to the Moon.

It laughed, "Why would I help you? Making you immortal was a mistake. Drown for all I care."

I pounded on the ice, which had refrozen above me.

My lungs were screaming for air, and my arms felt like they were being ripped apart by the cold. But I wouldn't die. I wouldn't even go unconscious.

The snowball kids returned, ice skating across the lake above me. They ignored my screams for help. Instead they sang a warped Christmas song.

"Jackson drowning in a frozen lake, Jack Frost nipping at his nose. Except, as we've said, many times many ways, Jack Frost is only a myth..."

"I'm not a Myth!"

I woke with a start, heart pounding and a cold sweat beading my hairline.

Circling my tree was a black night mare, one of the Boogeyman's. Well that explains a lot.

"Get out of here," I told it, swinging my staff down so it disintegrated into black snow.

Rubbing my forehead, I sighed. I felt even more tired now than I did before I fell asleep. Nightmares really took it out of me.

I've never even met Pitch Black, the boogeyman the Guardians are so scared of. I don't understand why he keeps plaguing me with these nightmares.

I hugged my knees and buried my face into my arms.

Despite the fact actual cold weather had no effect on me, I was shivering. My bones were chilled and I could feel the goosebumps prickling my skin.

In my mind, a montage of the first thirty years I remember played around. Those years were definitely the hardest. All I could do was fly around and try to control my powers but fail miserably. And beg for the Moon to tell me who I used to be.

I still beg sometimes, I still want to know who I was so badly. But he NEVER ANSWERS.

"Okay," I told myself. "I'm done with this."

I jumped up into the air and soared over the forest, scanning it for people. Maybe I could go to the lake and prevent kids from falling in.

Yeah! I like that idea.

But before I made it to the lake, I was pushed back slightly. Not much, but enough to get my attention.

If I hadn't been flying so fast I probably wouldn't have noticed it.

It was like running through knee deep water, or trying to run in a dream where you're being chased. It made your legs feel like they were useless blobs of jello.

Only I was flying, so what was going on?

I reached out with my hand tentatively.

It felt like trying to push two magnets together that didn't attract. (I forget if it's opposites that don't attract or similar.)

It seemed to only be right in this spot, if I moved two feet up I didn't feel it.

"All right, let's see if this works," I got a firm grip on my staff, causing the blue glow to intensify. I poked the invisible force with it, and watched as frost spiraled out.

It was like one of those games where you try to guess what the blurry picture is of, as it gets clearer and clearer the more you look at it, and the more points you get the sooner you guess.

About halfway through, I guessed that it was a door.

"Yeah, ten points, self five!" I chuckled when I saw I was right.

But then I thought about how weird it was. An invisible door thirty feet above a forest. What was that even about?

After staring at it for a good five minutes, I decided that yes, I WAS going to open it and see what was behind it.

I ducked and stepped through.

(POV Change)

Rubbing my eyes, I trudged to the kitchen to start making myself breakfast.

I tried not to look up at the washed off paint, but I couldn't help it. Sigh.

Straightening my back and shaking it off, I grabbed my frying pan and started to make pancakes.

As I cooked, I hummed. The humming led to softly singing the words, which led to singing, which led to slight dancing, until I was putting on a full one woman show in my kitchen.

"Tangled: The Musical!" I joked with myself, thinking about how badly I needed to brush my hair.

I could practically FEEL the knots forming. It's probably one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever.

So after I had filled myself with pancakes, I spent the next two hours brushing out my hair. It was fun, obviously.

Outside, I heard birds chirping, practically summoning me to the window. So that's where I drifted, until I realized I had been staring out the window for an hour.

It was especially perfect out today. I felt like I could reach up and brush my fingers through the sky. It was that just right shade of blue, the kind that hurt your eyes slightly but was too beautiful to look away. And the breeze carried the aroma of flowers and grass up to me.

Closing my eyes, I imagined what the grass would feel like against my feet or what it'd be like to make a wish on one of those dandelions.

