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I have not seen Jack Frost for a week. I've still been going to the kitchen for food, but I haven't crossed paths with him – or even caught a glimpse of him – for a week.

I must've really upset him. I didn't know that I could be so mean.

Sometimes I go into a room, and it's cooler than the rest of the house, and I know that Jack has just been there.

I found a restroom – thank goodness! – right across from my door, so I use it whenever I need to. The water in the shower is especially freezing, but it feels fine to me. Though I doubt as a human I would've been able to tolerate it.

I looked at myself in the mirror for, like, an hour, not believing what I'm seeing. My skin is a very pale blue, only a little darker than Jack's skin colour. My hair looks like a lavender flower was squeezed all over it. My eyes changed colour, too. They used to be dark brown, but now they're a light blue.

I found a book in the living room called The Glaciviri Body, and started reading up on that. Turns out, the bodily systems of Glaciviri are pretty much the same as humans, except near frozen and they work slower, causing the average life span to be 120 years. I also found out that Glaciviri don't have appendixes, which I'm not disappointed about. Humans hardly use them anyway, yet they cause life-threatening cancers. It just makes no sense.

I've been spending a lot of time in my room. I started sleeping on the bed, much more comfortable than the floor. Once when I was sleeping, I felt a sharp pain on my ankle. I found a cut that encircled my entire ankle. I started to freak out, wondering if someone had done this to me, yet I couldn't see him or her. I had decided to relax my mind with some reading, and in Chapter 25 of The Glaciviri Body, I found out that for immortals, it means you're on your period. As anyone would imagine, I was quite relieved that it was just my period, and not some psycho killer marking me.

After the fourth day of being by my lonesome, I started to think about my friends. Tilly and Zade. They were probably freaking out, figuring that I'm dead. I remember how they'd always had my back, and how we'd do everything together. Both their parents were really nice to me, and Zade's parents used to always joke about Zade and me one day getting married, which upset Tilly because she liked him a lot. We used to call ourselves The Three Musketeers, and Tilly would always remind us that there were actually four musketeers, and we'd laugh and tell her to shut up, and she wouldn't mind because she knew we were just joking. Man, I loved those two.

I'm still thinking about them now, actually.

Yeah, okay, it's official. I'm really lonely. I can't keep playing tic-tac-toe with myself in the window smog, or dancing alone to memories of my favorite songs. I'll go crazy.

I need to apologize to Jack.

I finally find his room. How did I know it's his room? Just standing outside of the door gives me goose bumps. I knock on the door.

The door opens, and the air around me turns nippy. Jack looks at me with disdain as he leans against the doorframe. I try to put on a smile, but I think it ends up as a grimace.

"What do you want?" he asks, his voice deep.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out. "I didn't mean to upset you," He raises an eyebrow to question my apology. "Really." I breathe.

He straightens up and smiles. "'Kay."

I look at him with bewilderment. "Wait, so, you're not mad?"

He shrugs. "No."

"But–Then why did you avoid me for a week?"

"Well, I was mad at you at first, but then I got over it." He stuffs his hands in his pockets and puts all his weight on his right leg, like any other teenage guy trying to antagonize someone.

"Seriously?" I shriek.

"Yup." He nods. "Oh, and also, did you like the book I left you?"

"What the–?" I make random motions with my hands, you know, Darth Vader style. "Really? Okay, yes. Ha-ha. Very funny. You're such a comedian."

He laughs at my obvious annoyance. Then he rearranges his features into a serious expression. "So, why can't we tell your parents that you're not dead?"

I sigh in defeat. "'Cause they died in a car crash when I was five."

He flinches ever so slightly, but I catch it, and I know that that's not what he expected to hear. "Oh," He pauses, "That's too bad."

I don't want yet another look of pity from someone, so I stare at my bare feet. Then I notice that Jack doesn't have shoes or socks on either. I furrow my brow, trying to remember if there was ever anything I read about him not wearing shoes. Nothing rings a bell. It's weird though, that he doesn't wear shoes. I mean, he's out in the winter all the time. He could get frostbite.

