He Came with the First Snow

Chapter Four

Say Hello to Winter

Evelyn stood flabbergasted behind her chair, staring down at the boy who had fallen to the ground, not only because of the act itself but because he was like no one she had ever seen before. His skin was looked as smooth and soft as cream with tiny patches of pink arising to dust across his nose and ears as if he had been exposed to the cold for to long, his lips were soft pink tinged with blue along the edges, his hair seemed to defy gravity the way it stayed in place even as he laid on the ground and was the same exact color as moon beams on snow the most pure form of white there was. And then there were the clothes he wore that would make him feel welcome in a winter medieval fair with deer skin pants that were just a few inches to short tied down to his calf's with leather cord, a simple white button up shirt with a vest that matched his pants and then a cape made of a darker brown that was frayed at edge from years of wear and tear. Then there were his eyes, although she couldn't see him now she knew that if he opened them she would be greeted with the color of a crisp winter sky with hints of a lighter blue almost silver color that spread out from his iris and appeared to take on the pattern of a snowflake.

Still as much as she was captivated by his appearance, and as much as she was questioning where in the world he came from, she couldn't just let him lay there on her front porch in the freezing cold. So she gingerly took a few steps towards him, afraid he may wake up, and after a lot of coaxing herself she bent down and slung his arm around her shoulder and hoisted him up. While he was a lot lighter then she expected he was still dead weight and not the easiest person to carry, his snoring in her ear and her trying to kick along his staph didn't help the situation much either. She didn't know why she didn't just leave the piece of wood behind but it was just her gut instinct to keep it with him and she didn't often judge her weird instincts since they never steered her wrong in the past.

After a lot of struggling and groaning Evelyn finally managed to make it back into her house, rolling the boy onto her couch as softly as she could manage, and collapsed onto the floor beside him with a heavy sigh hanging her head and rolling her shoulders. Boy was she not use to carrying anything larger then her laundry basket upstairs so a full human, if thats what he was though her heart was pounding at the thought that maybe he could in some impossible reality be something more, did a bit of a number on her upper back. After taking a few moments to rest her burning muscles Evelyn turned her head to look at him running her fingers through her hair and looking at him a bit puzzled, what was she suppose to do now? She didn't want to call an ambulance, he didn't seem horribly hurt, but she wanted to make the whole falling thing up to him as well since it seemed it had been his fault.

So with nothing better in mind she draped her favorite blanket, a soft micro fiber one with a pattern of penguins and hearts, over him to fight off the small chill in the room and gently ran a hand down his cheek before leaving to the kitchen to make something to warm him up. She wasn't exactly the best of cook but she felt she could at least pull of a decent tomato soup and grilled cheese with ease, since it was her favorite meal and she made it for herself often. Having so much experience making it she had the meal ready in no time and set up the food as well as a glass of milk on a tray and walked back out to the living room humming the song she had been singing earlier when the boy had first appeared. Now that she thought about it his appearance had been rather odd seeing as he looked very close to how she would imagine Jack Frost to look …

She shook that thought quickly from her head though, as much as she liked to believe in her childhood fairy tales she knew that they couldn't possibly be real, right? Forcing herself to focus she set the tray down on the end table near his head and knelt down next to him once more, gulping as she reached out a hand to gently touch his shoulder. She softly shook him saying in as calm as a voice as she could muster "Its time to wake up sleepy head, its getting late." At first there was no response other then a few more snores and a bit of grumbling, but with a bit more prodding and gentle words he finally did come to holding a hand to his head groaning.

"Whoa crazy dream their Sandy but nice, it was nice. As always, hey wait this isn't outside." he muttered blinking as he realized that he was, indeed, not outside and in a strange unknown home. He then looked down at the blanket with astonished expression, looking as if he thought the very idea of covering up with one was ridiculous, but he soon broke out into an impish grin as he stroked the fabric almost fondly. Then at long last his glacial gaze fell to her, eyes going wide nearly stumbling over the back of the couch as he tried to back away. He then quickly looked around until his restless eyes fell to his arm and without warning he gave himself a large pinch, letting out a small yelp in the process.

"H-hey stop that! I feel bad enough you knocked yourself out don't hurt yourself anymore." Evelyn exclaimed standing up and grabbing his arm and giving him a small pout, silently telling him he better not even try to do something like that again. A few lingering moments later though she drew her arm back, bringing her hand to her chest and blinking rapidly. When she had first brought him in she had thought that his frosty touch was due to the fact they had been outside but after spending an hour or two inside he should have been warm, but he wasn't. It touch was still as cold as ice. "You're freezing." she stated stupidly, almost sounding like she was accusing him but in reality she was simply curious.

The man though seemed to ignore her comments, rude or other wise, and was now jumping around the room like a child who had just been told they were going to Disney world, screaming "You can see me, you can see me, you can see me!" putting different inflictions on the words as if he was trying to find just the right way to say it to make it completely and undeniably true. While most people would have found it weird, if not a bit frightening, to see someone jumping around their living room excited that someone could see them but for some reason that pure delight on his face just made Evelyn smile right along with him.

When finally he did settle down, seeming a bit out of breath, with a huge grin revealing perfectly dazzling teeth set onto his features Evelyn finally managed to ask with amusement both in her voice and eyes "Who are you?" and he gave a plain but certainly magical answer.

"I'm Jack Frost."

AN: Yes I will probably be ending a lot of chapters with cliff hangers lol but well it keeps you coming back for more right? … So yes hello my lovely little readers welcome back to my most humble of stories and I hope I made you all very happy with this cute little moment with our favorite child like spirit of winter~ I also want to thank those of you who have been reviewing and being so super nice to me. You guys are great and reading your reviews brightens up my day and motivates me to continue to write and keep myself on track. Well I don't really have much to say about this chapter, I think it was alright if not a bit dragged on at a few parts, but if you see something I can approve on please feel free to point it out so I can correct myself next chapter. Until then merry meet, merry part and merry meet again!