Rapunzel was having a long different day to say the least.

At first, it was just another morning of her and Pascal playing some games, doing chores to please mother, and continue painting. It was like this everyday: her mother visiting to prepare meals and for Rapunzel to sing for her to make her feel better in the morning, mother going out again leaving her daughter to play only with Pascal, whose existence mother wasn't even aware about. If there was one thing Rapunzel hated more than leaving the tower: it was lying to the woman who birthed her and raised her. She knows how mother is around bugs or lizards. But Pascal was a great friend to her, the best friend she could ask for, even if he was a tiny lizard. The little chameleon had been a companion of hers since she can remember. It would be wrong for mother to sinmply throw him out when he's doing nothing wrong than almost sticking his ear in mother's ear a few times, Rapunzel stopping the agitated chameleon-

Huh. Mumbling in dialogue. Anyway, today was just going to be another day where Rapunzel does the chores around the tower and waits for mother's approval. Though right now her mother was out, again, getting the next meal for them both tonight. Of course Pascal wasn't going to miss out; getting the food Rapunzel places sneakily under the table. Mother had always teased Rapunzel about not being very sneaky, calling her clumsy. Of course mother doesn't mean to be... well, mean, but the young girl's eyes do downcast a little when mother always comments on the subject. Having finished reading another book, while taking a break from the chores, Rapunzel was going on her way down to paint some more. Painting was her favorite hobby; she couldn't get enough of it! While exiting her room, she had a cheery face on, a hum emitting from her mouth, Pascal resting in her room from waiting for Rapunzel to finish reading. She didn't want to wake the lizard up.

She halted, however, when a new sight came before her.

At the top of the staircase, she could gap and gasp as a new person had entered her tower. It looked like those different creatures called a boy, as this person was looking around the room, as if admiring the place, not having spotted her yet. He was wearing a blue hoodie, she identified from one of her books, brown pants, and, like her, this boy was bare-footed. He held a crooked staff which was both brown AND blue, and looked about her size and age, but Rapunzel was more entranced by the white hair and pale skin this boy had. Do most boys have white hair? She ducked a little behind the small wall that prevented anyone from falling off the second floor when she thought he glanced at her, and thanked to herself mentally that the rest of her long hair was hiding in the bedroom. The bedroom! Glancing upwards slowly and quietly to make sure he wasn't looking, Rapunzel gathered all the confidence she could and raced back into the bedroom, wincing at the sounds she made. While this new person didn't notice her gasp from before, from what she could tell, he must've noticed her sound of footsteps she made.

Looking around wildly, Rapunzel quickly retreated to the wall near the bedroom door, gathering as much hair as she could so this intruder wouldn't spot it when he entered. Her back rested on the cool wall, the paint on it dry thankfully, and she waited. She didn't have to wait long, this boy iddn't seem too bothered, as he entered the bedroom, Rapunzel thankful he didn't notice her yet. The intruder was a bit taller then her, she noticed. She saw the curious features on his face when he entered, like there was no danger. Well there was: to her. Mother always said boys were dangerous, and that big stick the boy was holding didn't really do anything but further those words. While this person was busy looking around, Rapunzel knew she had to act quickly. If she lucky: she could sneak out, go downstairs and grab something to protect her with. There was nothing guarding her that could defend from an attack by that stick, so Rapunzel attempted to quietly sneak around, approaching to ther door.

She flinched as a creak in the floor was made by her and the boy spun around to face her.

She froze, as though all breath had left her. It was too late, the boy had seen her, and will probably take her away from the tower and sell her hair for money. She put on a guarded look. Well, she wasn't going down at least without a fight! Fear crawled through Rapunzel, and she could do nothing but stare into the dark blue orbs that stared back at her, reminding her of the night sky. It didn't look like the boy wasn't going to say anything; he seemed, to her confusion, as stunned as she. So, Rapunzel finally spoke first to break the unwelcome silence.

"W-Who are you?"