Oh, wow, that was stupid. He can't get frostbite. He's Jack Frost. And he makes winter. Duh.

I hear him clear his throat, and look up reluctantly. "Um, but, didn't anyone adopt you?" His voice squeaks at the end; it annoys me.

I shake my head. "No. I was sent to an orphanage since my grandparents were all dead and I didn't have any aunts or uncles, except for my Aunt Lucy. And in an orphanage, if you're not young, it's unlikely that you'll get adopted. And I was too depressed about my parents when I was younger, so no one wanted me."

He just looks at me sadly for a while, so I resolve to look at the baby blue walls. I remember all the times of when people would tell me that they're sorry or glance at me with pity when I told them that my parents died. I've always hated it. They didn't actually know what it felt like to have your parents die when you were so young. They couldn't. And even if they did, it couldn't have been as bad as mine.

I feel something cold at the crook of my elbow, causing me to gasp, yet giving me a slight thrill. When I look to see what it was, it turns out to be Jack's hand. "Sorry, but you weren't responding."

"Oh, I was lost in thought. What did you say?"

"What about your Aunt Lucy? Why didn't she take you in?" he asks with curiosity. The thought of my aunt brings back bad memories, particularly of me crying.

I feel like my mouth is full of cotton and my throat is full of knives, but I manage to get the words out. "She didn't want me. She's very religious and thought that the reason my skin was so cold was because I was a devil-child, like from where Hell had frozen over."

He bursts out laughing. I'm angered and appalled by this, but he doesn't seem to notice. "You're kidding right? Oh, if only she knew the truth!" He clutches his abdomen and continues to cackle, while I burn imaginary holes into his back with my eyes.

"It also happens to be true." I say through clenched teeth.

He stops laughing abruptly. "Wait, seriously?" He gives me a look of shock, and I nod. He gets up from the floor. "Oh," He laughs nervously. "I thought you were joking." I just stare at him, now actually trying to see how embarrassed I can make him. The air suddenly becomes crisper, and I wish fiercely for a bra. He doesn't notice though. "But really, that's terrible. I mean, your Aunt Lucy sounds like a . . ." I raise my eyebrows at him, daring him to insult my heinous aunt. "A really mean person." He improvises. I nod with satisfaction.

We stand uncomfortably in place for a while until I say, "So, I was wondering if you could show me the way back to my room, 'cause it took me a while to find you and I didn't leave a trail of breadcrumbs."

He laughs shortly. "Yeah, sure." He closes the door to his room, stops, and then looks at me awkwardly. I pretend not to notice and start walking down the hall, and then he falls into step next to me. I take into realization that we're walking next to each other, instead of me following him or me walking haughtily in front of him. It's nice.

This time I stayed friends with Jack. We ate together and hung out together. After we really started to get along, I realized that I really need undergarments. As a solution, I used the anti-microwave to freeze the undergarments I already had, but couldn't wear. I couldn't figure out how to work it though, and had to get Jack to. When he asked me what was in there, I told him not to ask and shrieked whenever he tried to bring it up. He avoided me for a couple hours after that.

I started to get used to the specific coldness that hung in the air around him, and at times it was even inviting. I noticed that the skin around his eyes crinkles a little when he smiles big, and that his teeth are really white, like snow. He's quite taller than me, so when we stand near each other he has to look down at me; I don't mind.

Most of the time we'd just sit on the couch in the living room and talk. I found out that he has a brother and a sister, both married. He has a niece who's roughly three years old, and is apparently adorable. His parents live far away, so he doesn't visit them much, although I think that for a guy who travels to Earth for three to four months at a time to bring winter, distance isn't much of a problem. He told me that his grandmother is crazy, so I told him to respect his elders. I don't think he cares though.

At other times I'll turn my head and when I look back he'll be gone. So I'll look for him and he'd say, "Boo." in my ear, freaking me out. I have really never liked surprises.

A few minutes ago I found a knife in my room – I don't want to know why it was there – and used it to make my dress shorter because its length was making me sweat, which now is basically just melting.

