A/N: I was originally planning to make fanart for every chapter of Frostbite, but considering the speed at which I draw, that will take forever lol. My goal IS to eventually get to them all, but for now I was thinking if my lovely readers out there could tell me their favorite chapters/scenes so far, that will give me a good starting point!

And just because I wanted to try out the poll thingie for the first time, I have a poll up on my profile. But if you liked a specific scene, just let me know via review/PM.

I also have my first RotG fanart up on my deviantart account, check it out! (take out spaces, replace 'dot' with a period and 'slash' with a slash )

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Thanks, and enjoy!

Girlfriend II

Jamie wondered if there was something wrong with him.

He had just gotten off the phone with Marron, possibly for the last time, and yet all he felt was a sort of numbed relief. That couldn't have been the appropriate reaction to what was most likely a break-up with someone he'd been in a relationship with for 3 years. After all, she had been first and foremost a good friend. But now that it seemed like they would most likely never see or talk to each other, he should have felt at least a little sad, right?

Maybe it was because he'd been expecting it. Their conversations lately had been nothing but tense, and even the casual ones had held a vague sense of general irritation. But lately something about her just made him want to argue, although he had no idea what.

Jamie sighed as he flopped back onto his bed, resting a hand on his forehead. He could still remember their first argument so clearly, if only because it had caught him completely by surprise.

"You're never here, Jamie. I mean, you are, but it's like you're always too busy daydreaming to even pay attention to me."

"But...I've always been like that. And you knew me before!"

"Would it hurt to grow up, just a little? You won't even come over to my house after school because you think you'll miss your stupid imaginary friend! How am I supposed to even compete with that?"

What was he to say to that? He had, after all, thought they had been perfectly fine. Since they'd already been good friends, he hadn't been aware something was supposed to change.

Every subsequent argument after that had been about the same thing. Look at me, pay attention to me, stop talking about Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, JACK FROST, why are you acting like you're still 10 years old...

In the end, she'd started becoming too embarrassed to hang out with him in public. It was a wonder they simply hadn't broken it off right then and there, but for some reason, she'd still called him almost every day to just talk. Even after they'd started going to their respective colleges, she'd still called.

Tonight however, she'd apparently gotten drunk, and had proceeded to call him and literally wail into his ear. About how it was over between them, how sorry she was, how messed up he was, that she'd been hoping to fix him of his problem and to please please forgive her that she'd failed. When he'd tried to ask what problem he was supposed to have, she'd just blubbered some nonsense about not wanting him to turn into Peter Pan like her dad, made a few more wet choking noises, then abruptly hung up.

He'd been thoroughly confused of course, but had recognized the drunken break up for what it was. Even if Marron called back later to say she didn't mean it, there was no point in continuing their relationship. There hadn't been, for the past 2 years.

"Jamie! You'd never believe what- hey, what's wrong?"

The brunette turned towards his window to meet startled ice blue eyes. Slowly, he lifted a hand to his cheeks and realized they were wet. When had he started crying? "I...I don't..."

Before Jamie could even finish the half-formed sentence, he was suddenly enveloped in a rush of blue and white. And just like that, the numbness broke, making way for the torrent of guilt and regret of losing his friend.

As he watched his tears freeze against the Guardian's sweater, Jamie vaguely wondered how such an ice cold embrace could be so warm.

A/N: The 'nonsense' about Peter Pan and Marron's dad...kudos to anyone who knows what I'm actually referring to!