;welcome to chapter 7! Sorry it's kinda long. anywho I don't own ROTG just the plot and any OC's;
One thing you'll quickly about Maeve is that she loves her siblings to death, and would do anything for them.
But trudging out in the deep snow at 8 in the morning to find Amelia's teddy bear by the frozen lake she had almost drowned in was not how she wanted to spend her monday-Snow-day away from school.
Maeve rapped her coat tighter around herself as cold winter wind seemed to thrash at her like knifes. Why was winter so beautiful yet so painful?
The 17 year old finally reached the opening of the lake and looked around. All she saw was Snow, snow, ice, snow, boulders,snow and, you guessed it, snow.
Maeve walked to the group of the boulders that over looked the lake, while scanning for any sign of a teddy bear wearing a pink tutu of course.
She sighed and sat down. This was going to take a lot longer than she thought. Maeve had been hoping to spend the morning sleeping in or finishing those large portraits she's wanted to work on for so long. Nope. She'd get to spend it freezing her backside off in the freezing snow.
Suddenly, she wished she had brought her good camera. The view was so amazing from this spot. Instead she pulled out her cell phone and took a quick photo.
She studied the picture to make sure she had gotten a good picture of the lake view. She looked up again for any signs of pink and brown She might have missed for the millionth time. Nothing. Just a perfectly iced over lake.
Perfectly iced over lake?
Maeve stuffed her phone into her pocket and scrambled off the rock. She jogged to the side of the lake where the trees where closest to the center.
Even though she was several feet away, Maeve could see the center perfectly. The hole her body had made was completely gone. Not even a crack. "How is that even possible?" Maeve thought.
Her thoughts where interrupted by the slight crackling sound of freezing ice from right behind her.
She looked to the tree behind her to see floral ice patterns growing down the tree trunk, similar to what she had seen yesterday on the lake.
Maeve reached out and ran her hand over the cold surface. Ice couldn't form that fast naturally...
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the ground, searching for some sort of explanation. There had to be some reason the same floral ice kept showing up over and over again.
As many times she thought it Maeve denied it, but the two words made it out of her mouth anyway.
"Jack Frost..." She muttered.
There was a sudden, silent sound of sweet humming coming from the trees.
Eyes growing wide, Maeve slowly lifted her head to look up above her where the noise came from.
Several feet up in the tree branches, a teenage boy, about Maeve's age, was sitting casually on the branch, humming an unfamiliar tune while twirling a large staff with a "G" curve at the end.
Even from the ground, Maeve could see he had silvery, snow white hair and pale skin. What she found odd was that he was barefoot and wearing nothing more the a blue hoodie and brown pants. He wasn't very far up, she could even see the ice details on his hoodie.
He looked strangely familiar... Almost like...
"Jack Frost." She repeated out loud stupidly.
The boy stopped humming and looked down at Maeve. "Yeah, thats my name." He said casually.
The boy must've noticed she was staring, cause he started to look around himself quizzically for something else Maeve might be staring at.
The boy stood up on the branch and looked down at Maeve with the same wide-eyed expression. Maeve raised her eyebrows, expecting him to say more. Instead, he stepped off the branch.
The 17 year old yelped and scrambled backwards as the boy fell down towards the earth. Or floated down was more like it. He gently floated down to the ground with his feet not even landing with a "thump".
Maeve stared at him in a mixture of horror and awe. He stared right back at her in the same awe with sudden excitement. "Can... Can you see me?" He asked taking a step closer.
Maeve stood with her jaw hanging and eyes wide in awe. All she could do was nod in reply.
The boy sudden burst into joyful laughter. "You can-? She can see me!" He laughed jumping up in the air.
"W-what?" Maeve asked finally finding her voice again. She cleared her throat and started over."what do you mean?" "You can see me!" He repeated in the same excitement. "You believe in me!"
Maeve felt less scared by the boys presence, but still completely unsure of what she actually believed in.
The boy, Jack Frost as he claimed to be, caught on to Maeve's insurance.
"Remember the white hand that pulled you out of the lake? And, and the ice trail that lead you off the cracked ice yesterday? And the snowballs that hit you and the kids from out of no where?" Jack asked. His bright blue eyes seemed to get wider and shine with excitement.
"That was you?" Maeve asked smiling in disbelief. "That was me!" Jack exclaimed.
Maeve laughed a little. So Amelia was right. Jack Frost was real. Maeve blinked stood where she was with her jaw hanging open a little.
Amelia had been right... Jack Frost is real...
"I-I-um- Thank you." Maeve said awkwardly snapping out of her shock. "Your welcome." He said flipping his staff so it rested on his shoulder.
Jack couldn't seem to get out of the excitement that Maeve could see him. Even after he had stopped jumping, he still showed the exact same amount of joy in the grin on his face.
"Don't people always see you?" She asked smiling a little as she raised an eyebrow at the sprit of winters joy. Jack shook his head. "No. People have to believe in me to see me. Works that way with all mythical creatures." He replied. "I never thought a 17 year old would believe in me."
Maeve blinked at him. "How did you know I'm 17?" She asked curiously. Jack smiled sheepishly and leaned against his staff. "Trust me, Maeve it's easier if you didn't know." He replied.
Maeve stared at him, her mouth moving soundlessly. So he knew her age and her name? "You have got to be... How do you know my name too?" She asked crossing her arms.
The winter spirit flushed a little and shrugged. "It's hard not to pick up someone's name when everyone keeps saying it." He said defensively. "Besides, I've just been keeping an eye on you for a while. If I hadn't you'd be... Well, lets just say its a good thing I saw Amelia and Lewis running out of the woods."