I tie my hair up and exit my room, startled to find Jack leaving the bathroom without a shirt. I inhale sharply, and when he sees me, his cheeks turn positively blue. I stutter for a while, completely unable to form actual words, let alone sentences.

Then that annoying, hormonal side of my brain that I wish would just keep to itself registers that he looks good. Against my will, my eyes give him a one-over, while I silently chide my teenaged girl-ness. This only embarrasses him more, causing the air in the hallway to become really cold, and so I quickly reopen my door, slip inside, and close it.

My back is against the wall and I'm breathing deeply and beginning to wonder: do I like Jack? I mean, I have liked his company quite much in the past several weeks; and not in the same way that I liked Tilly and Zade's company.

No, that's ridiculous. We're just friends.

Yeah, friends that are destined to be soul mates, I tell myself.

Oh no.

I groan aloud, very annoyed with the fact that I like him already. I mean, sure, I knew it was going to happen eventually, but now? The fact that I'm only fourteen merely furthers my agitation.

I figure that he's gone by now, so I slowly open the door and then jog towards the living room. Once there, I nearly pull my hair out with anger.

Then I hear a loud banging. It shakes the room, and some snow falls from the ceiling. It came from the door at the opposite side of the living room to the door to the kitchen, and so I worry. I have never been through that door. Jack says I shouldn't, and I didn't question him. And now there is something making loud noises on the other side of that door. I nearly run to find Jack, despite my embarrassment with him, when I hear a young, female voice.

"Jack? I know you're in there." Curiosity eats at me, and so I slowly walk over to the door. I hear another loud bang, and end up opening the door with annoyance. The first thing I notice is that outside the door, is a porch. And beyond the porch are huge snowy fields and a forest to the right. Jack didn't want me to go outside?

Then I notice the girl. She's tall, blonde, and looks to be about twenty. But what really freaks me out, is that she's human.

"Oh, wow." she says. She snorts in disbelief at something, and states, "I can't believe it."

"Can't believe what?" I ask, probably sounding incredibly stupid since I'm so preoccupied with the fact that I'm talking to an actual human.

"I can't believe that Jack would hire a hooker."

That gets my attention.

I cross my arms over my chest. "Excuse me?" I ask with a cocked eyebrow. Nobody calls me a hooker.

"Oh, sorry," she finally makes eye contact with me. "Do you prefer to be called a prostitute?"

"What?" I shriek. "I am not a prostitute. Why would you think that? And who the heck are you?"

She gives me the same attitude that I'm giving her, "I'd like to know the same about you."

"What the–" I try to grasp at something to make sense of all this, but come up with nothing. As a solution, I scream, "Jack!" into the house.

He materializes next to me with a shirt and a worried expression on his face. "What happ–" He sees the human girl. "Oh no." he grumbles.

She feigns perkiness. "Nice to see you, too, Jack."

His shoulders drop and he pinches his nose. "What do you want, Kaliegh?" he asks the girl.

"I want to know why you have a hooker."

I growl in frustration at her, which only makes her smile more genuine. Jack glances at me for a second, and then turns back to Kaliegh. "Ana is not a hooker." Hearing him say my name sends a shiver down my spine, which I nearly slap myself for.

"Oh," Kaliegh starts, and I just know that I'm not going to like what comes out of her mouth. "So she has a name." I get irrationally angry and step forward to hit her, but Jack stops me by slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me back. Luckily Jack doesn't catch what that does to me. Unfortunately, Kaliegh does. Her voice fills will laughter. "Oh, now I get it. The prophecy is finally coming true." Jack gets embarrassed at this and lets go of me, which is slightly disappointing.

I refrain from slapping myself again.

"Jack has a girlfriend." Kaliegh sings.

He sets his jaw in annoyance. "Is there a reason as to why you're here, cousin? Or can I just slam the door in your face?"
She sighs, pulls a letter from her coat, and hands it to Jack. "Naomi is turning three. Your brother wants you to attend the party, though I can't imagine why." Jack glares at her, which only widens her taunting smile. "And I'm sure that Uncle and Aunty Frost would love to meet Little Miss Ana." With that she pulls a snow globe from her coat, shakes it until a large cabin in snowy mountains appears in it, and throws it into the air next to her. It turns into a portal. She waves at us. "Ta-ta." Then she jumps through the portal, and it disappears with her.

