This is just utter bollocks, but I haven't given you anything in like, weeks, so I though I should bash something out. Jack centric, yay!

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Encroach, v
- to advance beyond proper, established or usual limits

Jack had loved her for... well, for a year or so. Now at seventeen, he watched as she romped through the snow, her breath catching in her throat before it fogged into the air around her, cheeks flushed, blue eyes wide and full of delight. There was something so wonderfully innocent about the girl whose name he did not know nor cared to find out.

Names would only make it harder to let go, he'd realised.

She had fiery red hair, falling in soft curls from beneath her knitted bobby hat that probably only just kept her ears warm. She wore a wool coat, beige, and a scarf she'd made herself that was easily over ten... fifteen feet long and a rainbow of colours. She loved Doctor Who.

For the past two years, when he'd watch her truly enjoy his work and run outside to have fun, he'd fallen for her bit by bit until one day he felt his heart stop when he saw her, and something in him just knew. He just knew he loved her.

But he'd never come from further than what he might class as a safe distance to her. Twenty feet maybe, always under the cover of trees, shadows, something. But today he found his feet walking forward as she flung herself down into a cushioned snow drift and went to make snow angels, approaching as she moved her arms up and down by her side, her legs pushing apart then coming together again.

It was nice to hear her laugh properly, it was quieter from a distance and he quite liked standing beside her as her lips parted and that musical giggle poured out. Her cheeks looked rosier, curls stuck to her sweaty forehead. She stopped moving for a second, before closing her eyes and exhaling slowly out of her mouth, as if blowing smoke.

"I'm a dragon," she whispered to no one – he thought – but when he chuckled, she grinned proudly. "You liked that one?"

At this Jack tumbled backwards, landing on his arse in the snow.

"You- you can see-"

"See you? Yes. Hear you? Of course. Noticed you've been following me on and off for about two years? Most definitely."

"Ah-ah," he choked as full, coherent words were unable to form in his mouth.

"I can only assume you're like, Jack Frost or someone. I mean, I've seen you fly, and my mother used to tell me stories about you. But you were always older in her stories. Do you look different to different people?"

"No," he answered, his mind boggled as she reeled off question after question.

"Oh... maybe she never saw you then. Stories can just be stories, ya know?"

"Yeah," he agreed, when suddenly he felt her hands grab his, and she was heaving him up onto his feet, looking up at him curiously.

"So what're you doing tailing me anyway? Get bored?"

"No, it's nothing like that-" he started, but he was more concerned with other matters. The fact that she was able to see him crossed his mind. He entertained the thought that she believed in him. But he was more focused on the fact that she was still holding his hands. "I just like... like seeing you... enjoy the snow."

A cover up. A weak one, but it was all he could think of, and he was severely disappointed with himself. She saw through it too, her red lips curling up slightly in the corner as she grinned coyly at him.

"I do like the snow," she chuckled, before leading him away, still chatting to him.

And as the pair of new friends sat beneath a large oak tree with frost making the leaves glitter and shine, it dawned on Jack that this was the furthest he'd ever come so suddenly with any one person. Sitting so close his toes were nudged up alongside her Winter boots, and their fingers still brushed as they sat side by side. Their fogged breath mingled in the cold air as they shared stories of their favourite Winter days, as the sky they shared above them darkened and turned into a blanket of stars. This was so far past his 'safe distance', but he felt no danger at the proximity. It was comfortable, cosy, more safe here than alone in the shadows of trees.

This was so far past anything he'd expected, yet Jack Frost was glad his feet had a mind of their own, or else his nameless girl would not be smiling at him now.