A/N: So, this is just a little idea that popped into my head a while ago. For this first bit I'm going to mostly just follow the first movie, with maybe a few changes, but after that I may need some suggestions on what should happen.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Just my ideas. And unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that still doesn't make Jack mine.

Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold. And I was scared. But then, then I saw the moon. It was so big, and it was so bright. It seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore.

A young girl's body slowly rose out of a small pond. She wasn't any normal girl though, that much was obvious at just a glance. Her hair was snow white, falling just past her shoulders. She was pale, almost as pale as your typical corpse. She wore a brown dress with a brown cape around her shoulders. There were no shoes on her bare feet.

That night, the moon was full, and so bright it blocked out the stars. As the ice around the girl broke, she gasped for air. Breathing was something she hadn't done for quite sometime.

At first, the girl was frightened. That is, until she stared up at the moon. Her fears seemed to blow away in the cold wind.

For a while, the pale child just floated a few feet above the ground. Then she was gently lowered and her feet touched the frozen pond. Despite the fact that she didn't have any shoes on and was just in her bare feet, she wasn't cold. In fact, she didn't even feel the cold water that hung onto her hair and clothes.

Why I was there and what I was meant to do, that I didn't know. And part of me wonders if I ever will.

She tried walking. Her toes hit something hard. Looking down, she saw that she had stepped on a wooden crook. She nudged it with her foot. Instantly, frost began to spread across the staff. When the girl picked it up, frost shot out of the straight part of the stick. A playful grin lit up the girl's face. She grabbed the stick and ran over to one of the trees. More frost spread onto the trees when she poked them with her stick, a beautiful pattern of ice.

The girl laughed and ran back to the pond. She slid around, causeing frost to erupt from her stick and cover the frozen water. All the while, the young girl was laughing. It wasn't until a huge gust of wind blew into her that she stopped.

"Woah!" she cried. The wind spun her around as if she weighed nothing. Which, to be fair, she wasn't exactly a large girl. Quite the opposite. Her skinny frame made her clothes look huge on her, and she was barely over five feet tall. Even still, getting flung around by wind seemed a bit much.

At first, the girl flailed around, unsure of what to do. Then she got stable, and simply floated above the trees. She let out a gasp, and laughed again. From up in the air, the girl could see the beauty she had created on the pond.

It was short lived though, as the wind suddenly died down, causing the girl to fall. She let out a yelp as she tumbled into the trees. Luckily for her, she was caught by a tree branch before hitting the ground. Groaning, she sat up. A giggle escaped her lips once she realized that she wasn't hurt.

The young girl noticed a puff of smoke in the air. With a bit of difficulty, and a lot of crashing into trees, she managed to use the wind to fly over to the little village the smoke was coming from.

Her landing wasn't the greatest, and she crashed into the ground. That didn't discourage her though. She popped up, and started walking around, observing her surroundings.

"Hello." When that person didn't reply, she moved to another person. "Hello." Still nothing. Maybe the were busy right now. "Good evening ma'am," she greeted one woman.

A small child was running towards the girl, chasing a dog. The girl felt herself smile at the little boy. She didn't seem to remember much, but she apparently liked kids. "Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?" she asked the boy. To her great suprise, the child ran right through her. As if she wasn't even there.

The girl gasped. Having the boy run through her sent a chill up her spine. The unsettling feeling she felt almost hurt. She couldn't stop gasping. Why didn't he see me? Am I a ghost? Am I dead? Am I even here?

Stumbling backwards, away from the child, she ran right through a group a people. All of them went through her. Everytime a person walked through the girl, the same chill and pain ran across her entire body.

My name is Jackie. Most know me as Jack Frost. How do I know that? The moon told me so. That's all he ever told me.

Panicked, the girl summoned the winds and flew very ungracefully back to her pond. There, she sat down, her stick across her lap, and sobbed. She was confused and scared and hurt. What am I? Who am I?

She heard a faint voice in her head.

You are Jackie Frost, young winter spirit. You will be called Jack Frost.

And that was a long, long time ago.