Jack pushes the door shut. "Sorry about grabbing you." he says without looking at me. I tell him that it's fine, but leave out the part about how I wish he'd do it again and mentally slap myself. He goes and sits over on the couch with his legs folded under him, and I follow and sit next to him. He tears the letter open and pulls a card out. He reads it aloud, "Dear brother, I wish for you to attend my daughter's third birthday as is tradition in, blah, blah, blah," He flips the card over. "Dress nicely and wear shoes. Sincerely, Christian." He looks at the wall on the other side of the room, lost in thought.

"Jack?" I start. He raises his eyebrows, but doesn't look at me. "Who's Kaliegh?"

He sighs and sets his feet on the ground. "She's my annoying cousin. Old North's daughter. We've never really gotten along, but she likes to aggravate me whenever she gets the chance."

I ponder on this for a while and then ask, "Who's 'Old North?'"

"My uncle." That's all he says, so I take that there's nothing quite special about him, must just be his nickname.

He sits back and finally looks at me. "So, looks like we're going to a party."

I have to learn how to dance. And let this be said, I cannot dance. I have tried and I have failed. I always trip over my own feet, but in this case it's even worse because I have to dance with another person.

Yesterday Jack brought me into an empty room, just plain walls and floor, and said that we'll practice here. After I stepped on his feet a few times he went to get shoes. He was gone for a half an hour. I stood standing in the middle of the room, playing with my fingers.

Today I'm just spinning around, watching my skirt twirl around me until I fall.

I'm lying on my back when Jack comes back from the bathroom. "Uh, what are you doing?"

I jump from the floor. "Nothing."

He laughs and walks over to me. I notice that he's wearing shoes. I also notice that they look to be a thousand years old. "Okay, so, you ready?" he asks. I shake my head. "Oh, come on. It's not too hard." I sigh and give him my hand again. He puts his hand on my back and pulls me closer to him, and we start dancing again. He mumbles numbers under his breathe, while I try to keep up with him. I just start to get the hang of it when I fumble and fall to the ground.

I pull at my hair. "Ugh! I can't do it!"

"Yes you can."

"Oh please," I protest. "We've been at this for hours. I can't dance. There's nothing to do about it." His face scrunches up in concentration. "When is the party again?" I ask.

He sighs. "Tomorrow." I groan again. We're silent for a few minutes, and then he says, "It doesn't matter. There's something else to do anyway." I ask what it is, but he shakes his head and pulls me from off the floor. He tells me to go into the living room and wait for him and then runs off, and so I do. I'm sitting upside on the couch when I see him looking down at me. I quickly turn and sit upright. He hands me the thinnest shoes I have ever seen in my life and tells me that I need to put them on. I do, and I find that they're only a little big for me. "Come on." He walks over to the door that leads to the outside, hesitates, and then opens it. He gestures for me to follow, and I practically skip after him. I'm going outside!

The first thing I notice is the wonderful icy air. The wind swirls with snow, but I can still see quite clearly. The ground beneath the porch is covered in snow. All the bright white around me is overwhelming, and I find myself squinting slightly. Jack closes the door and walks down the steps. I follow him, wondering why he didn't bother to lock it. We walk towards the forest of tall, purple trees with snow-covered branches. I turn around to see where we came from, and am surprised to see a giant house. I gape at it and figure that Jack must be a kajillionaire.

We plunge into the trees. I walk close to him, frightened at the immediate darkness that surrounds us. We walk in tense silence for several minutes, until I say, "Where are we going?"

"To a nearby village." He says simply. He seems very distant, and that aggravates me because he won't explain things that just make no sense to me. Like, for instance, as to why we're going to a nearby village. I wonder again if he can read my mind when he says, "You need clothes and shoes. You can't keep wearing the things my sister wore centuries ago." I nod in agreement because really, hand washing the same dress everyday gets tiring, and I'm not sure that I can wear this to Naomi's party.

