A/N:: Sorry it's been so long!! The muse has been avoiding me for some reason.... A HUGE thanks to my sissy, Hearts-Speaking-Words for helping me with this chapter.

~Destiny


Just as she was finding peace with her fate, excruciating pain ripped through her body. Instantly, she wished for Death to hurry up and take her away. The scream in her throat choked her, and her eyes widened as scenes or memories took the place of the darkness:

Carol Claus stared at Mother Nature. Her eyes were filled with a shock that was matched in Santa's eyes as well. Mrs. Claus stuttered, "Y-you want us to do what?"

Mother Nature smiled warmly, "Raise my daughter as your own. My household is not safe for her before she has transformed. As you know, Santa, my children- nature nymphs and fairies- have to live between eighteen to twenty years of human life before they mature. As a child of winter, Caycee is very rare. Jack Frost is the only one who has survived over a hundred years, but my colleague is not fit to raise a child. I believe that you are the only ones who can keep her safe."

"We'll do it." Santa smiled, "Caycee will be safe here."

"Thank you."

"…And he sang this horrible and cheesy rendition of "New York, New York" while making the elves do a tap dance!" Curtis shook his head, "It was a very dark time at the Pole. Jack Frost is not to be trusted."

A young Caycee snuggled into her festive bedding, her eyes drooping, "G'night, Curtis."

She dreamed horribly that night. Fire scorched her skin; wind tore at her hair, and angry voices were laughing cruelly at her. Jack Frost had been her savior. His cool touch scared them all away.

Caycee jerked awake and ran to Bernard. She dove into his bed, muttering something some nonsense about tap dancing. She didn't think about the lies she was weaving. Her mind was too busy deciding that Frost was the leader of the mean voices, and she became terrified of him.

Many more images were displayed, but they changed too quickly for Caycee to comprehend. The pictures faded as the pain grew exponentially. Her blood curdling scream tore from her throat and echoed throughout the darkness.


Jack gripped the reins harder as an earsplitting screech resounded in his mind. He almost yelled himself from the intensity of the sound, "What the hell was that?"

Bernard handed a gift to a waiting elf, "What was what? Is flying getting to you? We only have a couple countries left."

"It's not that…" He trailed, knowing that the head elf wouldn't believe him if he told about the noise. The strange thing was it had seemed oddly familiar, but he could not figure it out.

"Earth to Ice Man! Are you okay? I can have Snow Flake drive the sleigh if you want to get back to the Pole." Bernard raised an eyebrow.

The Prep and Landing area leader nodded brightly, "It will be an honor, but you must decide quickly. We have a schedule to keep."

He groaned as the noise returned. Without a second thought, Jack tossed the reins to Snow Flake, "Have fun." He then disappeared in a swirl of snow.

His mind whirled as he sped towards the North Pole. The sound only intensified as he got closer, and it was at that moment he knew who was making the sound and why. He had gone through it himself almost a millennia ago when he had been made by Mother Nature.


Caycee's back arched off the bed and the scream finally erupted from her throat. She screamed and screamed, the crippling pain flowing through every vein, ripping every pore, twisting her bone marrow. Tears flowed down from her eyes, slowly freezing on her cheeks before disappearing into smoke. The tips of her fingers turned a soft blue, along with the skin at her hairline. Her hair turned dark and silver began to lace its way elegantly through the soft strands. The blue stained down the back of her neck and outlined her arms, torso, and legs before it stained the tips of her toes. Her nails turned a vibrant silver and grew elegantly long. There was a burst of cold and then a wave of comfortable heat before the pain stopped, and she dropped back onto the bed. Shaking and falling instantly into a fitful nightmare. Snowflakes danced in her eyelashes and in her hair, frozen permanently like glitter upon contact, as a man appeared by her bed, glaring at his mother and holding her hand.

Frost snarled at Mother Nature, "You should have told me! I should have been here to help her! You caused her unnecessary pain."

"There was no choice. She had to complete her transformation, otherwise she would have died. I had to act while I still had time."

Caycee stirred, but remained unconscious. Jack watched her worriedly and sighed, "Another winter nymph… That would make her my sister." His face changed from shock to disgust in a matter of seconds from his revelation, "Frostbite!"

Mother Nature stifled a chuckle, "Yes and no. Caycee is your sister by birth, but the laws of humans do not apply to us. Genetically, she is as related to you as an ape. Only the winter gene is the same."

"Now that is confusing… and slightly revolting." Caycee's voice interrupted their conversation, "So anyone want to start at the beginning and explain what the hell is going on here?"