I lay myself down on my bed, worn out from eating too many pancakes. (God I love those things.) I turn my head towards the window and watch how the snow slowly starts to fall.
A small layer of frost is visible on my window and I can't help but crawl towards it. I test if it is possible for me to draw on it. I let my finger glide over the surface of the window and slowly, curly patterns appear where my finger passed.
I only get to admire my work for a few minutes before it disappears, a new layer of frost covering my drawing.
I smile and turn to get ready for bed. Not realizing that a boy just sat right in front of me. Looking at me as I traced my finger through his recent creation.

"Dad?" I jell from the hall, running towards the living room, where my fathers sits and reads the newspaper.
"Hmmm?" he mumbles and looks up.

Does this orange pettiskirt go with my leather jacket?"
"Sure, but does it go with that bright pink hair of yours?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes" I say without any doubt. "Well, i'm out. See you later bossman!"
"Stop!" my father jells from the couch.

He slowly taps his cheek.
"Woops, sorry, almost forgot."
I run up to him and quickly place a kiss on his cheek. "Love you daddy"
"Love you too pipsqueak."

I slowly start walking toward the park where me and the kids played yesterday. Jamie and Sophie are already sledding there, their mom standing a bit further away. Waving a woolen hat.
"Jamie, you come here now!"
He quickly jumps off the sled.
"How many times have I told you, you don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose."
"Jack Frost?" I frown.

"It's just an expression." Jamie's mother says.

"Mom, that's not nice. Jack doesn't like it when you say he's only an expression."
"Bad Mommy" Sophie jells from afar.

"Well, i'll be inside if you need me." Their mother sighs. " Will you watch over them for a while Marie?"

"No problem" I smile.

"Yeah, Marie."
I didn't notice Sophie running towards me and I feel myself being pushed down into the snow. We both lie there for a while, giggling.
"So, who's this Jack Frost person?" I curiously ask Jamie. Brushing the snow off my pettiskirt.

"Oh, he's great Marie. You'd really like him!" Jamie says excitedly. "He's the one who creates the cold and the frost and the snow and stuff. But, you can only see him if you believe in him. Like Santa and the other Guardians!"

"Bunny!" Sophie jells.

"Yeah, the easter bunny too Sophie" Jamie says.

"Guardians?" I frown, getting more confused by the minute.

"Yeah, you know. Santa Clause, The tooth fairy, Sandman, The easter bunny and Jack Frost. They're all Guardians of the children. And the people who believe in them and stuff. You believe in them, don't you?" Jamie asks me, staring at me in anticipation.

That night I lay on my bed, feeling bad about lying to Jamie.
"Of course I believe" I hear my own voice echoing in my head. I haven't believed in them for so long, but my father still thinks I do. I try to keep him happy by always writing a letter to Santa, gathering easter eggs and telling him about great dreams the sandman brought me that night. But I haven't believed since I was eight. My mother read me stories back then. About Santa, the easter bunny and many other beings from fantastical stories. And for a long time, I believed in them. Until she got sick. She didn't have time to read the stories to me anymore. My dad tried to tell them, but I would always ask for Mom to read them. Then, her illness got worse, and she had to stay in the hospital. That christmas, all I asked was for my mom to get better. She never did...

I know i only began this story today, but i just couldn't help but continue typing.

My first chapters lay-out was less good, because i forgot to edit it. Plus, i didn't add a little extra author's note :/
Anyway...

In the first chapter, when Marie is walking with her headphones on, i like to imagine her listening to Paperman by Christopher Beck. (She starts running at about 3:44 into the song)
In chapter 2, you get to know a bit more about her backstory. And to all those crazy Jack Frost lovers like me...don't worry. She will see him and talk to him soon.

(P.S: thanks for following. And don't forget to review. Seriously, every time i open my e-mail and discover somebody reviewed or followed this, i act like a five year old on Christmas.)