*Alright here's the first chapter, with more to come. I do have a set storyline in mind, so chapters in the future should start to get much longer than this. Especially as things start to get more intense. (dun dun duhhhhhh) Its just a start. Reviews are appreciated. Thank You!*

Chapter One

Jack did not stop by the stranger tower the next year, or the year after that, or the year after that. In fact, he lost track of how many had passed. In truth he had forgotten the thing existed for a while. He was Jack Frost after all! He had too many snow days and too much fun to bring to the children to be so concerned about a strange tower he saw years ago. But one year, six years later to be exact, he happened upon the tower again. And this time, something was different. It was daytime for one, and as he flew over the small canyon he noticed that the door at the bottom was gone. He knitted his brows and flew down closer for a look. He reached out a hand to finger the vines covering the door just like the rest of the tower, intricate frost patterns trailing after his fingers. Then he noticed something strange. The vines were cut above the door, and when he stepped back to look, he noticed small, minute cuts in the vines around the door. He smiled. Someone still lived here. Curious to see how the old hag was getting along with her little bundle of joy, he flew up. As he flew, his eyes widened as the shutters on his side of the tower flew open. He backed away until he was no more than five feet from the open window.

And came face to face with the most emerald-green eyes he had ever seen.

The little girl was about six or seven years old, barely tall enough to reach the ledge of the window, and even now she must surely be standing on a stool to reach. Her little round face lit up at the sight of the sky before her. And Jack couldn't stop the rising hope in his chest, thinking she saw him, but her eyes continued to stare right through him. He flew a bit closer, to the right of the window. The little girl put her elbows up on the ledge and leaned forward a bit, she gasped and giggled at the height below her. Jack smiled. This little thing was, well, cute to say the lest. She turned her head, and Jack noticed her golden blond hair was well past her shoulders, as he had initially thought, but now, he couldn't see the end of it. "Hu." he said to himself. "How long is your hair Blondie?" He asked. The little girl rested her chubby little cheeks on her hands and Jack sent a snowflake to land of the tip of her nose. She shrieked and giggled, whipping the wetness off her nose with her chubby little hands. Jack chuckled and flew around the window, bringing more snow to the little green-eyed girl. While he wouldn't have thought it possible, her green eyes got even bigger and she reached out her hands to catch the snowflakes he blew in the window.

"Rapunzel!"
A loud voice broke the moment. The little girl immediately drew her hands to her chest and stepped down from her stool. She was shorter than the window ledge. Her gleeful little face became downcast. Jack frowned and came to the window. Resting his elbows on its ledge, expecting the old woman.
It was not an old hag of a woman. Instead, a woman who looked not a day over thirty was approaching the window. Her deep red dress shined off of pale skin, dark obsidian curls reflected the winter sun coming through the window. As the approached Jack saw her eyes narrow at the little girl and she stopped, putting her hands on her hips. "Rapunzel what have i told you about the window?" The woman asked sternly.
"Not-not to open it mommy." The little girl - Rapunzel - said.
"That's right." She said, bending down to the child's level, but still looming above her. Rapunzel twisted her toe into the rug.
"I- I'm sorry, i just wanted to see the snow. It, its pretty." Rapunzel squeaked. The woman put a hand under Rapunzel's chin and lifted it.
"Why do we keep the window's shut Rapunzel?" She asked. Rapunzel sighed, she must have done this before.
"To keep bad things out."
"Yes and why do we need to keep bad things out?"
"To keep me safe."
"That's right pet, to keep you safe." She said, patting Rapunzle's head.
"Well there's no need to mock her." Jack huffed, sticking his tongue out at the woman, a childish gesture, but one he felt she deserved. The woman looked at her hand then, rubbing the skin and frowned.
"Rapunzel," She said, smiling very big all of a sudden. "would you sing for me dear? We can forget all about the window." Rapunzel''s face lightened up again. "Yes mother." She said, picking up the stool behind her and running to the fireplace. It was then that Jack saw the length of her hair. It was at least five feet, if not more, behind her!.
"Whoa!" Jack said, eyes widening. "Are you giving her a haircut soon? Seriously that's gotta be heavy!" He said to himself.
The woman followed her and sat in a large high-backed chair, holding a brush. Rapunzel sat at her feet on her stool. Jack moved more into the window, sitting cross-legged on the ledge. "I should really get going…" He muttered. Then laughed. Where else did he have to be?
The woman picked up Rapunzel's long hair and set the length of it over her knees, holding the part closest to Rapunzle's head in her hand and began to brush. Jack almost thought the scene was touching, a mother brushing her daughter's hair, until Rapunzel started to sing. Her childish voice filling the tower.

