A/N: The rather sudden amount of reviews with advice for how I should continue made me want to write some on this! The point of views go Jack-Merida-Jack. I need to come up with a way to distinguish them ... Say, in the interest of plot ideas, how would you guys react if Merida had short hair at some point?
Oh, also in my mind this is before Jack is a guardian, and he has some weird time-travel-like ability (he's technically born about 800 years after Merida. Probably more).

You'd think after a few years of drifting around and causing mayhem, one would get bored of it. Instead, I found it getting more fun.

At this time, I was in the land of the four clans, off in the far west. Everything was green and healthy, and I was really wishing that summer wasn't sticking around so long. By now, I should be allowed to make as much ice as I want. Everything is so boring when there's no snow.

I'd been drifting around above some forest. In the distance on a hill, not too far from the ocean, there was a stone castle. I'd lazed around on some breezes, feeling the promising chill of autumn and then winter in them.

Making a few ice shapes in front of me, I looked down and noticed something moving. It was quick, and fairly large. For the most part it looked dark, but there was something colourful about it, seeing as there was a mass of bright red.

I swooped down lower in curiousity. It was a large black horse, with a female rider. I flew beside her, keeping easy pace as she galloped her horse into the woods. She looked happy, grinning, her pale blue eyes shining. She had freckles and a wild mass of curly, bright red hair. A bow was on her back, and a quiver with arrows hung from her waist.

She looked like the type of person who could have fun.

I watched her. From a distance, mind you, just in case she could see me. I wouldn't want to scare off a person who could actually see me! Hopefully.

She closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy things for a moment. A few strides later she sat up and opened her eyes, a sort of determined look on her face. She pulled off her bow and nocked an arrow. Even though there was no way she could see me through the tree (or see me any other time, for that matter) I still banked lower, anxious to get out of the way of a loaded weapon.

I wonder if they could hurt me. She fired the arrow at a target above my head. I paused in my flight to look at it. "Whoa," I muttered. "You're a good shot." She was a fair way down the path now. "Hey, wait up!" I readjusted my grip on my staff and soared after her.

It was hard to tell if I should be cautious around this girl or not as I trailed her galloping shoot. She cleared fences easily and fired arrows that never missed. Although there was the fierce look in her eyes there was also a lot of fun and mischief.

She seemed to be coming up to the end of her course. Grinning, I thought, let's see how much fun you really are. I put on a burst of speed and passed her, going up by some lengths to the far side of a jump. I alighted in a tree and waved my hand, creating a few spiraling designs of frost on the path. I hoped the enchantment would work.

I looked back and watched as she released an arrow at a tree knot full of them the moment her horse left the ground. The arrow still flew and true and she remained on. Impressive. She looked back, laughed, and let out a whoop of delight.

Her horse noticed my frost designs. Immediately he screamed, rearing and then bucking. The girl went flying off. I winced. Oops, didn't mean for that to happen. I guess the beast picked up on my magic.

The girl sat up and glared at the horse. "Angus!" she exclaimed indignantly, her horse still prancing around. She had a Scottish accent, one that was sweet and smooth. She brushed back a bright curl and got to her feet, taking a step towards her horse.

When the frost crunched, she froze and looked down, her eyes widening. She crouched down and touched it, frowning. No, no, no, she's supposed to pass over the frost for the enchantment to work!

"Well, at least you had a good reason for throwing me," she said to her horse. She pushed herself to her feet and walked over the horse, calming it despite the fact it gave my ice designs the eye.

I frowned. I'd been hoping to try this enchantment on her. The girl seemed like the perfect test run. Well, that failed, I thought, unless . . . I hoped neither the girl nor the horse would notice as I raised my hand and sent the frost creeping forward. If I could get it to circle her . . .

The girl's eyes widen and she tensed. She'd been watching it. "Magic," she breathed. She swung up on to her horse and galloped off back the way she had come.

"Oh come on!" I grumbled, rising up from the tree and following her. I let the frost trail below me. At least a chase could be fun, as long as she doesn't panic.

Her horse was racing fast, and she glanced back so often I was glad I was above her line of sight. I was laughing quietly and flying after her. She suddenly caught sight of something else and pulled her horse off the road. I frowned and veered after her. What the heck? I let the frost continue to come.

She was riding up rocky ground now, and I slowed myself accordingly. I didn't want to freeze her, after all. The girl was urging her horse faster. I wondered where she was going and quickly rose above the canopy.

When I saw where she was going, I was really shocked and confused. She was heading to the standing stones ring that just so happened to be my current residence. One could hardly blame me – it was out of the way, so I could cover it in ice all I wanted, and the place was originally meant for contacting the moon. It was a good a place as any, if I were to ever get answers.

I ducked back under the trees. She crested the rise and tore off down a stretch of smooth ground, heading right to the standing stones.

"No, no, no," I muttered. I swept to the ground and slid along the ice after her. Her horse stopped dead, throwing her forward to his neck. I quickly drifted to the side, behind her horse and out of her line of sight as she dismounted, wide eyed.

I watched her as she glanced at my frost trail. She gave it a distrustful look and walked towards the circle, just stepping inside. She noticed the ice covering the ground inside. She let out a gasp and moved backwards, her feet slipping.

She went sprawling forward, sliding on her back. She flailed about, trying to get up only to spin around even more ridiculously. I laughed out loud. I leaned on my staff and laughed, watching as she went on wildly out of control. She yelled out for help. A moment later she slid up a slight slope of the back of her head made an audible crack.