Maeve shook her head and brushed random strands of hair out of her eyes. Just how much did this guy know about her and her family?
"So," he asked changing the subject before Maeve could lecture him. "how about that snowball fight you promised you'd challenge me too?"
"What are you even- oh you mean when I-" Maeve stopped dead sentence when realization slapped her in the face. "wait, wait, wait. Where you watching Amelia and me the other night?"
Jack smiled sheepishly again. "I may have heard part of her bedtime story..." He admitted. "But what do you say? Best 2 out of 3?"
Maeve raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms stubbornly. She wasn't going to drop the subject that easy.
"Fine." Jack said putting his staff over his shoulder and raising his hands up in defeat while turning his back to her. "If you don't want to mess around that's fine by-"
Jack stumbled forward a little as a snowball hit him hard on the back of his head.
The winter spirit stood in shock before slowly reaching behind his head and wiping the snow out of his hair. He turned around to look at Maeve.
The 17 year old was leaning against the tree he had been in earlier, a challenging grin on her face.
"Did you throw that?" He asked playfully as he leaned his staff against the tree.
"What?" Maeve asked playing along with the sarcasm. "Me? Pffft... What would ever give you that idea?"
Jack reached down and took a large chunk of snow from the ground and compacted it into a snowball. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson on why I'm the king of snowball fights." He grinned evilly.
Maeve's eyes grew wide as she slowly scooted around the tree. "Oh, I -uh- think I just herd the -uh- the release bell..." She said before running to the forest.
"You can run but you can't hide!" Jack laughed as he picked up his staff and flew after her.
Maeve quickly sprinted to her favorite tree and climbed up to some of the lower branches. it was her favorite because the branches where thick enough at the bottom and she didn't have to worry about falling off and that it was easiest tree to climb.
Maeve ducked down so the main trunk could hide her from the view facing the lake.
"That tree won't protect you!" Jack's voice echoed below her. He flew around the trunk to where Maeve had been standing a few minutes ago. His evil grin vanished when he realize Maeve wasn't there.
He lowered his throwing arm and looked around confused. "Maeve?" He asked looking around the many trees.
The 17 year old noticed that below her feet where several piles of snow sitting on the branches with her foot prints from where she had climbed up. She smiled.
"Got ya." She chanted stomping her feet down on the branches. Jack looked up just as the snow plummeted down on top of him.
The 17 year old lost her balance on landing and almost fell out of the tree. She grabbed the branch above her a balanced herself as Jack resurfaced from Maeve's "snowball".
The winter spirit shook his head spreading snow everywhere. He looked up a Maeve half impressed, half surprised.
"Not bad." He admitted picking up his staff and standing up. "But not good enough."
Jack gripped his staff, lifted it up, then slammed the end on the ground. A large blast of freezing wind and snow shot from the impact, sending Maeve strait out of the tree.
The 17 year old hit ground and got all the breath knocked out of her. She gasped for air as a large pile of snow dropped on top of her.
Jack laughed as Maeve quickly unburied herself. He stopped when he saw she was struggling to catch her breath. He also noticed the bleeding gash across her cheek and instantly felt guilty. "Sorry." He said helping her up. "I didn't mean to go that far."
Maeve laughed and coughed a little. "Call it a tie -cough- and we're good." She said wiping some snow off her coat. Jack smiled a little. "A tie it is." He said shaking her hand.
The 17 year old jumped a little as her cell phone vibrated in her pocket from the text she had received from her dad. She had completely forgotten about everything else after Jack had introduced himself.
"Maeve come on back home now. I don't want you freezing again."
"I need to go home." Maeve moaned. She didn't want to go home. She'd prefer to stay out here and play around with Jack for the day instead of being stuck in her house.
"I'll fly you there." Jack said casually. Maeve blinked at him. "Fly?" Before she knew what was happening, Jack had grabbed her by the waist and they shot up into the air.
"J-Jack!" She yelped as she rapped her arms around the winter spirit's neck. He only laughed as they flew across the sky.
"Your probably wondering how I know where you live." he asked as they landed behind some trees right across from her house. The 17 year old laughed. "Honestly, after today? I'm just going with it." She admitted.
Maeve couldn't wait to get inside and tell Amelia she had met Jack Frost. Maybe they could sit by the fire and Maeve could read the "Mythical Legends" book while Amelia cuddled with her teddy bear...
"Oh god..." She suddenly moaned out loud. "I forgot about Amelia's bear." "What you mean this thing?" Jack asked pulling Amelia's damp, stuffed bear out of his hoodie pocket. "Found it when I chased after you. Figured Amelia would want it back."
"How did you-? Thank you!" Maeve exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged Jack. He stared at her slightly wide eyed before smiling patting her on the back.
The 17 year old backed away and took the bear from him. She felt suddenly chilly from hugging Jack. Then again, she felt cold when he had taken her flying but she thought it was just the cold wind.
"I -um- I'll see you later, I guess." Maeve said awkwardly, slightly embarrassed now about her reaction. Her good bye lead to another thought: Would Jack even bother coming back to the same town?
"Of course." He said as he levitated a few feet off the ground. "I'll see you later, Maeve." "Bye." She waved.
The 17 year old stood there for a while after Jack disappeared out of sight in the clouds hiding the sky. She had met Jack Frost. The spirit of winter, master of snowball fights.
Amelia was so going to give her a large helping of "I told you so."
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