Hanging her head to the side lazily, Christine closed her eyes and did her best to suppress a yawn. After the exciting trip back to Neil and Laura's house from the North Pole, to which Christine was still reeling about the fact that the reindeer could actually fly a sleigh, she was exhausted. And that was putting it lightly. It wasn't even dinner time yet at the house, and all she could think about was sleep.

"Go take a nap, if you're so tired." Neil suggested, watching her lean her head against her arm on the tabletop.

"Nah, I'm fine." Her voice was slightly muffled by the large yawn she let out. Embarrassed from the involuntary act, she placed a hand over her mouth. "Maybe you're right. I'll go." Her eyelids were way too heavy for the moment. "Wake me for dinner."

With that, she stood from her seat and sluggishly walked up the stairs, towards the guest room. It was only a few days ago that she was last in this room, but out of her habit of keeping things nice and clean, it almost looked as if it had gone undisturbed all together. Not even bothering to change out of her jeans and olive hoodie, she curled up on top of the soft grey bedsheets and closed her eyes. Within seconds, she was asleep.

It was the North Pole, where she found herself. The fresh snow crunched beneath her brown boots as she walked towards the trees. These were the same trees she stood before when she spoke to Mother Nature. Just like then, it was a picture perfect moment. The snowflakes slowly decended from the sky towards her, the sun shone and caused the sky to change to a pallet of pastel colours. Christine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh, wintry air. She could barely even feel the chill of the cold due to her thick coat, but her nose and cheeks could. It didn't really bother her that much, and she welcomed the feeling as it comforted her.

Stirring in her sleep, Christine slowly opened her eyes. It was about an hour and a half since she fell asleep, and she was disturbed by a nearby sound. A nearby voice.

"Chrissy, it's time for dinner." Lucy smiled in the doorway, coaxing her older cousin to get up and join them to eat.

"I'll be down in a moment." Christine smiled at her before she walked away. With a stretch, Christine stood up from the guest bed. A cold draft entered the room, and she hurriedly turned her head from side to side to look for it. It was then she noticed her window was cracked open, just barely an inch. And then she walked over and closed the framed glass panel.

All she could think about was Jack Frost. He had entered her room through an open window on Christmas up at the North Pole. In a sense, she missed him. He has done terrible things, but he is trying to make up for them. As much as she could tell. And when she spoke to him, he actually seemed to listen to her. She no doubt listened to him. He was fascinating, to her. But perhaps that was her professional side, how she always wants to learn about everything. Everything of the strange and magical. And since finding out that magic was real, in every sense of the word, she was drawn to it almost immediately. After recovering from the spell Jack cast on her, she wanted to learn more. She couldn't stop thinking.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely realized she sat at the dinner table with everyone, eating the meal that Neil and Laura cooked together. Everyone spoke, but their voices were distant in her mind.

With a strange chill running up and down her spine, she considered the fact that maybe this spell that she was recovering from had permanently changed her.

There were still so many questions, and she needed them answered or else they would nag her to distraction, like they were now.

"You barely touched your food, Christine. Are you all right?" Laura asked warily, causing Christine to look up from her plate and smile.

"Yeah, I've just been thinking a lot. Don't worry about me."

She was in a daze for the rest of the night. Thinking about her dream. Because thinking about the dream made her think about the North Pole. And thinking about the North Pole made her think of Jack Frost.

Sure, he was manipulating everyone around him into getting his way, to become Santa Claus, at the expense of their suffering. It may have been her imagination, but she and him had some sort of connection. Maybe it was just her overreacting. It didn't change the fact that something inside of her felt strange when she thought of him. A good strange.

At first, she was wary of him. Because she was unsure of him, as she was with everyone she meets for the first time. But how he spoke to her convinced her to trust him, he seemed funny, nice even. Unfortunately, it was just a front for his trickster personality. And then there was the fact that he changed who she was, in the form of magic. A combination of Cupid's emotional magic and Jack's ice magic. She was still quite a bit mad about that. He played her like a violin. Christine didn't appreciate that.

However, after he was thawed, he changed. Saved her life. She was indebted to him for that. And Jack seemed to be sincerely apologetic about that before she left.

Jack Frost was the only person that intrigued her this much, to plague her thoughts with him. He's a different person than he was before, and she can't help but learn about him in the past as well as the future.

Maybe, just maybe, she could spend a little more time with her uncle and his family. Maybe, she could learn a little bit more about Scott, and the Legendary Council. As long as it leads her to seeing, talking to Jack Frost again.

Just a couple of hours after dinner, she couldn't find it in herself to fall asleep. And so, after reading a bit more to Lucy before she went to sleep, she sat on her bed, holding her new journal in her hands.

The whole point of this leather bound beauty was so that she could keep her thoughts and research in it. For her future career, whatever that may be. She has always wanted to be some kind of historian, maybe even work in a museum for a time. But now her interests are changing, even if it's the slightest bit.

Magic is real! That thought is still reeling in her mind. Christine had always wished it were real, in the more fictional sense of the word, not the spiritual that is well known throughout the world today. But of course, she must keep everything secret, on lock down in her head. It was just, after reading about magic and all forms of it within the novels of her childhood, she couldn't help but feel excited. Like she was a kid again. She wanted to scream it out to the world, if it would release the ball of giddiness bouncing within her chest.

She thought about how she grew up, believing in magic when all things seemed dark in her past. And how she came to find that everything she dreamed of was true. Many years after she stopped believing, became an adult but had not grown out of the fantasies. It was true.

"It's all true..." Christine smiled to herself.

And so, as she stared at the dark brown leather cover in her hands, she decided what she was going to store in these pages.

Her own story.

For now, for a little while, this will be it. I do have an idea for a few things to put into this story. Like, I had an idea about the alternate timeline, and maybe just a sequel to this. I'm not positive yet.

I've just been so busy this past week of course because of the Holiday's, and it took me forever to figure out where to bring this story. And there's also the fact that my interests tend to shift very easily, but I will try to finish this before starting anything else.

So, it will be a while before the next chapter. Jack will be back soon, I swear!

Thank you for all the reviews and follows. I appreciate them. Immensely.

This is AJ, signing out!