Jack didn't know what to think.

For once in his immortal life, he was lost for words. The impish winter spirit could only stare at the beautiful emerald jade orbs returning his surprised deep blue eyes expression. There were times when the spirit of winter was taken off-guard a few times, certainly, but never so much like this before. It was as if time slowed down to him; as though the Man in the Moon was slowing down everything to give Jack this once-in-a-lifetime moment. The pale boy's face was in complete shock, as was the girl staring back at him. Neither wavered, blue meeting green as everything around them was suddenly meaningless. Jack was uncertain whether Sandy had knocked him out with sand and is giving him a good dream right now. If that was true, Jack would make sure to curse and thank Sandy later. There was just no way this could be happening right now, to him, it all happened fast.

It was another day of freezing landscapes. Jack was giving Corona a snow day for winter. He had watched with satisfaction as children all around the town cried in joy as they made snowmen and proceeded to hit one another with snowballs. Corona was a lively town; even the adults joined in on the fun. It was strange, really, how such an upbeat kingdom can be this... well... upbeat. No one thanked him for it, of course, none could have seen him. They didn't believe in him. That painful bitter reminder always liked to crawl up in Jack's mind occasionally, and he, in return, always pushed it back down. When he was finished with bringing joy to Corona, he left into the clouds, giving the forest next to the town a nice snow day. After having a quick survey of his work with a satisfying nod and a smirk, he was about to tell the wind to take him home. But as he was travelling around, he noticed something sticking out from the large forest.

From the sky, he saw with widened and interested eyes a tower hiding within a small valley, keeping itself from view from the rest of the world. Curiosity led Jack down towards the tall structure, noting how old it looked and wondering how long it had been there. Probably before I was born, he had thought with a smirk, going closer to it and landing on the only apparent entrance in: the window sill at the top of the aged tower. Careful not to break the pots of flowers decorating the tower, Jack deduced that someone must have been living here or visiting here occasionally, the flowers didn't look withered or dead, more like they are in the middle of summer. It was still day outside, with the sun beaming above, but that is soon to change with winter going over the area. The doors were open, so Jack took a little peek inside, curious as to who would live or go here.

The sunlight helped him see the place inside better, and he was with fascination the amount of paintings on the walls, and how everything was all neat and tidy, the exact opposite of him. He chuckled, now all the more curious to see who would live here. Stepping inside, uncaring if he made a sound that alerted anyone to his attention (not that anyone can see him anyway), Jack walked around the round room, his head taking in everything around him. Someone had to be living or coming here, this seems all too... recent. Maybe it's someone who prefers isolation, he thought wryly. Tapping his crooked staff against the floor, small ice spreading due to it, Jack wondered if maybe he give whoever lives or comes here a little fun. He almost laughed at the thought of a reaction from someone by seeing snow suddenly fall from the ceiling. Yeah, that would be hilarious-

The sound of small footsteps caused his head to whip around.

He managed to catch a glimpse of someone quickly running back into the room up the stairs. He raised an eyebrow, curious. Jack could have sworn he saw long blonde hair retreating into the second room. Flying upwards, the winter spirit landed on the top of the staircase and peeked through the velvet curtains serving as a door. A bedroom with a smaller mirror attached to it. There were paintings around the walls here as well, and, despite lacking any authentic interest in the activity, Jack had to admire the artistic skill of it. Steeping into the room, the winter spirit gazed around the area, deducing that perhaps, someone does live here. But who would be living here, all alone. Well judging from the large bed, whoever was here can't be all alone-

There was a sound of a creak from a wood, making Jack instinctively spin his head around and meeting the gaze of an emerald-eyed girl staring back at him, her back resting on the wall as she had a guarded look.

