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Miss Lib93 : Ohhh, don't get me started on Frozen! I hate it. It was such a mediocre movie full of plotholes and everyone treats it as if it's the only decent animated movie in history. I seriously don't understand why everyone worships Elsa for being so awesome, heck, all she did in the whole movie was hiding, running away, refusing to even TRY making up for what she did wrong and being angsty. Oh how impressive. And I hate it that everyone connects her with snow, winter and ice now, gheez, Jack Frost is the Spirit of Winter, not that icy emo-Barbie. I could rant on and on so I better stop now. :P

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„Hey Jamie, what's up?" Jack asked when he jumped through the window and gracefully landed on the wooden floor.

The by now 16-year-old boy had gotten used to spontaneous visits from his best friend long ago, so the sudden appearance didn't surprise him anymore.

„Hey Jack." he greeted back while he was sorting some papers which lay scattered on his desk.

„Our history teacher gave us this assignment that's gonna keep me busy all weekend. Nice of him, huh?"

The sarcasm didn't escape the winter spirit and he leaned his back against the wall, letting out a sympathetic sigh as he watched his first believer digging his way through the piles of papers,

several ancient-looking books, notepads and pens. Frankly speaking, his workplace was a mess. No wonder his frustration level increased the longer he tried to find a particular piece of paper.

„So I guess you'll be a good little student for the next days and not have time for hanging out?"

It was more a statement than a question, but Jamie sent him an apologetic and slightly self-pitying glance before one part of the sentence sank in with some delay and his expression changed from misery to mild indignation.

„Little? Come on, I'm almost as tall as you!"

„Yeah, almost." Jack emphasized and smiled mischievously, causing the brunette teenager to roll his eyes.

„Whatever." he grumbled and focused back on the task at hand.

„What's your homework about?" the young immortal inquired curiously and sat down on the windowsill.

„Huh? Oh, we had two topics to choose from. Either an essay about the history of Burgess or researching our family trees as far back as possible."

„And you picked...?"

„Finally!" Jamie exclaimed all of a sudden when he had finally found the papers he had been searching for and put them in a folder which he then stuffed into his backpack.

„Family tree, of course. This town is boring but I know almost nothing about my ancestors, so that seemed far more interesting."

„Cool. How is it going?"

„Actually pretty good, I went to the library and the city archive and got some helpful books and records." he explained and gestured at the chaos on his desk.

„Yeah, I can see that." Jack chuckled.

„However, sorting all that information and summarizing the most important aspects of who my ancestors were and what they did is a whole different story. I got a rough basis of the chart and it dates back to the late 18th century."

„Wow, that's pretty good, isn't it?"

„Yes, but I'll visit grandpa in a bit. Mom told him on the phone about my assignment and he offered his help. Since he had to retire history kinda became a hobby of his, his whole office looks like my desk. So I'm pretty sure we'll find out even more about our family tree. Okay, why are you staring at me like that?" the young Bennett eventually demanded because all through his speech the Guardian of Fun had been watching him with an amused expression on his face.

„Nothing bad, I've just never witnessed you being so motivated and fascinated by anything concerning work for school."

„Oh, well, it's a first I guess." Jamie shrugged and smirked back at his friend.

„Do you want to come along to my grandparents? Because I gotta go now."

„Sure, why not." Jack agreed and left his cozy spot on the windowsill.

„I'll be waiting for you outside. And don't dawdle, I know you." he winked and flew out of the window, leaving only a few snowflakes floating through a chilly breeze behind, causing a few notes to drift down from the desk, before they vanished just like their master.

„Yeah, yeah..." the brown-eyed teenager moaned as realization struck and he remembered that he had to take another book with him, something he had promised his grandfather to bring along.

But where the heck was that thing?


„You dawdled." Jack stated matter-of-factly when his best friend had finally run out of the house and towards him.

„I didn't!"

„You diiiid."

„Gheez, when have you gotten so fussy?"

„Just emphasizing that I was right." the white-haired spirit grinned crookedly.

„Oh, sorry but I have no cookie for you now." Jamie retorted with fake yet light-hearted sorrow.

„Awww, damn, the disappointments simply won't end..." Jack sighed in an exaggerated way as he walked next to the younger boy, who smiled at his dramatic reaction.

„Life is rugged, isn't it?"

„You have no idea."


