Thank you for reading the last chapter! :D Here's the second one~!

FrozenLanterns: D'aww~ Thank you :3 Yeah, it is kind of different. There will be more :D

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Chapter 2: Waiting and Surprises

She was slowly letting her guard down but she held herself together, "If you saw me last night, like what you're sounding to me, how come I didn't see you?"

He sat on the window seat, "Because you still don't believe in me that time."

She eyed him, "Is that so?" she said, still holding her sketchpad on defense mode, "Then prove to me that you are indeed Jack Frost."

Jack gave a sly smirk and tapped the floor with his staff. Slowly, the floor was getting covered with frost until the whole room was covered with it. Rapunzel was in awe. Her whole room was covered in frost! FROST!

She looked at him, her lips slowly curved into a smile, "Y-you're real!" she hugged him which caught him by surprise. She pulled away from him and looked at him through his eyes, "I… I knew it!"

He pulled her away a bit and walked around, scanning her room, "Of course I'm real… I've been Jack Frost for a really long time."

She sat on her bed and hugged her pillow, looking at him with all the wonder in the world and a smile so beautiful, "How long?"

He stared at her for a bit and shook his head, as he laughed a bit. He paced back and forth as he held his staff on his shoulder, "Ever since the Vikings existed."

With that, Rapunzel's jaw dropped, "But I thought you were—"

"Three hundred years old? No!" He frowned, "But I would love to be younger." He laughed. "That's the English version of me." He added. She kept quiet, still in shock. He smirked and sat on her study table with his arm and leg folded around his staff, "It was passed on by the Vikings. But, they still don't see me."

Rapunzel became even more confused, "Please elaborate."

Jack laughed and shook his head and leaned on his staff, "You see, after I became an… entity, I immediately made snow around the globe. These Vikings realized it was snowing, I guess earlier than it should, then suddenly, this elder—" he stood up and stood on the study table, "—got an idea that it was one of their gods, I guess, that made the snow. They called him Jokul Frosti, which is Jack Frost. From then on, it spread to the world."

Rapunzel stared at him, her chin on her palm as she listened to his story. She was so happy that time and that she was interested in everything he would tell her.

He looked at her and saw that she was listening attentively. He just smiled at it and looked at the floor as he remembered his past, "Russians call me Father Frost, Europeans call me Old Man Winter, which was kinda offending." He laughed, "Some call me as I am—Jack Frost."

Rapunzel hugged her pillow. She was blushing a bit, "So, is Jackson Overland Frost your real name?" she asked.

He smiled at her so charmingly, which made her blush even more. He was truly handsome, just like the portrait she found in the internet. He sat beside her. She abruptly yet quietly held her breath. He was so close!

"Well…" he started, "Almost." He looked at his staff, "Jackson Overland is the real name." Then his gaze shot up to her, "Speaking of names, what's your name?" he asked her.

Oh my gosh!, she thought. The Jack Frost is asking for my name!, she told herself. She inhaled first before answering, "I-it's Rapunzel."

Jack smiled so knowingly that it made her want to hide her face behind the pillow. His teeth were so white and the way his eyes glow when he smiles! It was just so perfect!

"Did your parents name you after a fairytale damsel?" he asked.

She only nodded, trying to hide her blushing face. Jack moved back to see her hair. It was incredibly long. He guessed that it reached her knees when she stood up. He looked at her, trying to search her face. He wondered why her face was buried in the pillow.

"You are living a Rapunzel life, aren't you? Long hair you have there."

She didn't speak. Not even a little squeak was heard. He frowned a bit and floated in front of her to see what she was hiding on her face. But the more he tried to look, the more she hid her face. Her hair was already getting in the way of his view. He raised a brow, "What's wrong Goldilocks? Sleepy?"

She shook her head. He also heard a muffled "No". He was going to say something to her but he suddenly remembered that he had to spread winter wonder to the other parts of the world. He flew out of her window ever so smoothly. Rapunzel noticed this and lifted her face from the pillow and looked at him. She still had the scarlet blush.