To say this person was pretty was an understatement. This girl, who looked about seventeen or eighteen, was possibly the most beautiful creature Jack had ever laid eyes upon. More beautiful than the snow he makes to mess with Bunny's Easter Hunts. Wearing a pink dress, this pink-skinned, green eye, innocent-looking angel looked like a blessing. Jack didn't know where he was getting these thoughts from, but he couldn't really do anything but stare, as the girl returned it. He was now toying on the idea that, perhaps, this girl was looking at him. But that can't be right, he would have a more better chance being believed by children than a teenage girl. Yet it was as though this girl, this angel in disguise, was staring straight at him and nothing else in particular. Should he say something? To confirm this ludicrous idea? He wanted, but words were stuck in this throat. This had to be a dream, Sandy had to be doing this to him.

"W-Who are you?" came the gentle yet guarded voice from the girl, and Jack suddenly had the slightest suspicion she was addressing him. The words, however, snapped him out of his trance and he glanced behind his shoulder, to see if she was talking to anyone else. No one, just a painted wall behind him.

"Who are you?" the angel in disguise asked again, putting more confidence and wariness in her beautiful voice as she waited for this... strange-looking thing to answer her.

Jack turned to regard her again, as she was inching towards the door in case of anything disastrous were to come.

"Can-Can you see me?" he finally answered, disbelief and shock in his voice at the fact that this beautiful creature could not only exist but also see him!

"Of course I can. Now, who are you?" she was very near the door now, and Jack thought she would run away any second now. The confirmation that she believes in his existence caused him to suddenly smile, grinning as the blonde-haired girl raised an eyebrow at him. He wanted to yell or cry in joy, because this truly cannot be happening to him right now. At last, finally, someone, a teenager no less, believes in him! In him! Jack left out a gasp of happiness and excitement as he resisted jumping in the air and proclaiming to the world that he had at last been seen. He didn't want to scare off this girl before him.

"You can see me! I... I can't believe this. After years of being alone, someone sees me!" Jack almost shouted, laughing in disbelief but still grinning at the girl before him, who had both eyebrows raised at him right now.

Remembering her question, Jack suddenly cleared his throat and said, while rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry, caught up in the moment... I'm Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter. But more importantly; who are you?"

His name seems to be familiar to the girl, whose eyes glinted in recognition. Wonder and joy started to take up on the girl's features. "Wait... you don't mean... the Jack Frost, right? Jack Frost nipping at your nose?"

"The one and same," Jack winked coyly, his composure and sensibility slowly returning to him. "But you didn't answer my question: what's your name?"

Flushing in embarrassment, the girl gave a smile and replied in return, "I'm Rapunzel."

There it was. That was the name Jack will be remembering for a long time. Rapunzel, the first person to see him. He thanked the Man in the Moon mentally, as it was possible this meeting is because of it. He smiled at her, which she returned shyly. What innocence, it was almost hard to believe she existed. And she was just wary of him a few minutes. Though there were still questions Jack had on his mind: who was this girl? How could she see him? Was she a child on the inside like him? Maturity was never Jack's strong suit, as he leaned on his crooked staff and looked at this girl, Rapunzel, who seemed to be full of excitement and childlike behavior it almost put him to shame. Any caution of her never came to be; it was as if every nerve of his trusted her not to be some person with the intent on hurting him, only defending herself. "...see proof that you're really Jack Frost?"

Her words, again, took him our of his stupor. "Sorry, what?" he said, realizing she had been talking while he was daydreaming.

Rapunzel giggled, though her eyes were avoiding his, Jack realizing his stare must be making her uncomfortable, "I said: can you show me anything to prove you're who you say you are, I want to see proof you're really Jack Frost?"

"Smirking, Jack took a mock-bow and tapped his staff against the a wooden floor, and Rapunzel gasped in awe and wonder as snow started falling suddenly from the ceiling, tentatively reaching up her small delicate hands as the cool touch of frozen liquid melted on her skin. Jack looked at the snow as well, admiring his work.

"You're really him!" Then, suddenly out-of-nowhere, Rapunzel did something unexpected and tackled Jack's chest, hugging him tightly. A gasp escaped his cool breath, as Jack had never been hugged in his immortal life, and could only stare for a moment before stroking Rapunzel's hair with his free hand. She let go of him abruptly, stepping back and smiling sheepishly, "Sorry, I guess I was so excited seeing as how you're and you're the real Jack Frost I've read about in my stories and you made it snow in my room and I can't believe you're actually here... sorry, I guess I was rambling..."

