A/N- That moment when you try so hard for 1000 words, but fall 150 short and just don't know what to add.

Yes, I know. This chapter is short, too. I tried to lengthen it. Really, I did. But I failed. But that doesn't really matter, because we'll be getting into the actual story soon.

Anyway. On to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG.

I opened my eyes, confused. I didn't recognize my surroundings. It was dark, though. Night. I was in a snowy clearing, the moon shining down and making the world glitter. I walked towards the woods around the clearing, a small path cutting its way through. Something drew me in this direction, though I didn't know what.

I noticed the lack of the sound of crunching snow beneath my feet and looked down. The snow was deep, but my feet didn't seem to touch. It was an odd sensation, but I kept walking. I came to another clearing. Here, though, I could see that it was on the side of a mountain, the trees giving way to a rocky overhang that showed the brilliant night sky, stars and moon glittering, as well as a snow-covered landscape. In the distance the lights of a small town flickered peacefully, everyone beginning to settle down for the night. I smiled, a sense of calm flooding over me.

Leaning against a tree was a boy, no older than I, wearing nothing but a hoodie and tattered pants. He didn't have any shoes, but it didn't seem to bother him. A staff hung casually by his side, held up by a lazy hand. It curled at the top, ending about a foot above his head. His skin was pale, his hair snow-white. His ice-blue eyes roamed over the landscape in front of us, a look of pride glittering in them. I had the sense that he had made this scene possible, his whole being radiating winter. I walked to stand beside him.

"It's beautiful," I said.

The boy jumped, spinning to look at me. His eyes widened, looking like saucers. He glanced around, as if I was talking to someone else, but we were the only ones up here. I smiled at him. "You can see me?"

I tilted my head, my grin falling, a curious look taking my face. "Shouldn't I be able to?"

The boy shrugged. "Most people don't seem to be able to."

I looked down at where my feet should have been making a print in the snow, then back down the path that was completely undisturbed. "I don't seem to be most people."

He laughed and shook his head. His gaze wandered to something just behind me. "I guess not."

Confused, I glanced over my shoulder, gasping at what I saw. Two wings hung proudly behind me, their feathers white, fading into a smoky grey, then black. I reached out to touch one, surprised when I could feel the sensation of skin against the feathers. I stretched one out, watching it move seamlessly as I pulled it back in. I looked back to the boy with a smile. "I guess I'm more different than I thought."

The boy tilted his head. "You didn't have them before?"

I shook my head. "Not to my knowledge."

He smiled. "Well, they suit you."

A content smile played at my lips as I looked away, back out over the wintry landscape. "This really is beautiful, though. So peaceful. Like there's nothing else in the world. Like nothing could ever go wrong." The boy didn't say anything, so I continued. "I think that's what I love the most about winter. The peace, the beauty. Sure, spring has its flowers and rebirth. Summer has the rains and the oceans and the green. Fall has the colors painting the leaves. But winter… it's so pure. Simple. Serene. Beautiful. I think that's why it's my favorite."

I glanced over to see that the boy was staring at me. He had a slightly dazed smile, and seemed to simply be taking in my presence. I tilted my head, grinning quizzically, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. "What?"

The boy shook his head, tearing his gaze away from me to the landscape. "Nothing. It's just… it's been so long since I've talked to someone."

I looked out as well, my smile slipping as a thought pierced my mind. "I think it has for me, too. I can't quite tell. To be honest, this all feels a bit like a dream."

The boy looked back at me. "I hope it isn't."

I laughed, my brown gaze meeting his blue one. "I hope so too."

He sat down, his feet dangling over the rocky ledge. I sat next to him, our arms nearly brushing. He laughed. "I just realized that I still don't know your name."

I chuckled as well. "You're right. Nor do I yours. How rude of us."

We both laughed, quieting down into a comfortable silence after a moment. I held out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Rachel."

He took my hand, his touch icy-cold. "I'm Jack. Jack Frost."

I looked down at our hands in surprise, it just dawning on me that I hadn't been able to touch anything or feel the temperature prior to now. We let go, and I smiled. "Well, Jack Frost. I have a feeling that we're gonna be pretty good friends."

His grin looked like it was gonna split his face, stretching from one ear to the other. "I think I look forward to that."

I laughed. "I think I do, too."

A/N- So, yeah. I like this chapter. I wanted to write a scene for how Jack and Rachel met, and I can't say I'm disappointed. Well, as usual, until next time, fave, follow, review, and PM me!