After a 15-minute busride, with Jack flying next to it, the two youths arrived at the house of Jamie's grandparents. Even though they lived in the same town it was a rare event that he visited them, at least since he had reached puberty and had other intererests than listening to old stories of old people. Regarding this it was no surprise that his grandmother, a short woman with grey-streaked hair that she wore in a bun, was delighted to see her grandchild and welcomed him with a bright smile and a tight embrace. The 16-year-old felt somewhat embarassed in front of his best friend, who chuckled and watched the scene in amusement.

„Awww, Jamie, it's so nice to see you again! How lang has it been, 2 months? You really have to visit us more often, I keep telling you! But anyway, I'm glad you're here, come in, dinner is almost ready!"

The brunette boy looked back to make sure Jack had managed to enter the house as well before his grandmother had closed the door behind them but he was out of sight. Just as he wondered where he might have gone this fast he turned around to see him leaning against the banister at the end of the hallway with that typical smirk on his face.

„Come on, I made chocolate cookies, they're meant for dessert, but if you promise me to finish your meal then I'll let you taste them while they're still warm." the grey-haired woman proposed and led the teen to the kitchen where she held out a white ceramic bowl with flower designs towards him.

„Cool, thanks!Your cookies are the bests!" Jamie grinned and took one of them, his expression transforming into pure bliss when he took a bite of it.

His grandmother was a genius when it came to baking and cooking and whenever he tasted something she had created he seriously wondered why he didn't spend every day at her place. Suddenly an artificial and urgent sounding clearing of one's throat, which screamed for his attention, caused his gaze to wander to the winter spirit who stared at the half-eaten cookie in his hand and then straight into his eyes. The young Bennett almost choked on some crumbles at the reproachful yet hopeful look the Guardian of Fun shot at him, like a puppy begging for food.

„I'm rather thirsty, do you maybe have a glass of orange juice or something?" Jamie asked his grandmother, who immediately nodded, set the ceramic bowl aside on the kitchen counter and stepped to the fridge.

„Of course, my dear."

Right after she had turned her back on him he sneakily grabbed another one of the cookies and hid it behind his back, but Jack reacted immediately and approached him to grab the sweet snack and hurried out of sight again. Because a cookie floating in mid-air and vanishing bite by bite would freak the poor old woman out.

„Here you go." she turned around and offered him a glass of juice which he swallowed in one go.

„Thanks. Where's grandpa by the way?"

„Oh, he's upstairs in his office. Why don't you join him and I'll call you when dinner is ready?"

„Alright, already smells awesome!"

The compliment evoked a proud smile on her elderly face as she watched her grandchild leave and for a moment she thought she had heard him talking to someone. Shaking her head she directed her attention to the food on the stove again. Her sense of hearing wasn't the best, most likely she had just imagined it.


„Hello, grandpa!" Jamie greeted the old man who was leaning over his desk, surrounded by a dozen books, notes and charts.

The resemblance to the teenager's own room was astonishing, Jack thought, as he eyed the workplace and the many shelves stuffed full with even more books all around him. Hazel eyes stared up through thick glasses and landed on the 16-year-old standing in the doorway.

„Jamie! Was about time you finally showed up again. I found some interesting information about our ancestors here, but let me see what you researched so far!" the grey-haired senior blurted out immediately and gestured for him to come closer.

As he was told, Jamie spread out the notes and papers on the wooden surface in front of them and explained how he had rummaged the whole library of Burgess until he found what he had been searching for. His grandfather listened to him curiously and smiled obviously proud about how serious his descendant took this project.

„That's impressive work, my boy. Now, would you like to see what my investigations revealed?" he asked rhetorically, because this was the reason why his grandchild had come to his house in the first place.

„You bet! What did you find out?"

„Well, I managed to track our ancestors back to the time they emigrated from England to the United States."

„Wow, awesome! When did that happen?"

„1716. They traveled through the country for about a year and then settled down in Burgess."

Jack's interest was woken. So his best friend's ancestors had come to his hometown only a few years after he had become the Spirit of Winter. Most likely he had watched them and their offspring playing and growing up, he couldn't wait to hear more about it. In some degree it surprised him that the Bennetts had stayed in the same little town for over 300 years, but then again, it hadn't been much different for himself, even though he had the choice and possibility to go wherever he pleased.

„I wrote their names down and copied the according documents so you can add the source material to your assignment. Must be here somewhere..." the elderly man mumbled while his hands roamed through the mess on the desk.

Those two were definitely related, Jack thought and watched him with similar amusement as he had observed Jamie's struggles earlier that day.

„Ah, here it is!" the grandfather gave a shout of victory and held up a thin folder which he opened swiftly.