"I'm sorry but I have to go Goldilocks." He said with a soft smile.

Rapunzel ran to the window and looked at him with sadness, "Will you come back?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.

Jack stared at her, memorizing her features. Just as when Rapunzel was losing hope, he smiled at her, "Yeah. I'll be back in a week."

For Rapunzel, it was too long a time to wait but she can't do anything about it. Jack is a busy spirit. She smiled, still, despite her expectations turned down, "I'll wait for you here." She said.

He waved goodbye to her and was about to fly away but then he looked at her, "Can you give me more of those cookies you had?" he asked. She blinked and laughed, "Of course, Mr. Frost!"

If anything, Jack hated to be called "Mr." He smirked, "Just call me Jack." He said. He didn't wait for her reply. He just waved goodbye at her and flew away.

Rapunzel watched him as he disappeared into the distance. She sighed dreamily and sat on her window seat with a dreamy smile, "Jack…" she sighed again.

She closed the window a bit. She left a small gap so that when Jack came back sooner than she anticipated, he could go in. She was sleepy so she went to bed. Before she was able to sleep, she stared at the window. She saw snow falling, clumping on the small edges of the frame. She smiled. She stared at the snow outside.

Jack will be back soon, she thought to herself. She encouraged herself that he will be. Thoughts raced in her mind about him as she closed her eyes. Was he okay? What would he be doing right now? Where would he be right now? Will he keep his promise?

She opened her eyes abruptly. Will he?, she asked herself. She closed her eyes shut. Of course he will! Why wouldn't he? He seems nice and wouldn't break a promise.

"But he didn't say it as a promise, Punz." She said to herself. She tossed herself to one side and tried to sleep it off.

The next day, Rapunzel woke up. She did her early morning routine and ate her favorite breakfast—pancakes. She changed her clothes to a baggy purple sweater and black leggings. She wore purple Uggs and a light pink sweater around her neck. She braided a small portion of her hair and grabbed her bag on the table and went out. She thought of going to the grocery store then to the mall. She wanted to buy more of those cookies Jack wanted. She wanted to shop for more sweets that Jack might like more of the sweet food for winter. She was around the cookies and sweets section and grabbed four packs of Chips Ahoy! and three sets of Oreo.

She went to the meat section and grabbed two plates of chicken and pork. She stared at the sets. She glanced at the two. What kind of dinner would he like? She got both anyway. As she was shopping, she always thought about him. What kind of food he likes to eat; would he prefer chicken over pork or vice versa? Questions flooded her head even when she was paying for her groceries. She decided to go to the mall to buy a new set of paints.

While in NBS, she scanned some shelves for canvases and brushes. Then she went to the paint shelves. At the sight of the color blue, she smiled. She remembered his eyes and his hoodie. He was covered in frost by his shoulders and arms. His staff was covered with frost too. She took the paints she needed and bought them.

As soon as she got back home, she started to paint on her stocked canvas. She painted beside her window. She glanced outside once in a while so she could remember how he looked like. His eyes and how it glowed despite the darkness; his hair and how it shined under any light; his skin is so flawless yet stained by the cold.

She was smiling as she made the painting of him. In her painting, he is sitting on her window seat looking at her direction. He has his staff resting on his arm and his legs wrapped around it. She carefully made the snowy background with the moon so big in the sky. It wasn't finished yet. She only placed the basic form she needed.

What if she gave it to him as a present?

Her eyes widened and her lips curved to a wide smile. It was a great idea!

But… Would he like it?

She stopped painting. She looked at it and smiled with a bit of sadness. Why wouldn't he return sooner? A week is like, forever. She wished that they could spend more time together, getting to know each other. She wanted to find out more about him and his past, his origins, where he really was born and all that. She sighed. It was already sunset so she cleaned herself up and ate dinner. Before heading to bed, she went to her window seat. She looked up at the full moon above. It was so bright, so brilliant and so magnificent. She propped her chin on her palm and sighed with a hint of longing. And, without her noticing, she fell asleep there.