The girl's body went limp, and slowed to a stop. I stopped laughing and drifted over to stand next to her. I poked her with the butt end of my staff. She didn't move. I gave a dry smile. "Oops." I floated up to sit on top of a standing stone. "Guess I'll just have to wait until you wake up."

I was freezing cold. I was damp in odd places against my skin and my head throbbed. My hands slipped multiple times as I tried to sit up, and it was dizzying to blink my eyes open. The moments before being knocked unconscious trickled back to me. I felt a moment of panic; if this was some magic user . . .

"Hey, you're awake!" A boy's voice with a strange lilt made me jump and look around wildly. "That means the other immortals can't add 'ending a life' to my list of crimes," the voice continued, chuckling. "That'd be a pretty lame addition."

Finally my vision righted and I looked up towards the voice. There was a boy about my age sitting on top of on the stones. A tall wooden with a half-circle curl end was resting in his hand. His hair was white, his skin almost as pale, and his eyes a blue lighter than mine. He was barefoot – which I could tell because one leg dangled down – and in beat up brown clothing that made me think of foreigners.

I stared at him, trying to not gap. "Just who are you?" I asked, my voice thin. My breath clouded.

It was his turn to jump and stare. His eyes went wide. "You can see me?" he breathed. "You . . . you can actually see me?"

I nodded and made a face, eyeing him oddly. "'Course I can."

He stared for a moment, then let out a whoop of joy, and the next thing I knew was flying backwards in a circle. He touched down and stood there yelling, "Someone can see me!"

I was too shocked by the flying this. "You – you can fly!" I screeched, emphasizing with my hands.

He drew himself up importantly. "Well, of course I can. Pretty awesome, right?"

I scrambled to my feet, sliding and gripping the stone behind me for support. "How – how can you fly?" I demanded. "What are ya? Some witch's experiment? A sorcerer?"

The boy gave me a puzzled look. "Uh, none of the above? As far as I know, it's from the moon."

"The moon," I said flatly. For a moment I didn't know what to say. I took a deep breath. "Who – who are you?"

The happy look melted off the boy's face. "Wait . . . you don't know?" I stared in horror as he drifted down to stand in front of me on the ice. "That – you're only supposed to see me if you believe in me."

"Well, I'm seein' but I ain't sure if I'm believing this," I said. "Now who are you? And why are these stones covered in – in ice?"

A good deal less joyful the boy said, "Well, they're covered 'cause I froze them. I control ice and snow – and good times, too, I guess. Name's Jack Frost."

I frowned and raised an eyebrow. "What sort of a name is 'Jack Frost'?" The name was odd on my tongue.

"Dunno, it's just was the moon told me," he replied. "So can I have your name."

I lifted my chin a notch. "Merida. Merida of the Dun'Broach clan, princess of the four clans."

"Princess?" He lifted his eyebrows. "Well, that'd explain the castle I saw. You don't strike me as much of a princess type, though."

"What's it to ya?" I snapped. "You're – you're just some magic thing livin' in the stones who apparently had nothin' better to do than follow me, 'cause I'm willing to bet you made that – the ice – frost – follow me!"

He grinned. "Didn't I say good times? It's not my fault I didn't get to try that enchantment on you."

"Enchantment!" I exclaimed indignantly. "Ach, you are something vile!" Angrily – and rather scared about being turned into a, toad, or something – I pushed myself away from the rock and towards the edge of the circle. My arms splayed for balance I wobbled and slid forward. I heard a slight movement and suddenly the ice was gone in front of me. I stumbled.

I looked over at that Jack Frost, annoyed. He didn't really appear to care, leaning on his staff.

"You know, you could have asked for that," he said. "I may not care about rules, but I do have a heart – even if it is half frozen."

For a moment I stared at him. "I don't know what you are," I said quietly. "But I don't want anything thing ta do with ya!" He looked a bit offended but without further ado I swung up onto Angus (who was rather nervous) and reined him around, swiftly kicking him up.

I galloped back to the castle as fast as Angus could take me. When I pulled him to a halt in the courtyard and dismounted I realized my heart was hammering, and not in the way it does when one is tired. I lead Angus to his stall, quickly tidying up to let him have a well deserved rest. I'd worked him hard.

I wandered down to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling. The pie trays were either missing or empty (obviously stolen by the boys). Maudie shooed me out for getting in the way of dinner, so I snagged an apple and went off to find something to do. I wanted to get my mind off what had happened.

Passing through the great hall to the upper halls, I found my da and the triplets romping about. The triplets were giving my da a good run for it. I laughed and tossed my apple core aside and joined in, yelling as loudly as any of them.

Merida. The name of the first person who could see me. And a princess, no less. A princess who could shoot and ride a horse and see me. But she didn't like me. I didn't know if it was fear, or confusion, or if she was pushing away her interest in a mysterious, immortal boy who is quite clever and fun.

I shook my head. Definitely wasn't the last one. She didn't like me. She didn't trust me. But she could see me. I liked her seeing me. I didn't want her to just vanish from my life. She was fun, brave, and she seemed pretty damn smart. I couldn't let her just vanish.

I rose out of the standing stones and over top of the forest. Luckily the castle was on the top of a hill. I soared over to it. It was a hubbub of people who couldn't see me. Except for one. You don't get rid of me that easily, Red.

A/N: I feel like every time Jack sees a person having fun without his 'help' he wonders if they can see them. So what do you think? Let me know if reviews, favs, and alerts! Reviews get you better (and probably faster) stories!