I tend to be a very thoughtful person. My mind will refuse me sleep at times, and I have to go to somewhere I can think. It is one of the things I always try to find when I settle down somewhere. When I would stay at the cabin, I would head out to the lake to think about things. Even if it was the night time, I would go to ponder until I could hardly keep my eyes open.

My mind was a flurry by the time I got back. Thoughts of seemingly everything were flying up in my face and demanding I pay them attention. But there were too many. Even getting the logs in place for the fire was done with my mind elsewhere, to the point that I almost dropped a log on my foot.

Thought time.

As I exited the cabin to go to the lake, I was still in my mind flurry. Thinking was like trying to see the turn in a road during a blizzard. None of it was clear whatsoever, but I knew that I had to keep going. This would pass if I gave it time.

By the time I got to the lake, I had managed to focus in on one topic in general. My total lack of a spine when it came to groups. They always pushed me this way and that. Normally I didn't get the wind knocked out of me, but each time I felt like a sheep.

I looked out over the surface, trying to calm myself down. From the last time I visited it, the lake had frozen over. A fine powder of snow covered it, making it almost look like a continuation of the solid ground. When touched, it groaned ever so slightly.

I exhaled, watching the smokey cloud escape from me. It danced in the wind, going straight then turning sharply one way then the next. Another thing I loved about winter, you could be a dragon.

I began to puff out clouds like nobody's business. One after the other, I watched the clouds roll up and around. After awhile, I began to make soft roars as I puffed them out.

My mind was clear after this. The dreamy hush had fallen over everything. Even the clouds had parted, letting the stars reach through and paint things with light. The moon glowed, boasting its spot as the brightest. There wasn't even the sound of snow falling. Total silence.

I sighed, feeling at peace with just about everything at that point. After that, I hardly even dared breathe too loudly. The silence was so whole and perfect.

"I believe you owe me a song."

Believe it or not, I do not have any grace. Normally I would lay claim to some, but in this case I do have to admit that there was absolutely none of it in my system. This is why, although I did almost anything involving winter, I never ice skated.

I jumped in shock, stepping forward and away from the source. I didn't even care if I was messing up an otherwise flawless sheet of snow. "Who are you?" I practically screamed, turning around to see them.

It was the boy from town. Same hoodie, pants, lack of shoes and staff. Only now I could get a really good look at him. Perfect features, stunningly blue eyes and the most annoyingly attractive grin. His voice was resonant and carried, although the snow had a tendency to dampen everything.

"So you can see me?"

My mouth opened and closed a few times. "Of course I can see you."

His grin went from mischievous to joyful. "Good. As I was saying, I believe you owe me a song."

"I believe you owe me your name," I retorted.

"Well, I don't know your name either, so we can trade names and then you can sing me a song." He twirled his staff and rested it on his shoulder, one hand in his hoodie pocket. "Shall we get introductions out of the way?"

"I suppose that would be a good start, yes. But first tell me why you are here." I eyed him suspiciously. He didn't seem to mind.

"Oh I spend most of my time out here. My home is right around here."

I took another step back from him. "The only home near here is my uncle's cabin. Which is mine now."

He chuckled. "It's a little different from what you are thinking."

I tried to stand straight. Hopefully I could look confident enough to make him have doubts about any plans he might have. There was no way I was going to get attacked or something by some freak.

"You were the boy in town. When I crashed, you didn't even bother to help me," I stated. "Do the people in town know who you are?"

He raised his eye brows. "You could see me in town, too?"

"Of course I could. You were standing out in the open." I scoffed. "Stop acting like you are surprised at this."

He grinned with a bigger satisfaction. "You could see me in town. That's great. And to answer your question, a few people in town know me. Most people can't see me."

"I can see you as plain as day."

"Well you are not most people, are you? And I would love to know your name if that is alright." He took his hand out of his pocket and dared a step forward.

I took three steps back.

We stood there for a few seconds. He looked pretty hurt that I did not want to shake his hand, but I had my reasons to not let him anywhere near me.

"Look, I am sorry for scaring you." His arm drooped slightly. "I just wanted to say hello and get your name."

I swallowed. The intention was nice enough. Maybe there was a slim chance he was not a creeper.

He tried again, taking two steps forward to try and narrow the distance between us. There was something in the way that he did it which made me nervous.

I took four steps back again, and soon found out what he was trying to do.

snap

Both of us paused, paralyzed. I took my eyes from him and looked at my left foot. Unknowingly, I had gone onto the ice in my flight. It was too thin and breaking under my weight.

"Shit," I said. It was all I could manage to think of, which really showed a lot for my character.

He didn't mind my language at that point. "I didn't want to say anything, but you are on really thin ice right now."

I shot him a glare to find that he was being dead serious. His face was fixed with determination and his staff in his hand.

"Alright, here is the plan." He tried to sound comforting and in control. Another loud CRACK rang out to break the horrified silence. "I am going to use this to pull you to safety. But you have to trust me on this. Now, do you trust me?"

My mouth was dry. Everything had so quickly changed that I had no time to comprehend the moments, and I had to time to think them over. I would have to go from running from this stranger to trusting my life into his hands.

"I said, do you trust me?"

I looked up at him. My eyes must have been full of fear. "I suppose so..." I whimpered. Another crack.

He nodded. "We have to be careful with this. I'll pull you in the second I can, and you can close your eyes if you like. Meanwhile, lets exchange names. My name is Jack Frost."

Jack Frost. This guy had to be kidding. I had no other options but to go with him. His attempt at this point were to get me to relax.

"Nice to meet you, Jack." Another deafening crack. Looking down, I could see the ice webbed with small fissures. The number only grew with each second, loud snaps coming forth when a large one simply appeared from nowhere.

I felt something near my waist. The staff. It bumped me ever so gently, hugging the small of my back with the arch.

"Close your eyes, and be ready," he stated. His jaw was locked. "What is your name?"

I clamped my eyes shut, my hands covering my face. "My name is Su-"

My name was cut short with the sharp pull of his staff. I flew forward and lost my balance, tumbling into the embrace of cold. It was not the water, though. That was all that mattered to me at that point in time.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your full name." Jack said from under something. Oh wait, that was me.

I froze, knowing I should probably be getting up and away from my position. We weren't in any tangled mass that was too vulgar, but it was still horribly humiliating.

"My name is Summer James."

Author's Note: Ha! There we go! We meet Jack, we get her name, and we get a really good set up for future events! Please review, recommend to other readers and wait for later chapters (as I will need to stop procrastinating and not fail my classes).