„Mary and James Bennett immigrated to the States with their son David. They arrived in Burgess in 1717 and established a small village shop. Mary died after giving birth to her second child Katherine. David got married to a local woman by the name of-"

Dinner is ready!"

All three males cringed at the loud and shrieking voice. For an old lady her vocal chords were in a pretty decent shape.

„Let's better go downstairs before she gets angry." the grey-haired man suggested.

„Grandma, angry? Are you sure she even knows that emotion?" Jamie chuckled, failing to remember a single time his grandmother had seriously displayed something like anger.

The senior merely shook his head ominously, stood up and walked towards the door, muttering quietly.

„Hell hath no fury..."


„Would you please remove that from the table, you can show it to Jamie afterwards." Mrs. Bennett reprimanded her husband and glared at the map of documents in his hands while she put a portion of meatloaf, smashed potatoes and vegetables on each of their plates.

From his perch on the backrest of the couch Jack witnessed the dinner in the open kitchen and felt his mouth watering at the alluring smell of the delicious-looking meal. He definitely had to pay a visit to the fridge at North's workshop later. Sometimes he honestly had the impression his body and subconsciousness needed to catch up on the lack of food he had endured during the first three centuries of his immortal life.

„But I really wanna know more about what grandpa researched." Jamie begged before taking a forkful of meatloaf.

„Hhhmmmm, tastes great! You're the best cook ever, I swear!" he swooned, knowing exactly how to flatter and soften up his grandmother.

The wide content grin on her features was proof enough that he had succeeded. With a casual gesture of her hand she pointed at the pile of papers, which was luring out of the map now put on the table, and inquired non-challantly :

„So, tell us about your research."

Mr. Bennett appeared to be dumbfounded for a moment but a glance at his grandchild and the conspiratorial wink coming from him made him realized what had just caused the drastic change of his spouse's attitude.

„Well, where were we..." he whispered mostly to himself as he skimmed the pages.

„You said David got married." Jamie jogged his memory.

„Oh, yes. He got married to a young woman whose name was Rebecca Overland and continued his father's business after his death..."

More information about their ancestors' lives followed but the 16-year-old only listened to it with one ear. His mind was trying to figure out why that name, Overland, sounded so familiar. As if he had heard it somewhere before but he couldn't pinpoint in which coherence. He darted a questioning glance at the winter spirit and completely stopped perceiving what his grandfather way saying when he saw the flabbergasted expression on his friend's now even paler than usual face. The poor guy looked like he had seen a ghost and it worried Jamie.

„Uhm, I need to go to the bathroom quickly, just remembered I forgot to wash my hands, silly me." he blurted out and stood up without waiting for a reaction.

Jack made no move to follow him so he walked a few steps towards him and clapped his hands once, finally getting his attention that way. Confusement radiated from his grandparents but the youth merely shrugged and smiled at them sheepishly.

„Mosquitos, ghee, I hate them."

The guardian climbed down from the couch, too slow for Jamie's liking but grabbing at thin air would only make him seem totally crazy and the last thing he wanted was them having a serious talk with his mother about invisible friends at his age. When he had shut the bathroom door behind them he let out a sigh he hadn't noticed he had been holding and turned towards the white-haired spirit who still seemed to be elsewhere with his thoughts.

„Jack, what's wrong?"

„I...I'll tell you later, in private." the frost teen eventually said quietly.

„But I want to know now."

„No, you go back to your grandparents and I'll wait for you at your place. This isn't something to talk about randomly in a ...bathroom."

„But-"

Before Jamie had a chance to utter his objection the small window across from him was opened and his friend had vanished with cold gust of wind.

„Great." he grumbled to himself and returned to the kitchen.


Jack couldn't believe it. All those years he had spent with Jamie and Sophie and he hadn't realized it. He had always felt this deep connection and still brushed it off, without further questioning or pondering. He loved them as if they were his own siblings, saw so much of his own sister in them. Why hadn't he figured it out on his own? Not that he wasn't happy about it, heck, he was, but he felt like the news had struck him with a sledgehammer. It came completely out of the blue and right now he honestly wondered why it had been such a big surprise. He should have known. Even if countless generations lay inbetween them, Jamie, especially when he got to know him, resembled his sister so much. Now that the truth was revealed it was obvious why.

Gradually the initital shock wore off as the Guardian of Fun sat on the windowsill in his friend's room and stared out of the half-opened window with a blessed smile forming on his face. The moon was shining down on him and appeared to be smiling as well, being fully aware of the worldshattering news. Probably the entity knew about it right from the beginning but Jack had stopped being grumpy about it not telling him a single word about his past.