She frowned and felt more confused, however, when the intruder didn't answer and instead glanced behind him, as if checking she was speaking to someone else in particular. That was silly, unless there was some invisible person.

"Who are you?" Rapunzel asked again, trying to sound more confident, and cautious in case he tried anything. She inched towards the exit as well, ready to escape should anything happen. They turned to look at her again, and she raised a brow while the boy's face took on one of disbelief, as though this wasn't really happening. She wished it wasn't.

"Can-Can you see me?" the boy asked quietly, sounding as though this wasn't really happening.

Her shoulder rested right next to the edge of the doorway, Rapunzel halted briefly when she detected the disbelief and curiosity in the boy's voice. What does he mean: can she see him? Of course she can see him! He was standing right there! There was no one else around, save for Pascal... Pascal! He was still sleeping! She can't leave him here with this intruder! Maybe if she keeps him talking, Rapunzel can think of a plan to wake the chameleon up and they will escape together from the inrtuder. It's risky, very risky, but the seventeen-year-old wasn't going to abandon her best friend in the pale hands of this stranger!

"Of course I can. Now who are you?" she asked again, going along with her new plan. Her brow raised further, however, as the boy did a reaction she did not expect: he was grinning. Grinning? Why? He was acting something happened that has made him very happy, and this only furthered it when he gasped into the air with a noise of happiness. Rapunzel wasn't sure what was going on, but her back was pressed to the wall more, this intruder didn't seem in the right sense. Maybe he's crazy?

That panicked idea increased when the white-haired boy continued like he was in joy, "You can see me! I...I can't believe this. After years of being alone, someone sees me!" the boy practically yelled.

The laugh of surprise after that caused Rapunzel to raise both eyebrows at that, though his words seemed to linger in her mind. Years of being alone? Had this boy been lonely for so long he was that happy? It dampened the idea of his insanity, but still. She couldn't be too careful yet; t6his boy could still be dangerous. Yet the idea of being only alone without anyone talking to you was sad to her, and she couldn't but feel a little sorry to the boy before her.

Said boy seemed to have calmed down a little, rubbing his own back neck for some reason and finally answering her question, "Sorry, caught up in the moment...I'm Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter. But more importantly; who are you?"

Her eyes widened, her guarded stance defaulting a little. Jack Frost? As in... THE Jack Frost? The same spirit from her stories that bring snow and winter around the world like mother had told her about. Granted mother told her Jack Frost, like the rest of the characters she had read and wondered about, were make-believe and didn't exist. That didn't stop Rapunzel from believing in any of them thought, Jack Frost included. It was hard to believe, though, that this individual spirit would have ever visited her, right now! Yet here he was! He looked different than the books that showed pictures of him, and she wondered maybe that if he's around, maybe the other spirits were around as well, maybe hding around the tower and ready to sruprise her! Her guard was let down for a moment, joy and wonder crossing her features as she said at this person, "Wait... you don't mean... The Jack Frost, right? As in "Jack Frost nipping at your nose?"

"The one and same," the strange boy answered with a wink, which, for unexplained reason, made Rapunzel feel like her stomach flipped a little. What was that? Jack Frost continued, sounding curious himself, "But you didn't answer my question: what's your name?"

Rapunzel flushed, realizing her mistake, and replied with a smile to show she means well, "I'm Rapunzel."

Another silence elasped, as this apperant Jack Frost made no greeting after that. No "Nice to meet you." or "That's a funny name." or anything. He just stared at her, and Rapunzel placed a strand of hair behind her ear, nervous. Why was he staring at her like that, like she was something he had never seen before? Was it something she said? All she said was her name. Maybe her name was new to him, maybe Rapunzel had a special name. Mother always said she was special, though it was more to do with her hair than anything else. Deciding to break out of this uncomfortable silence, Rapunzel decided she wanted proof that Jack Frost was really who he says he is. She asked just that, "Can... Can you show me anything to prove you're who you say you are, I want to see proof you're really Jack Frost?"