Jack was actually enjoying listening to her mumbling about him and he raised a hand to indicate there's nothing to worry for, "Hey it's fine, I'm actually glad someone actually sees me and is talking to me for once. And from someone like you, that's an added plus."

Blushing, Rapunzel avoided his gaze and tucked a hair strand behind her shoulder, which made Jack notice, that he didn't see before, the very, very long hair that almost covered the entire room, and the snow he made covering it. Tapping his staff against the floor, the snow ceased to be as he stared wide-eyed at the enormous pile of hair belonging to this angel. "...That's a lot of hair," he commented, raising an eyebrow at her as she suddenly gasped at his obvious statement.

"Stepping back from him further, Rapunzel put on a defensive look and attempted to bring all the hair to her while she stared at the confused and amused Jack, "Is that why you're here? To take my hair?"

"Wait... what?" the winter spirit blinked, wondering if he heard her correctly.

"You heard me, I bet you're here to steal my hair and sell it." she said in an accusing voice, giving a look that's telling him to dare and try it.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, slow down there for a moment," he replied, his hands making a peaceful gesture, "Why would I want your hair? It would probably slow me down as I'm going places. Plus I couldn't see it if I could; no one can see me but you."

"You're... not going to steal my hair?" her look softened a little, and she slowly retuned what hair she could pick up on the floor, ignoring the frost now covering it from the snow before.

"I promise you: I don't want your hair for any reason," Jack replied in full honesty, before smirking a little, "Unless I wanted long hair myself. But I'm far more comfortable with what I've got, thank you."

"Ignoring his last sentence, Rapunzel approached him cautiously, and Jack quickly noticed that she, like him, had nothing on her feet, and felt a little guilty that maybe the snow covering the floor will be freezing for her. Then the petite girl placed a soft hand on his cheek, causing an eyebrow from both of them: Rapunzel because of the coldness it emits, and Jack because he had never been touched like this before. "...You're so cold," the innocent girl says, as that was the only way to describe how it felt touching this boy's cheek.

"...And you're so beautiful..." Jack mumbled softly, before his widened his eyes in horror and realization of what he just said, as Rapunzel's cute eyes widened as well as she took her hand off him and looked away in embarrassment, both avoiding each other's eyes and blushing. Why did you say that you moron? Now you're going to scare her away! he scolded mentally to himself. What is with him? True he's blunt time to time, but the way he said came out of his control, as though it was a simple truth that needed to come out. Rapunzel didn't know how to reply to that, having just been complimented by a total stranger, so she decided an idea: changing the subject, that will work.

"So... you said no one can see you but me. Why?" she asked shyly, looking upwards to meet his dark-blue gaze again, which then looked clouded as soon as she asked that. Did she just say something wrong, did she just hurt him? "I'm-I'm sorry if I've offended you! You just said that before and I could help but be curious-"

Jack chuckled, raising a finger to her lips, causing her to halt in her rambling and making her blush again. "It's fine, don't worry yourself about it," his voice was more soft, trying to conceal the bitterness at what he was about to say next, "Ever since I was brought into life by the Man in the Moon, no one but the other spirits could see or hear me, everyone walks through me. I've been alone for a long time now, making snow days for kids to enjoy, ice for adults to slip on, and snowballs for people hit others with," he made a forced chuckle.

Rapunzel, however, somehow saw through the facade, looking intently into Jack's eyes, green orbs seeing the bitterness and sadness reflected from them, her own face showing concern for her new friend. To be alone for a long time... without anyone else to talk to. While he did mention that there was a "Man on the Moon" and other "spirits" he could talk to, Rapunzel cannot help but feel sorry for this winter spirit before her, who was making fun for others in the outside world and never being seen or thanked by others for it. "That's... so sad." she finally replied, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, causing Jack's own eyes to widen as he reaches to her and wipes to coming tears from her a beautiful peachy skin.

"Hey now... don't be so sad. Smile, I like it when you do that." A faint grin was given to her reassuringly.