But then I opened my eyes, and remembered that I was still up here, seventy feet away from the ground.

Sigh.

I pulled my hair over my shoulder and dropped it, letting it cascade to the ground. Hey, now at least part of me was outside.

"When will my life begin?" I wondered.

(POV Change)

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a warm Spring breeze pulling me in and shutting the door behind me.

I didn't understand what I saw before me.

It was just a meadow, what's so special about it that it needs to be hidden behind a magic door?

Ordinary grass, ordinary waterfall, ordinary stream, ordinary tower...

Tower?

It stood in the very center, so tall it touched the clouds.

Okay, still. What's so great about a tower?

I walked closer to it tentatively, examining it.

From the window at the top of the tower, a long train of gold fell to the ground and piled up a little. Is that...hair?

"Who grows their hair this long?" I asked under my breath, floating over and letting a few blonde strands run through my fingers.

I wondered who this hair belonged to, and why they lived in a tower in a hidden meadow. They'd probably be very interesting to talk to. (Too bad I'm invisible.)

It didn't really matter if I went to go at least LOOK at them. It's not like they'd see me floating right in front of them. So I soared upwards until I was level with the window.

The girl had her cheek propped against her hand and was looking at me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Wait...she was looking at me...at ME...AT me!

We just looked at each other in shock, until she broke the silence by shrieking and yanking on her hair to pull it back into the tower.

She gave me one final terrified look before slamming closed the shutters.

"Wait!" I cried.

(POV Change)

I froze. I knew that voice.

The shutters creaked as he slowly pushed them open. I whirled around and started to back away, keeping my eyes focused on him in case he made a move for my hair.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he frowned.

Pointing my frying pan in his direction, I warned, "Don't come any closer!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the frying pan, then back at me in a 'really?' way.

Then he lifted his Shepard's crook into the air and I winced, terrified he was about to use some terrible magic against me. (Hey he WAS floating like a minute ago)

But then he dropped it to the floor and kicked it away, far enough away he wouldn't be able to grab it. I noticed the strange chill that had followed him in vanished the moment the staff was out of his hand. What else could that think do?

"I put down my potential weapon," he said, nodding at the staff sitting lifelessly on the floor. "Now you have to put down yours."

Hesitantly, I put my frying pan back on the counter. I kept it in reach though, my heart was thudding and I wasn't sure I could trust him. He still might have a hidden pair of scissors or something.

How did he even get past the veil? Mother said that only she had that power..

Slowly, he walked towards me. Everytime a floorboard creaked beneath him a small shock of panic was pumped through my veins.

I noticed he didn't wear shoes. That made me warm up to him a teeny bit.

Soon, there was less than a foot of space between us.

"You can see me..." he breathed.

"Am I not supposed to be able to?" I forced a laugh.

He shook his head in disbelief and smiled.

He wasn't anything like I would imagine a boy to look like. Mother said they had pointy fangs dripping with the blood of the hearts they had broken, that their eyes were soulless and cruel. The boy's smile was beautiful, no blood or fangs. And his eyes...God his eyes. They were the exact shade of blue I imagined a crystal clear sea would be, or like the color of an underwater iceberg. They were beautifully alien, nothing like Mother's bluish gray eyes or my own green ones. They weren't a color any paint could do justice.

His snowy white hair was messy and windblown, like he hadn't even heard of a brush, just how I had never heard of white hair. This boy was by far the strangest thing I'd ever seen. (Not that that's saying much though.)

I could feel my fears melting away the more I stared, he couldn't be dangerous, could he?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Jack Frost," he murmured in reply. He was looking at me the way Mother looked at her reflection: like he was viewing the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. That can't possibly be it though, I'm not beautiful. Mother says I'm only "adorable". So...why was he looking at me like that?

I felt my face get hot and I tucked my hair behind my ear, my nervous habit.

Mother's words screamed in my ear, to run or knock him out with a frying pan or SOMETHING. But I ignored it. Some other voice, a louder voice, was telling me to not be scared. So I told myself to relax and asked carefully, "How did you find me?"