That seemed to snap him out of a trance, his reply in words, "Sorry, what?"

Rapunzel couldn't help but giggle, looking anywhere else but at him; that stare of his was longer than it should be. She repeated politely, "I said: can you show me anything to prove you're who you say you are, I want to see proof you're really Jack Frost?"

His reply was, interestingly, a smirk and a bow, though Rapunzel could tell it was fake, before tapping his crooked staff against the wooden floor once, and the young girl gasped at what she saw when she felt something small land on her head. Snow, it was snowing inside her room! It looked just like it did in the stories! Pure white, and pretty. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Mother would've blown up in outrage if she saw this. But Rapunzel didn't care about that right now. Detaching herself from the wall completely, the young girl tentively reached up her hand, smiling widely as the cool touch of the pure white delicate drops landed on her palms, melting a little after. This was, officially, one of the best days she ever had. It can't be real! But it was, and Rapunzel was in pure joy at the falling snowflakes around her, showing off their beauty. She turned to the one responsible for this masterpiece.

"You're really him!" she couldn't help it, Rapunzel lost control of herself and ran at the boy looking at what he made, higging him fiercly. She heard a gasp as she buried her face in his blue hoodie chest, and she the top of her hair being stroked. She realized just now what she just did and let go of the boy abruptly, the coldness that came from him lingering on to her face, Jack Frost putting on a confused expression. She smiled apologectically, "Sorry, I guess I was so excited seeing as how you're who you say you are and you're the real Jack Frost I've read about in my stories and you made it snow in my room and I can't believe you're actually here... sorry, I guess I was rambling..."

She actually thought she was annoying the winter spirit for a moment before Jack raised a hand calmly, stopping her from continuing and replying with that deep voice she had quickly taken a liking to hear, "Hey, it's fine, I'm actually glad someone actually sees and is talking to me for once. And from someone like you, that's an added plus."

For some reason, Rapunzel felt heat in her cheeks and realized she was blushing, Jack's last words being the culprit. She avoided his interested gaze and tucked another hair behind her shoulders, silence again appearing. She was suppose to be polite and say "Thank you.", but she find she couldn't use the voice to say it. Another tap was heard against the floor and Rapunzel looked up, realizing she had forgotten about the snow for a moment and now it's stopped snowing. She didn't have time to thank Jack for making it snow when she heard something that caused her eyes to widen, "That's a lot of hair."

Gasping, fear and panic taking over urgently, Rapunzel attempted to grab as much as she could and pull it all close to her as possible, taking another step back and looking at Jack with a guarded look once more, asking bluntly with a trace of fear, "Is that why you're here? To take my hair?"

It's the main reason why anyone would come here if they found this tower anyway, her mother had said. Jack looked both confounded and amused, but Rapunzel wasn't going to fall for it, not for a minute. The young girl quickly gathered as much hair as she could dragging as much behind her.

"Wait... what?" Jack said, Rapunzel glared at him, not believing his innocence for a minute. The books always siad Jack was a micheavous spirit, and so isn't prone to attempting to steal her hair.

"You heard me, I bet you're here to steal my hair and sell it?" Rapunzel replied, wishing swhe had a weapon to defend herself now. Even spirits needed money to eat and survive... right? ...Right?

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa slow down there for a moment," the winter spirit held up his hands defensively, as though she was the one being on the offensive, "Why would I want your hair? It would proabably slow me down as I'm going places. Plus I couldn't sell it if I could; no one can see me but you."

The words puzzled Rapunzel, as she halted in grabbing her hair and putting it behind her, about halfway done. Most of her hair was covered in the remains of the snow earlier anyway, so she placed the length of it she held back onto the ground. "You're... not going to steal my hair?" she asked slowly, still cautious of the boy before her, who seemed intent on anything but not stealing her hair. And what did he mean: no one could see him but her? Did that mean Jack couldn't be seen by anyone else?

