AN: This is my very first story attempt, and I honestly do not expect it to be good at all. Also, BOLD text is either a bijuu, summon, or jutsu name. I will be using Japanese terms for shadow clones and elements, actual jutsu names will be English. Also, Naruto will be a little bit smarter and observant, as well as have better than average smell, hearing, and sight. Like, the kunai he threw at the snow rabbit on the way to wave was NOT a coincidence.

Prologue: Credits go to u/9shadowcat9 on reddit, thank you for permission to use this. Made a couple of changes so it's more my style, but mostly left it the same.

Bijuu/summon talking: "Naruto"

Bijuu/summon thinking: 'Damned brat'

Human talking: "Iruka Sensei, you owe me Ramen!"

Human thinking: 'Fish ramen is the best'

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, Neji wouldn't have died cos that was just completely unnecessary.

Konoha still told stories of that awful night on the tenth of October years before, where a blizzard had blown with such a ferocious wind that no one could see a few feet in front of them. Everyone took shelter in buildings not designed for such severe weather, shivering as the cold seeped into their bones. And in the distance, invisible through the sheet of white, a loud roar as the nine tailed fox attacked. Buildings collapsed, a wall was destroyed and all people could do was listen desperately; lest the construct approach, they would all be doomed.

And when the snow cleared, all they saw was the destruction it had left behind and the child that contained the monster.

A baby with snow white hair and faint whisker marks across his cheeks.

Naruto sat quietly on a swing, watching the other children being taken home by their parents. His hair had started to turn blonde with the spring, causing streaks of yellow to appear in the white. Not that it could be seen with the snow gathering on his head. As if summoned by his loneliness a little cloud had appeared over him, creating a little snow flurry that seemed resistant to melting with the heat. It also had the unfortunate side effect that Naruto wouldn't be able to enter a store to buy food, the shop owners furiously telling him to keep his bloodline ability under control whenever his snow ruined the stock they carried.

Because it had to be a bloodline he carried. A rare one that no one else in Konoha had. Maybe the rest of his family had all been killed like Sasuke's family had been, but no one would tell him when he asked. One of the older kids in school had started a rumour that Naruto was a bastard from the Land of Water, and perhaps it was true.

How else would an ice bloodline appear in the Land of Fire?

There was probably something weird about how obsessed Naruto was with eating fish. Specifically, the fish ramen at ichiraku. Made with fresh fish at his request and bursting with flavor, Naruto couldn't help but drool at the mere thought of eating it. Teuchi laughed as Naruto ordered his fourth bowl. It was a shame that he was banned from telling the small boy how much he looked like his mother at that moment.

Even in the dead of winter, Naruto didn't wear a coat. The coldest winter night might as well be a spring day for him, which was good considering how no matter how old he got he still couldn't stop the accidental summoning of a small snow storm. He had learned to use it in his pranks though, using the snow to hide in as he painted buildings and snuck into the Hokage's tower. He disappeared into it like it was a cloak, invisible to almost everyone. (The Hyuuga could spot him with their eyes and had been forced on Naruto watch at least twice.)

But the boy didn't wear a coat, didn't need one and all it did was remind the adults of how much he didn't belong to their village. As everyone bundled up to keep warm (Not remembering a cold autumn night where the snow killed the elderly in their homes and destroyed the power lines to the hospital. No, they refused to acknowledge the night where they were suddenly reminded of how fragile their bodies were to something as basic as the cold), Naruto ran the streets laughing in his black t shirt. Summoning snow for children to play in, creating an army of snowmen to block doors when no one was looking.

His white hair stuck up like it was being blown by a winters breeze and his eyes were a bright blue like a frozen lake.

He was winter personified. And every adult who looked at him was well aware of how deadly winter could become when angered.

AN: This is most likely going to be the shortest chapter of this fic, less than 1,000 words. My aim is to have at least 2,000 per chapter after this. Also, if you are reading this, thank you!