A/N : This chapter is... Not that great I think. I'm having a hard time transitioning from one part of my big idea for this to the bigger, better part. Think of this as a crappy little run down bridge that leads you to a really awesome place... of awesomeness. :/ ok. Here we go! (haha I'm a loser, that's a Mario reference XD )

Chapter 4

"...Jack Frost... Nipping at my nose..."

The wind swirled my hair across the ice. With eyes still closed, I sang the next verse.

"Yuletide carols being sung by a choir..."

I paused, took a deep breath, and continued.

"And folks dressed up like Eskimos."

I laid back down on the ice, eyes shut and at peace. I sensed that someone was listening to me though, and became embarrassed, but dismissed it as impossible. I was alone out here on the pond. Like I had always been alone. It seemed to be a constant in my life.

"That was a nice song. My favorite part was the bit about me nipping at your nose, though."

My startled eyes flew open in shock as I shrunk back in surprise at the lower voice. It must have come from the strange hooded boy sitting on the pond crosslegged. How did he get this far out onto the pond without me hearing him? I can't even close my eyes for 2 seconds...

"What the... How did you... No, where did you... Look, who are you?!"

I was mostly stunned, but a tad angry as well. I owned the land he was trespassing on, and I sure was curious as to exactly how he had gotten this far past the fence. Then he spoke from beneath the hood over his head.

"So, just to be clear, you can see me, right?"

I gave him an incredulous stare before replying with the obvious answer.

"Yes. Are you crazy or something? Of course I can see you!"

I stood up and inched away, suspecting that the boy was actually crazy. I mean come on. Who just asks people they've just met if they can see them? The boy grinned and continued the one-of-a-kind conversation.

"Oh. Well now that that's cleared up-"

"Woah, woah, woah. Chill dude. Answer my question. Who. Are. You?"

A silence passed between us. The hood concealed everything but his mouth and nose. He seemed to be gathering up his courage or something from the anxious frown he wore. Then he finally smirked.

"I'm Jack Frost. Who're you?"

My eyebrows rose in unison. Was he serious? Definitely crazy then. It was my turn to smirk.

"You've got to be kidding me. Jack Frost, huh?"

The boy bowed like a gentleman and spoke with sincerity.

"The one and only."

I took it all in. Crazy guy claiming to be a Jack Frost. On my land. No shoes. Bare feet. Thin, brown pants cut off at the calves. The blue hoodie was the warmest thing he had. He also had a beautiful staff shaped like a sheppard's crook resting across his shoulders. I vaguely wondered where he had gotten it. I wanted to make eye contact with him, but the stupid hood covered his eyes.

"Hey, take off your hood..."

The boy shrugged his shoulders a bit, then grasped the hood with his free hand and pulled it back. His shaggy, snow-white hair surprised me. He didn't look old. Heck, he looked my age. Bright, blue eyes looked across the ice into mine expectantly. He was quite handsome. But I quickly reminded myself that he was crazy as well. Recalling his odd clothing, I spoke.

"Um, aren't you cold? You're barefoot. It's like you're asking for frostbite."

He playfully rolled his eyes and kept that smirk glued to his face.

"Do I look cold to you? And now you have to answer my question."

If this new development wasn't enough, I was still in disbelief that this guy wasn't missing toes from the below-zero temperature. I decided to answer his question anyways.

"Fine. I'm _."

He reached out his hand towards me, and I reluctantly shook it. His hand was the temperature of an ice sculpture, and I hadn't expected it. How was he living like that?

"Nice to meet you, _."

"You too?"

I quickly reclaimed my hand from the cold. He smiled, laughed, and looked at the ice.

"You don't believe a single word I've said."

He looked up, eyes shining dangerously, daring me to deny what he had said. I decided to try my luck anyways. I could take him.

"Well, I think you're borderline crazy. For wearing that in this weather, and for claiming to be-"

"Jack Frost?"

I stared back into his eyes, challenging him to prove his claim. He continued.

"At least you're honest."

He smiled triumphantly as my jaw hit the ice. It couldn't be possible. He was... hovering over the pond, feet in mid-air. His laughter rang out in reaction to my astonished face. I blinked several times, stared some more, looked him up and down, and stood in awe.

"This isn't possible... How?"

Maybe I was dreaming.

"I already told you, I'm Jack Frost. Try and keep up _."

He touched his staff to the pond's frozen surface, and beautiful arms of frost spiraled outwards towards my skates. I looked up at him.

"You're for real, aren't you?"

He flew over to me.

"Yes. You believe in me, don't you?"

His blue eyes searched my face. I was confused.

"Well, no. Not since I was a little girl."

He seemed a little hurt. Then I realized something. The song!

"But when I sang the song about you-"

"You believed long enough for me to appear. And now that I'm standing here, you have no choice but to believe in me."

He nodded his white head, agreeing with himself, hair shimmering.

"Usually... only younger kids see me. You understand. No one your age does anymore."

He seemed excited to have met someone close to his year. I stood quietly, my mind having a WW3 with itself. Is it possible...? No, of course not! But... He's right here! He just demonstrated supernatural abilities, and you're still not convinced? Now who's acting illogical? I mentally sighed and looked back up at Jack.

"So, Jack, how old are you anyways?"

I couldn't believe that I was allowing myself to accept Jack for who he claimed to be.

"18. For like, I don't know... A couple centuries? What about you?"

I found his eagerness amusing... And... As much as I hated to admit it, kinda cute.

"I'm 17. For 1 year."

He laughed at that. I found myself smiling again. He cleared his throat and spoke up.

"So, I saw you skating earlier. Well I guess I was kinda watching you skate earlier. Anyways. I noticed that you took quite the beating."

I blushed from embarrassment, but managed to look him in the eye. He continued.

"Well, er... That was sorta my fault. See, I command the wind and stuff, so that was me knocking you down."

He locked his eyes on the ice apologetically, avoiding my gaze, seeming to be begging for forgiveness and truly embarrassed at what he had done. His hands wrung his staff nervously.

N/A : Ok so it wasn't THAT bad I guess. It was acceptable. Anyways, I've got big plans for you and Jack. It's gonna be awesome. Tell me what you think of me just leaving a blank for your name to be inserted. Effective? Confusing? Tell me :) really... I'm for real right now. Click that review button. No one's stoppin ya. No lie brosky. Too far? Ok. Bye. :P