"I promise you: I don't want your hair for any reason," his words sounded so honest, as honest a mischeavous spirit can be, "Unless I wanted long hair myself. But I'm far more comfortable with what I've got, thank you," he added with a smirk.

At least my is more natural in color! she thought to herself, wanting to say back to him as a joke. Well, Jack seemed to have no intent on taking her anywhere, so she wanted to see the full honesty. Rapunzel approached him cautiously, green eyes in suspicion as Jack made no attempt to move away, watching her with curiosity. She tentively raised a hand and rested the palm on the winter spirit's pale cheek. She waited for any reaction: nothing. Save for a raised eyebrow from both of them. She never felt anything so... cold from another being before. Even Pascal wasn't this cold. "...You're so cold," was all she could say. Rapunzel didn't know why Jack was this cold, maybe it was because he was a spirit and stays in snow, but the young girl was so entranced by the coldness this boy emits.

"...And you're so beautiful..."

The mumbling was heard by the both of them, Rapunzel's eyes widened in surprise and quickly took her hand off his cheek, heat rushing up her cheeks quickly at the compliment to her. Jack's own eyes were widened as though he made a horrible mistake. In the back of her mind she heard laughter similar to the sqeauky laughter Pascal makes. Both were looking at anything but each other, but Rapunzel did glimspe enough to see the winter spirit was as much blushing as she. Who knew spirits could blush? Mother called her beautiful many times, but felt different. Still, the compliment felt weird and... good, like it brought joy to her being. But why? Jack was a total stranger to her. Maybe it was time to change the subject, yes, there was a good idea.

"So... you said no one can see you? Why?" she asked shyly, not wanting to offend the winter spirit before her. The question had been lingering in her thoughts for a while. Rapunzel's eyes met his own, and they looked clouded, like it was a subject he was not use to talking about. Oh dear? DID she offend him? Rapunzel quickly said to reassure she meant no harm in her words, "I'm-I'm sorry if I offended you! You just said that before and I couldn't help but be curious-"

A chuckle, followed by a cold finger to her lips, caused Rapunzel to stop and bring back the blush that was leaving her face and look at him in confusion.

Jack spoke in answer, "It's fine, don''t worry about it," the reassurance calmed Rapunzel down a little, though she detected the softness in his voice now. He continued, "Ever since I was brought into life by the Man in the Moon, no one but the other spirits could see or hear me, everyone walks through me. I've been alone for a long time now, making snow days for kids to enjoy, ice for adults to slip on, and snowballs for people to hit with."

Despite that chuckle he made, Rapunzel saw through the fakeness of it and looked into Jack's eyes intently, spotting the sadness and anger of his words and felt immense sadness of her own. Alone? That long? Were people even grateful for what he did? Jack had been alone until he met Rapunzel. There was this "Man in the Moon" and other spirits he mentioned, but it sounded like he never interated with them. Why he never speaks to them was a wonder and, she felt right now, irrelevant. "That's... so sad," Rapunzel finally replied, feeling so sorry for this winter spirit before her. Rapunzel wan't usually alone; except when mother was out and Pascal was asleep. But here was a person who had never, ever, spoken to anyone before.

Tears began to ran down her cheeks, which cleared the cludness in Jack's eyes and widened them. Rapunzel felt cold fingers wiping away the wet droplets on her cheeks, and she was suppose to be reassuring him!

"Hey now..." Jack said, smiling at her sadly, "Don't be so sad. Smile, I like it when you do that."

The corners of Rapunzel's mouth twitched upwards at that, though she turned around and walked from him, glancing around the room looking for nothing in particular, "It's just..." she said, wondering how to put this into words, "I've lived my whole life, never once outside and seeing the world for myself. Mother says the world is dangerous, but you..." she faced him again, seeing his confused expression, "you make it sound like the world isn't as bad as mother says. She says the world is full of bad people who want to take my hair for themselves."