All of a sudden the door was slammed open and a very exhausted-looking Jamie stomped into the room. How long had he sat here lost in his thoughts?

„Alright, now tell me what the hell happened." the 16-year-old demanded in a no-nonsense tone.

„Calm down, it's nothing bad. Did you enjoy your dinner?" Jack tried to ease the mood.

It didn't work.

„Are you kidding me? First you look like you've seen a ghost, then dash off without giving me an explanation why and now you ask if I enjoyed dinner!?"

Jamie had a hard time keeping his shouts on room volume, he had shut the door behind him but still, he didn't want to risk his mother hearing him argue with himself. Even if he appeared to be angry, in fact he was just incredibly worried about his best friend. Something had startled him and he needed to know what.

„Yeah, sorry for scurrying away, that was a little overly dramatic." the winter spirit admitted and rubbed his neck sheepishly.

„Yep. So, what was this all about?"

„Maybe it's better when you sit down." Jack suggested.

The brunette teenager got more anxious by the second but did as he was told and let himself sink down on his bed from where he impatiently waited for his friend to finally spill the beans. After heaving a sigh and considering the best way to tell him the winter spirit looked his counterpart squarely into the eyes, with an almost paradoxical combination of gentleness and seriousness on his face.

„Your grandfather found out that your ancestor, David Bennett, married Rebecca Overland, right?"

Jamie stared at him quizzically, not sure where this was leading to and nodded softly.

„Well..." Jack started and decided to come straight to the point. „That woman was my sister."

An awkward silence filled the room as the boy's mind was busy with processing the information while he stared into the void just like his friend had done at his grandparents' home.

„Oh...my...GOD! That's, I mean, WOW! We're related!? Really? Jack Frost is my relative, how cool is that!" he suddenly shouted for joy and did something he had only done scarcely since he hit puberty.

He hugged Jack, as enthusiastically as he had done when he was still a child. The guardian was visibly taken aback by the stormy behaviour but just as he attempted to return the embrace the younger man let go of him again, though his excitement was far from disappearing.

„This is awesome, wait, I gotta tell Sophie!" he exclaimed and rushed out of the room before anyone could stop him and left a rather flabbergasted Guardian of Fun behind.

Not more than half a minute later the teen literally dragged his little sister, who had obviously been ripped out of her sleep and was rubbing her eyes groggily, into his room.

„What's going on, why did you wake me up?" the 9-year-old mumbled and tiredly glared at her brother as he closed the door.

„Sorry, Soph, but this can't wait. You have to know. And trust me, you'll love this!" Jamie promised and smiled widely, arousing the blonde girl's curiosity with his own excitement.

„What is it?" she asked, suddenly wide awake.

Only when Jamie glanced at the other side of the room did she notice that they weren't alone. As soon as she had spotted the winter spirit a sincere smile appeared on her features and she ran to him to give him a welcome hug as usual.

„Jack!" she squealed happily and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Sometimes the older Bennett sibling seriously wondered if she liked the guardian even more than him.

„Hey, Soph." the white-haired teen grinned and patted her head gently.

„We have to tell you something."

His words sounded as mysterious as those of her brother and by now she craved for the revelation of whatever great news they had. Big green eyes stared at the two boys, silently begging them to continue.

„You know that I have an assignment to find out who our ancestors are, right?" Jamie inquired and waited until he got a soft nod as confirmation.

„Well, turned out that Jack is our great-great-great-great-great...uncle."

There was only short a moment of silence before Sophie's high-pitched voice caused them to cover their ears in pain and a mere second later she had already glomped the immortal teen again, holding on to him even tighter than before and grinning from ear to ear.

„That's so cool! Uncle Jack!" she giggled and gazed up at him.

„Will you move in here now?"

„Huh?"

„We're your family, silly! You gotta live with us!"

„Uhm, I..." he started and sent a pleading look in Jamie's direction.

Just when the youth opened his mouth the voice of Mrs. Bennett echoed through the hallway. Of course the excited screaming of her youngest hadn't escaped her attention.

„Sophie? You alright? You should be asleep!"

Footsteps could be heard as she went upstairs and steadily came closer.

„I gotta go anyway..." Jack stated and quickly hugged the small girl again when he noticed her pouting and obviously being sad about him leaving already.

„I'll see ya soon." he reassured them and just before he jumped out of the window he looked back at them to see his best friend smirking at him

„See ya, Uncle Jack!"


A/N : Here you go, my personal head canon that I wanted to write down for ages already! :3

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