Rapunzel could not help but release a slight smile at that, though she turned from him and glanced around the room, the snow Jack made earlier now small puddles, "It's just..." she began, "I've lived my whole life in here, never once outside and seeing the world for myself. Mother says the world is dangerous. But you..." she turned to him once again, his face confused, "you make it sound like the world isn't as bad as mother says. She says the world is full of bad people who want to take my hair for themselves."/p

What did he just hear? Her own mother keeps her daughter stuck in this tower and claims the world is evil? Sure it has a lot of bad people around, but not enough to make the world a dark and depressing place. It that were true, well where the fun be in that? "Your mother mustn't be going outside enough then. The world isn't that bad! And I don't think I've heard anyone ever talk about stealing hair anyway in my life." he put on a ludicrous face, causing the blonde-haired girl to raise an eyebrow, before giggling as he chuckled. Rapunzel was like a breath of fresh air, it was like talking to a child in a beautiful girl's body.

"Well... I don't know if the world is either good or bad, but one day I hope to go outside and see the floating lights- WHOA!"

Both spirit and girl barely registered the ice on the wooden as Rapunzel was going to take another step towards him, causing her to slip, and Jack attempting to catch her before she fell. Before they knew it, both their pink and pale lips met, eyes closed as Jack has his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling, Rapunzel instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. It took a few moments, the chameleon hiding in the corner counting the seconds, before both pairs of eyes opened in shock and their lips disengaged, stumbling back from another and both blushing beet red. Eyes were looking at everywhere except at the one where their lips had met just then.

Jack didn't know what to think: he just met a girl, a beautiful girl, who could not only see him, but also KISSED him by accident! Rapunzel didn't what to make of it either: she felt as though something was crawling around her stomach joyously. To the both of them: it felt rather... good.

"I'm sorry!" they both said in unison, looking at each other realizing their synced words before Jack started to laugh, Rapunzel frowning before doing so as well. After a moment, Jack rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and Rapunzel folded her arms behind her back in shyness. Was that a kiss they did? Like in those romantic novels mother had given her? Whatever it was, Rapunzel thought to herself, she certainly wouldn't mind it again, which caused her blush to go higher.

As though they trying to forget the whole thing, though both won't be forgetting it for a long time, both spoke at the same time, "What do you want to do now?" "Can you make it snow again?"

Jack smirked at her question, his embarrassment forgotten but still in the back of his mind, "Why? Do you want an encore of what we just did?"

It was fun seeing her blush, and she shook her head shyly before glaring at his widening smirk, "No! I just... want to play in the snow."

Raising an eyebrow, Jack's smirk was replaced by a gentle smile before he bowed, "As you wish, mi'lady". Despite her glare, Rapunzel could not help but giggle at the formality as Jack proceeded to make it snow again, causing the blonde-hair innocent girl to look at the falling white stuff in wonder. One this was clear to Jack: if this was a dream, he decided he never wanted to wake up again. Rapunzel's childish nature took over as she started running around the room, her arms spread and looking as though she is having the time of her life.

Jack watched on with amusement and wonder at her energetic childlike spirit, not so different to his own, and called out playfully, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

The question caused her to halt and look at his direction, nodding enthusiastically and saying with of so much excitement and happiness, "I never made one before, can you show me how?"

Her face faltered a little, expecting Jack to laugh at her question, but instead the winter spirit smiled and said "It's easy! Of course I can show you Punzie!"

She raised an eyebrow at the new name to her, but smiled anyway as Jack approached her, obviously taking delight at the idea "Then, show me how to make a snowman, Jack Frost!"

Both lonely teenagers laughed at the excited sentence and played with one another for a long time, the making of snowman before snowball fights and snow angels were made. They had only just met, but through the chameleon named Pascal's eyes, they were destined for one another.

This fic has been renamed from Snowman to Golden Frost, having started first as a Valentine's Day one-shot and now the beginning of a Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons I will be doing in the future. Hope you enjoy this start of a saga and perhaps, with your help, it will become something even greater. Until next time friends! :)