Rapunzel waited for his reaction, which looked counfounded and ridiculed by what she just said. She wanted to know: does Jack consider the world as bad as mother says, seeing how no one ever sees or talks to him? His answer was the exact opposite of her mothers, "Your mother mustn't be going outside enough then. The world isn't that bad! And I don't think I've heard anybody talking about stealing hair before in my life." his counfouded look was replaced by chuckling, causing Rapunzel to raise another eyebrow at him before giggling, find his humor enjoyable. So Jack didn't consider the world that bad as mother does, at least it was good talking to someone who had a differen opinion. Funny how they both lack interaction with the world itself with its inhabitants.

"Well..." she said, taking a step towards him, declaring him not to be dangerous to her mentally, "I don't know if the world is good or bad, but one day I hope to go outside and see the floating lights- WHOA!"

She didn't notice the ice forming around the floor by the staff, and as such the conzenquences made her fall into Jack's arms, securing her from falling. There was no time for gratefulness: Rapunzel and Jack's lips accidently met before they could say anything or realize it. Electricity jolted through them both, both eyes closed and arms wrapped around one another for comfort. Seconds passed by as they both realized what they just did,

"I'm sorry!" They both bursted out a moment later, after disengaging themselves from one another, both blushing so hard it could lit up the room, avoding each other's eyes and faces. Glancing upwards, it felt like the sun that was providing them sunlight was, dare she think it, laughing at them. That was certainly what she not had in mind. They both just kissed completely by accident, and Jack looked so innocent and embarrassed it didn't seem like something mischeavous from him. Though, a thought in the back of the mind said, it wasn't like she didn't enjoy it.

Trying to erase that blushing thought, Rapunzel said, "Can you make it snow again?", just as the blushing Jack said, "What do you want to do now?"

She blinked as Jack smirked, as though the embarrassment left him and replaced by teasing, ""Why? Do you want an encore of what we just did?"

Rapunzel's glare did nothing but widen his cheeky smirk, "No! I just... want to play in the snow."

Right now she was playing with her own hair nervously as she saw Jack smile gently and bow, "As you wish mi'lady," causing a giggle from said lady in return. Snow elasped the room once again, and Rapunzel looked up again at it in wonder. All embarrassment forgotten, the young girl started running around the room, spreading her arms out and embracing the coldness with a full smile.

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

The question halted Rapunzel as she glanced at Jack, who was watching interestingly and she nodded, excited, "I never made one before, can you show me how?"

She hoped it wasn't too much of her to ask; it had never snowed inside before and mother wasn't really that fond of the snow. But any doubt was cast aside at Jack's smiling reply, "It's easy" Of course I can show you Punzie!"

Rapunzel was confused at the new name he called her, but was happy more than he was going to help build a snowman with her, "Then, show me how to build a snowman, Jack Frost!"

The laughter and fun that followed after could be heard throughout the entire tower.


"So you have never left this tower? As in, never?" Jack asked curiously.

Having been more than an hour since Jack first visited the tower, Rapunzel assumed, both winter spirit and tower resident had been playing for a while now. Their creation of a snowman was

still standing in the middle of the bedroom, Jack having used his power to keep it standing while the sun peeking through the roof window melted the rest of the snow away.

A snowball fight came after, Rapunzel saying she read about snowball fights and that they can be painful. The winter spirit assured her he has no intention on hurting her, though he smirked and teased he will win it, to her playful irritation. Of course they both had fun in it, laughing and mock-threatening one another the whole way.

The third came the snow angels, which Rapunzel was ecstatic to do so, starting right away while Jack looked amused and followed after. Her hair had decided to join in as well, which Jack laughed about while she was flushing and glaring at him, but calming down with a grin when he commented on how good it looked.