The next morning, her arm felt painful from that awkward sleeping position on the window seat. She went to school an hour earlier and reviewed their previous lessons. She wasn't always studying but she was one of the excellent students in her class. Today was a bit different than the other days. She was inspired to read. She saw every nook and cranny as an interesting matter. Everything that seemed so ordinary before now seemed so new and interesting. Heck! Even details on the whiteboard seemed so interesting.

She remembered her painting of him. She wanted to finish it before the week ends and wanted to show it to him as soon as he arrives. She closed her notebook and got her blank, un-margined notebook instead. It was for her doodles in class since her sketchpads are bigger and heavier. She started to sketch Jack Frost, flying and gliding in the air with a wide grin plastered on his face. She wondered if he loved what he was doing and that if he was fine being immortal and all.

Rapunzel brought out her colored pencils and colored her sketch. She tried giving detail to it as much as she could. If Jack likes her painting, maybe she would give this one too. She smiled at the thought of his return. She knew she was getting… addicted to this entity but who cares? She was happy that she met this entity and that he was real. Probably more real than half the inhabitants of the world even, she thought.

Days passed and it already has been a week since she first met Jack Frost. She was so excited to meet him that evening or even the whole day tomorrow. She drew him everyday in her notebook and colored it every time she had the chance. She prepared the cookies she bought on a Tupperware and a carton of milk on her bedside table. She was just finishing and adding final touches on her painting when suddenly he knocked on her window. It startled her but she was excited.

Rapunzel opened the window, "Hi Jack!"

Jack took off the hood of his jacket from his head and smiled at her, "Hey Goldilocks! What are you painting?" he tried to peek at the painting she was making but Rapunzel immediately faced it away from him.

"It's… it's a surprise." She said.

His eyes widened a bit. His smile grew wider, "Can I see it now?"

She looked at her painting, "Wait for it until it gets dry." She said as she placed it at the farthest corner of her room, away from him.

His eyes raised a bit and his smile softened, "Okay, Goldilocks."

She smiled at him and grabbed the plate of cookies and extended it to him, "I got you some cookies!"

His mouth opened as his sight turned to the plate of delicious cookies, "Awesome!" he grabbed two cookies at a time and ate them one by one.

Rapunzel sat at the edge of her bed and looked up at him. The heavy feeling of waiting was gone. The sight of him made her happy. Her mind rushed some ideas of what to do that night, what to say and what to ask. She was so excited that she was confused and panicking in her brain. She blurted out a question her mind popped up.

"S-so, how was the trip around the world?" she grabbed a part of her golden locks and combed it with her fingers.

He looked at her as he munched the cookies. He swallowed it, "It was fun. I got to freeze another fish bowl and stuff." He said and munched on another cookie.

"Are you happy?"

What a stupid question, Punz, Rapunzel thought to herself.

He turned to her, "Hm? What do you mean?"

"I mean," she cleared her throat, "Are you happy with what you're doing? Spreading winter fun and stuff?"

Jack smiled at the cookie in his hand, "Yeah," he said, "Probably because it's the only thing I do my whole 'winter spirit' life."

She stared at him, "Oh…" she said. Don't you have anything better to say!?, she scolded herself. She continued to mentally slap herself with self-insults but Jack spoke.

"So are you going to show me the surprise now?"

She almost jumped from her seat and grabbed the canvas. She faced it to herself first.

"I don't know if you'll like this but, early, merry Christmas, Jack." She said then gave it to him.

Jack looked at it. His eyes slowly widened; the straight line that his lips formed turned to a big smile, "You made this?" he asked in awe.

Rapunzel blushed and smile. She twirled her hair around her finger, "Do you… like it?"