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine.
Make the clock reverse,
bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt,
change the Fates' design.
Save what has been lost,
bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine.

Jack's eyes widened as he took in Rapunzel's hair. Her glowing hair. Her hair shone like the sun, a soft golden light filling the room. Rapunzle's mother closed her eyes and smiled. She inhaled deeply and breathed out a sigh of relief as the light faded. When she got up, Jacks eyes widened even more. She hadn't looked a day over thirty before, now though, she didn't look a day over twenty-five. Jack's mouth hung open and he almost choked. Who in the world is this girl!? He wondered. His eyebrows narrowed. He was so distracted he didn't notice the woman approaching the windows until he was nose to nose with her as she reached out with open arms to close the shutters. Jack jumped off the window ledge and flipped back into the air just as the woman latched the shutters tight.
"Close." Jack muttered, still stunned. He flew back up to the window and saw the woman ushering Rapunzel to her room, a smile on her face. She could almost believe that this woman cared about the tinny chubby girl she held by the hand, until she shut Rapunzel in her room and breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately went to her mirror and looked over her appearance. Jack scowled. He was certain this was indeed the old hag with the baby he saw years ago, so clearly using the little girl for her strange magic glowing hair.
Frowning, Jack flew up to the little girls bedroom window and looked in. The little girl sat in the midst of many small toys, playing with each one. Jack smiled and tapped his finger on her window, making a noise. She turned and ran to the window and put her chubby little hand on it, watching gleefully as frost decorated it with intricate patterns. "Goodbye Rapunzel." Jack muttered before flying away. "I'll be back." He said.

And he was.

Every year after that, Jack stayed in Rapunzel's forest a bit longer than necessary, using the winds to carry his frosty presence ahead of him so is physical presence wasn't needed anymore. Every year he lived for seeing that little face light up with the snow he brought with him. And even though she couldn't see him, he came, every year. Just to see her bright green eyes stare right through him. He knew it was a bit ridiculous. He didn't know why he felt so drawn to this particular little girl. He had met so many other children, so many other little girls. But none like Rapunzel. Maybe he felt sorry for her. So far as he knew, she had never been out of that tower. And her longing glances out the window and looking down at the ground told him he was right. Maybe it was her glowing hair that intrigued him to no end, but there was more than that. It was the way she took up painting, guitar, sewing, cooking and so many other hobbies to occupy her time. It was how she moved on to painting the walls when she was twelve because her mother couldn't bring back paper fast enough. It was the way her hair grew longer and longer and longer each year, at lest ten feet every time he visited. It grew so long that when she was fifteen, her mother no longer needed the door at the bottom of the tower, she just thew Rapunzel's hair out the window. And it was just…her. Her way of being so kind, so gentle, despite being raised by a mother who was so sarcastic, so rude and horribly insulting at times. Rapunzel still kept that little spark he knew she had ever since she was a child.

And Jack knew, that despite all the other little girls and boys in the entire world, he had found a favorite. And even though he knew that the Guardian of Fun probably wasn't supposed to pick favorites… He allowed himself this once, to do so.

*Tada! First chapter done! Sorry its so short, but they will get longer. Please, please, please review me and follow the story! I promise it gets more interesting. Thank you!*