Now they were in the main area of the tower, Rapunzel looking out the entrance window with her elbows leaned againt it, and Jack sitting on the window with his back resting on the edge wall. Rapunzel was telling the winter spirit of how she grew up in this tower from birth, dreaming of going outside since she was little. Atop the table in the middle of the room, Pascal watched: keeping an eye in case the impish spirit of winter tried anything too funny. He had read the books with Rapunzel; so the small lizard had an idea what Jack Frost was capable of.

"Not really..." Rapunzel replied, looking out to the valley around them, "I was raised here since birth; and mother said I can't leave this tower. She cares for me so much..."

"Huh." Jack said thoughtfully, tapping his staff against the wooden floor inside idly, "And you're okay with that?"

Rapunzel was silent, but spoke a few seconds later before Jack thought he might have offended her, "I didn't say that..." he glanced down at the grassy field below sadly, longing in her green eyes, "But..."

She never returned abruptly back into the interior of the tower, eyes downcast and one arm rubbing another, feeling Jack's eyes on her back. She was already considering telling Jack, who she had just met more than an hour ago, and was hesitant. No, not hesitant: more on afraid. Mother had never taken it kindly whenever Rapunzel asked to go outside with her, and was sometimes sent to her room for it. She couldn't imagine the winter spirit behind her having the same reaction, but still. Should she tell him? A stranger? Granted he made it snow just before in her room, and she was thankful for it... but...

She looked at Pascal sitting on the table before downcasting her eyes again, then widened as they suddenly realized Pascal was awake, sitting at the table in front of her. And she had completely forgotten about him the whole time!

She didn't notice Jack behind her, "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fin-"

"Pascal!"

"...Huh?" Rapunzel heard the winter spirit confused voice by her outburst behind her as she rushed to the table, picking up the chameleon and resting him on her palms. Already she was apologizing, "I'm so sorry I forgot about waking you up earlier! It's just that Jack Frost is here and he made it snow and... he made it SNOW, Pascal! In my room! Can you believe it? Though you probably would have guessed by now with the mess of puddles in my room... oh, mother won't be happy. But we'll tell her I had an accident by mopping."

Pascal didn't seem to mind being forgotten, smiling at her reassuringly. Rapunzel grinned in return and rested the chameleon on her shoulder. Then she realized Jack was still behind her, and she turned to see a confounded winter spirit with his head and she thought she was simply talking to her hands. She smiled meekly and Jack then noticed the inquisitive stare of the chameleon resting on the young girl's shoulders.

"Uh... you have a lizard on your shoulder," Jack said bluntly and with confusion, unfazed by the chameleon's indignant glare.

Rapunzel giggled, holding Pascal onto her palms again and reaching to the raised eyebrow winter spirit, "Jack, this is Pascal, my best friend, and he's a chameleon. Pascal, this is Jack Frost, my new..." she suddenly realized what she was about to say, but continued anyway, hopefully no one will catch the hesitation, "Friend."

It seems neither spirit or chameleon caught the pause, as both were currently having a stare-down with one another. Pascal seemed cautious, while Jack seemed amused. In the short time knowing him Rapunzel figured out Jack wasn't usually on the defensive, he was so carefree. Was he like this all the time? She hoped so. Wait... why did she hope so? Maybe because Jack is more fun than, dare she think it, her mother. Of course Jack can't be as fun as Pascal that's for sure, even if they did have a winter wonderland in her room a few minutes ago. She should have included Pascal on the fun... but the chameleon didn't seem to mind, who was busy giving Jack a scrutinizing look while Jack returned with a mock-glare. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Jack smirked and held out a hand for the chameleon to shake. Pascal was obviously taken off-guard by this, gaze faltering a little, but nonetheless returned the handshake cautiously with one of his paws shaking the nearest finger he could reach.

Another pause had taken by. "...So," Rapunzel said, retreating her hands after the hand-paw-shake broke and returning Pascal to her shoulder, who looked satisfied. She smiled at Jack, who was still smirking at the chameleon, "What should we do now?"