He turned his head to her. She was shocked at his expression. His wide eyes and charming smile—it was so fascinating. Her heartbeat raised and she felt heavy yet it didn't feel painful. It felt more like a nice heavy feeling. Her cheeks felt hot and she couldn't breathe but it wasn't a problem. What is this feeling?

"Are you kidding? I love it!" he exclaimed. He looked back at the painting and adored how its colors were going together. She captured exactly how he looked like down to the last detail—it was remarkable!

Rapunzel's eyes glistened in joy. She grabbed her bag on the floor and rummaged for her doodle notebook. She flipped through pages and showed to him that she made more drawings of him.

"I-I thought that if you liked that painting, I should give you the drawings I made the past couple of days." She said.

Jack took the notebook and flipped the pages to see her sketches. She was truly gifted! He has seen a lot of great artist but she was a natural. Her sketches were so astounding and solid that it looked like it was printed.

"Wow, Goldilocks… You're very talented." He said and glanced up at her. She was staring at him.

Their eyes met.

He saw that her eyes were glistening; her cheeks were the color of scarlet; her freckles ran across her nose bridge; her long flowing hair had a portion of it braided; and her lips! Oh, her lips were a lighter shade of red—so glossy and so perfect!

His gaze at her softened then he gave a curt smile, "Thank you for the gifts." He said, "I would love to take them with me but—" he averted his gaze, "—I have no home to keep this."

Her expression of gentle happiness turned to confusion and a bit of shock, "What?" she with bewilderment, "You have no home?...W-why? How?"

"I live under a tree—I sleep there, eat there, rest there, hang out there." He explained.

Her chest tightened and this time, it was painful. She felt sorry for the poor spirit. He's been… "living" for a really long time but he doesn't live in a house. He must feel lonely without having anyone to return to or spend his long lifetime with. Being a creature of legend must be really hard, having no one to be with, she thought.

"You make this your home, Jack." She said. He looked at her with a confused expression that it made her panic, "I-I mean, you can make this your second home. Of course you can't make this your first home because you still have your tree a-and—" she was cut off by him.

"No, no." he said, "It's fine, Goldilocks."

It kind of made her sad because a part of her knew that he wouldn't accept the offer, and that part of her ate her hope. It's not going to happen, Punz. You're crazy, she thought to herself. He's not going to live here with you! That's—

"I'll make this my first home from now on." He grinned at her.

She could only stare at him in utter shock. She didn't know how to react. Would she squeal? Would she jump for joy? Would she smile even?

He walked around her room, "It's pretty nice to live under a real roof in a real house. Though—" he looked outside the window, "I'm not used to sleeping on soft cushions and feathery pillows." He glanced back at her with his trademark smirk.

She gave him a bright grin; "I could get a comforter for you and a less-than-fluffy pillow to sleep on!"

He shook his head, "Nah, the carpet's fine. Just the floor is nice too."

He honestly preferred the carpet but it's not his house. And he was kind of embarrassed that Rapunzel—a nice, pretty, remarkably talented and fine lady— would let him—a mischievous, unheard of and not-so-great of a spirit—stay with her. He was used to the cold anyway.

He looked at her. She was smiling at him. She always smiles at him. Not that he didn't want her to but, he's never met a person, better yet, a girl, who always smiled. Oh please, I don't have much girl friends, he thought. He wasn't used to it… yet.

"You can sleep on the window seat if you want." She said and it made him snap back to reality. "Hey Jack…" she looked down at her hands.

He raised a brow in curiosity. Was she blushing?

"Can you tell me more about yourself?" she continued, still looking down at her now-fiddling hands.

He blinked and then smiled curtly at her. He sat with his feet up on her bed.

"I could also transform, you know?"

"Really? Into what?"

"A human boy."

Gasp. He could do that?

End of Chapter


Derp. I'm sorry I had to end it there. This chapter wasn't the most exciting but I hope you liked it. And… I hope you continue supporting this fan fic :D

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