Sorry for the long wait! I'm still working on this ark of the story so there may be another break soon but I didn't want to keep you hanging any longer!

The idea for this ark came from Randomly Talented.

If anyone has songs or ideas they would like me to try please send me PM's and reviews. I'd be happy to oblige!

It started is only a few small hiccups. And elbow that went through his arm, a pair of eyes that passed over him, but it soon became painfully apparent that the adult members of the family were starting to stop believing in him. When Jack noticed this he realized that deep down, he thought that this was inevitability. He himself would probably let a lot of belief fall away when he was human and the world realistic/scientific knowledge had grown a lot in the last 300 years. That made it even harder for people to just accept things that could not be proven. And the proof they did have was easily explained away. The floating pots and pans he'd brought for Dimitri; that was just one of the many kids who were present, his face a blur from his fast movement. The ramps attention the younger family members gave him; I huddle for a shared game. The wind and ice that followed him everywhere; nothing but the early cold of November. Still knowing all this didn't make it hurt any less but his family, his sister's descendants, wouldn't believe in him. And it was hard to accept.

Jack was in the only one who saw what was happening. Jamie noticed the interactions, or lack thereof, and how they hurt his friend/many times great uncle. Eventually he walked over to his parents.

"Mom, dad?"

"What's up Jamie?" Mary asked.

I'm worried about Jack." Jamie held his breath. Had his parents stop believing too?

Albert heaved a sigh. "So you noticed to huh?"

Jamie let the breath he'd been holding out in relief. "Yeah, what happened? Everyone could see him not long ago?"

Mary drew her son into a hug. "The best I can guess is shock."

"What do you mean?"

"When people are shocked all rationalized sanction goes out the window and their guard goes down. That leaves us open to what we usually would push away as in possible, so therefore not real, and we accept things more."

"The only problem," Albert continued. "Is that when we get a chance to calm down that tendency to try and explain everything comes back and once again we brush off what can't be explained."

"But what about the stories, the drawings? Wouldn't that prove Jack is real?"

"That sketchbook/album has been missing for years; all the stories and drawings in it are new to almost everyone. Even to those who have heard and seen them before the letter from Penny I found has never been seen." Mrs. Bennett explained.

"But, you two believe!"

"I'd like to think that it's because we still have some childhood like belief in us. But in all truth I'm not sure why we are different." Mr. Bennett said.

Jamie thought for a moment. His dad had been the first two, literally, bumped into Jack and that had been after a bit of Jack's magic and hit them. His mom had seen Jack and spoken to him and that had been connected to the album, its drawings, and the letter which gave her a start. Maybe the right combination of the two was what was needed, but how to do that. That's when the memory of that night when he'd been about to give up his own belief came back to him.

Jack had frosted the window and drawn Easter images, then brought the one of the rabbit to life. The magic of that moment had brought his belief flooding back. And when the rabbit had become a flurry of snowflakes he'd been trying to puzzle out what happened. While puzzling a flake had landed on his nose and that reminded him of the same: Jack Frost nipping at your nose.

Jamie's eyes lit up with an idea. "What if Jack told some of his stories and while doing it showed off some of his magic?"

"It may work, but remember Jamie, after a while they still might write it off as a dream or something of the like." Mr. Bennett cautioned.

"Not if they all have the exact same memory, and if Jack comes back every year and does it again…." He left it open to see if his parents would come to the same idea he had.

"Then it would become harder and harder to brush it off as the stories are added to the families collection." Mrs. Bennett finished.

"Right! I'm going to go tell Jack!"

As Jamie left to do just that Mary and Albert shared a smile, proud of how caring and creative their son was.

When Jamie told Jack his idea, the winter spirit didn't quite know what to say. Using his magic in the way Jamie suggested was something he had little practice in. Then again since joining the guardians he'd had been able to learn a lot. In his years alone practicing and learning his powers had been mostly trial and error in isolated places so that the inevitable backfires couldn't cause any major damage or harm. But by training with bunny, Sandy, tooth, and North, Jack had been astonished by how much he'd learned and grown. So much in fact that, even though he didn't know for sure if the snow creation idea would work for long, he was eager to give it a try.

"What you think Jack?" Jamie asked.

"Let's do it!"

"All right! Hey everyone, Jack's going to tell us some stories!"

The kids rushed over to them, Jack and Jamie noticed that several adults gazed around the room with confused looks on their faces. Reason clouded minds struggling to see the person who was supposed to go next, but they didn't let it bother them.

"Okay," Jack started when the room was quiet. "Let's see." As he thought of a story to start with he built up his magic so he could create his Frost creations to add to the story.

I will also be creating a training story, like was mentioned in this chapter, to "Songs of 300 years". So stay tuned!