The winter spirit considered this and twirled his staff thoughtfully, "Well..." he answered, glancing around the walls at the paintings, ""hat do you do for fun around here, Rapunzel-"

Jack stopped himself and glanced abruptly at the window behind him, eyes narrowed, and Rapunzel suddenly felt a strong wind breeze around her, making her gasp. Was a storm coming or something? She looked questionably at Jack, who turned around to face her again and gave an apologetic smile and said, "Guess the wind wants me to continue making it snow. Have to let people taste my fun, you know,"

"Oh..." Rapunzel said, eyes downcasting a little, "when will you be back?"

"Tomorrow probably, afternoon if this next one's nearby," Jack shrugged, "Yeah..." before looking at Rapunzel and noticing how silent she is being and saying reassuringly, "But hey, I'll be back. Then we can continue having fun just like before! All you have to do is wait and keep believing in me!"

"Oh I don't know Jack, you may be gone for so long it might be hard to remember believing in you," Rapunzel perked up and smiled slyly at the smirking spirit, arms folding behind her.

"Well, I can still make it snow in your room, even while you're sleeping. Remember that fact." he winked at her blushing, and continued teasing further, "Hope to return with a kiss, something's got to be worth coming here."

Remembering the incident from earlier, Rapunzel's cheeks felt hotter and before she can shout at Jack for it, the laughing winter spirit had already flew off, but not before the whisper of the winds reached her ears, "Don't worry, I will be back."

She smiled, and glanced at Pascal, who was smirking at her teasingly as well.

"Pascal!" she reprimanded, feeling enough embarrassment for the day, putting the chameleon back on the table, "I don't need this from you! Now come on, we've got to do something for him."

At the chameleon's confused raised brow Rapunzel clarified, "Well, he made it snow and brought so much fun for me today. I say we return the favor."

Pascal tilted his head questioningly and Rapunzel groaned, taking a seat to the table, "Oh, I don't know how either. What's there that the spirit hasn't had before... that's it!"

Pascal jumped and squeaked in irritation at the outburst, Rapunzel looking down and grinning, a great idea in her mind, "Let's make cookies! I'm sure our friend Jack Frost has never had a taste of my recipes before, don't you think?"

Seeing as how Jack Frost has brought so much fun into Rapunzel today, Pascal nodded approvingly. The winter spirit didn't seem that bad, and had given the chameleon's best friend one of the best days she could ask for. It only seemed fair they return the favor. Of course when Jack returns, Pascal will keep a closer eye on him: to make sure the winter spirit doesn't try too close with Rapunzel as a thanks for the cookies.

"Come one then Pascal! Let's give Jack the best cookies anyone can ask for!" Rapunzel confidently. She picked up the chameleon with her palms, resting him on her shoulder and procceded to the kitchen. When-

"Rapunzel! Let down your hair!"

Her mother's voice caused said girl to look at the open window and groaned at the unexpected sound, glancing at Pascal and saying lowly, "Guess we'll have to wait." though she smiled anyway and went to the window, "Coming, mother!"

Pascal nodded and agreed with the girl. The cookies had to wait. The old walking crow will probably mistake the sugary treats for her. Well, Jack Frost will have to wait for the cookies. Truth be told, Jack Frost had only been here an hour and already Pascal liked the impish trouble-making spirit more than the old crow who had raised Rapunzel since birth. Oh well, maybe it's because Jack, even as a mischievous being, gave a good vibe more than the old croon currently climbing up Rapunzel's hair into the tower. Pascal jumped off the young girls shoulder and camouflaged against the window stone wall. As the old croon began greeting the young girl with teasing and asked her to sing, Pascal watched with bitterness and looked out the window, wondering what fate had in store now with Jack Frost being added into the future of Rapunzel's life.


This chapter has been edited a little to match with the slight changes of the first. Perhaps the same will apply to the other chapters after this one, perhaps not. Encountered a slight little problem with the first I had to deal with immediately. XD Anyway, hope you enjoyed the just like the last and continue on through with the story, and review if you ever have the time; all criticism welcome.