After about an hour of walking – in complete silence might I add – I start to see lights. Manmade lights, or rather, Glaciviri-made lights. Jack stops walking. "Okay, this is as far as I can take you." He hands me a small pouch and says that there are ten coins in there, which should be enough for some clothes. I ask him why he can't go with me. "The village people don't exactly like me." he says with a pained expression. "You'll have to go on your own. Can you walk back by yourself?" He doesn't wait for me to answer. "Good." He vanishes. I sigh in anger with him for abandoning me, and then trudge my way to the lights.

The village is beautiful. There are wooden shops all around me, and farther to my left I can see houses. Snow rests on the roofs of all the buildings, and it looks like a winter wonderland. People of different shades of blue walk around with bags of food, clothing, and other such things. A few little children with pink hair run past me as I walk to a store with a sigh that says Clothing in yellow paint hanging over the door, and I smile at them. Once in the store I find the women's attire and pick out two skirts, one blue and one green, two shirts, one yellow and one pink, a few undergarments, and a long, lavender dress that I think I can wear to the birthday party of a three-year-old. I pay five coins for these. I find that I have to buy shoes from the cobbler, and a tall Glacivir – a male Glaciviri, as they call themselves – gives me directions.

At the cobbler's store I tell him that I have no time for him to make me shoes and ask if he might have any that would fit me. He brings back grey slip-ons, and they fit perfectly. I make a joke saying that it's like I'm Cinderella, and the old Glacivir looks at me as though I'm absurd. I give him two coins for the shoes and quickly leave.

It's dark out now, so the forest looks even more ominous. I clutch the bag containing my new clothes and the shoes Jack gave me and bravely walk into the woods. After walking for about three kilometers, I get the feeling that something is watching me. I pick up my stride on impulse, but stop dead when I hear growling somewhere in front of me. Somewhere close. My breath becomes shallow when I see a pair of glowing yellow eyes only five meters from me. I can see a crude outline of the beast that possesses the eyes and from what I can tell, it's a saber-tooth tiger. But that's only a guess since they've been extinct on Earth for millions of years. Then I realize that this is not Earth.

The creature lets out a terrible shriek, as a response I scream like a baby. It nears me, and my knees begin to buckle. It lunges at me, and I put my hands out as if they could protect me, waiting to for the animal to collide into me.

It doesn't. I peak my eyes open and peer over my hand to see the beast completely frozen with its front paws only decimeters off the ground. I wonder for a minute if Jack had come to my rescue, but don't see him.

I hear another shriek like that from the saber-tooth tiger far off, and run in the other direction. Branches scratch my face and arms as I run, but I don't care. When I grow tired, I stop and huddle up against a tree with my back to it and my bag in front of me. I cry silently, so as not to attract any dinosaurs. I cry at the fact that Jack left me completely alone in a place totally foreign to me to fend for myself. I cry out of utter freight at the prehistoric animal and whatever else I may encounter. I grip my legs so tight that my nails dig into my skin, but I don't really feel it. I sit like this for hours.

My sadness dissolves into anger after a while. Anger at Jack. How could he leave me by myself when I have no idea where to go or what to do? I can't believe that I liked him. What he's done is so awful. It's unforgivable, really. But that prophecy still stands, so I know I'll forgive him for it someday.

My anger turns back to sadness.

I start to hear things. Footsteps, maybe. I dig my nails into the palm of my hand, forcing myself not to move.

"Ana?" I hear. My heart swells with hope at the sound of his voice. Hope that I won't die alone in this forest, eaten by a mastodon or something.

I hear my name a few more times before I can see him, and when I do I leap up and collide into him, clinging to him and burying my face in his neck. I'm reassured by the familiar coldness about him and sigh in relief. He winds his arms tight around me, hugging me back.

"I'm sorry." he says into my shoulder. "I shouldn't have left you alone." He leaves our embrace, but I don't let go, so he still keeps one arm around me. I find myself glad at that in spite of my anger with him. He picks up my bag with his other hand.

I cling to him the whole way home.