This story is Bennefrost and is rated M for later chapters. Appropriate warnings will be underlined at the start of each chapter. So don't let the M-rating keep you from reading. :)

It will also be the second story I have written. I'm actually super surprised how little BenneFrost there is out there. (Only 14, wut?!) So I plan on a good ol' hurt/comfort/angst/romance with eventual smut that also brings up some important questions about life and such.

(Everyone will be of consenting age. AKA no statutory rape. No thanks.)

So please enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated.

I do not own most of the characters in the story. All rights go to DreamWorks II Holding Co., LLC.

Prologue

"Jack!" I called as I burst out of my house only to see the world blanketed in a protective layer of snow. It was my birthday and school was cancelled…There was no way that this was a coincidence.

"Jamie!" I heard Pippa yell from across the street. As quickly as she could, she trudged through the dense sea of snow to make her way over to me.

I quickly zipped up my coat and jumped off my porch to meet Pippa. Looking around, I waved as I saw Monty, Claude, Caleb, and Cupcake coming out of their houses down the street as well.

"Have you seen him?!" I asked excitedly as I stumbled a little and grabbed Pippa's arms to hold myself steady.

She laughed as I tripped and replied, "No. But he's gotta be around here somewhere…" She turned her head as she saw the twins and Monty approach. "We'll just have to make him come out…" she said mischievously.

I smiled knowing what she meant and then quickly bent down to pack a snowball, Pippa following my lead.

"Snowdayyy!" Claude and Caleb shouted as they broke into a run and charged towards Pippa and me.

Pippa and I both pitched our snowballs as hard as we could at the approaching boys, who both leaped off to either side of the sidewalk, leaving Monty wide-open.

Our snowballs collided into his head and chest, making Monty trip and fall face-first into the snow. But I knew he was ok. Monty was clumsy, but he was still tough.

Monty proved me right as he stood up laughing and rummaging around in the snow to collect a mass of weaponry for himself. The rest of us followed suit and fumbled to quickly gather ourselves a group of projectiles.

I saw Monty raise his arm with Claude and Caleb right behind him. Pippa and I assumed the position as well and we all froze, glaring at one another. I could almost hear the Old Wild West theme song whistle in the background. The tension was thicker than frozen custard…

Claude let out a shriek as an unusually large snowball struck him in the back of the head, scaring him into dropping his own snowball.

"GO!" Cupcake yelled as she leaped out from behind a tree.

The battle was on.

We ran and ducked and threw as fast as we could. I was hit so many times that I lost count and I threw so many snowballs, I don't even know if they hit. All that mattered was we were free.

Our snowball war had forced us to move to the nearby park as we tried to escape one another. Pippa was on my team while Claude, Caleb and Monty were against us. Cupcake was the wild card, throwing snow at anyone that came within her target zone.

After a while, we all fell panting and gasping into the white blanket. Cupcake started to absentmindedly make a snow angel next to me, while I just stared up into the grey, winter sky watching my hot breath freeze into small clouds each time I exhaled.

"Miss me?" a familiar voice said from behind my head.

"Jack!" I jumped in surprise and scrambled to stand up to greet the Guardian behind me. He stood there, looking like always in his blue, frosted hoodie, brown pants, and holding his hooked staff. I threw myself into him, wrapping my arms around his middle, and hugging him tightly.

"Urmph. Wow, Jamie, you've definitely grown since last year," he chuckled while reaching an arm around my shoulders to hug me back.

I pulled back from him and looked proudly up into his face, which was much closer than before. My head came up to his shoulders now.

"Yeah, well, I'm twelve now. My doctor says I'm about to go through a growth spurt soon!" I said as my friends gathered around us as well.

His lips pulled back into a one-sided smile as he looked down at me again. "Well, happy birthday, Jamie," he said a softer tone.

"Hey! How come you never give us a snow day on our birthday?" Claude protested.

"Because our birthday is in June, dum dum," Caleb answered for him shoving his brother a little.

Jack let out a hearty laugh and exclaimed excitedly, "Well, the day's not over yet! Let's have some fun!"

The snow spirit aimed his staff at the ground and let out a wave of magic. Very quickly several ice sleds were fashioned out of the glistening snow.

All of us cheered and rushed forward to grab one of the sparkling treasures before charging up the hill. Claude and Caleb dived onto the ice sleds and rocketed down the hill first.

They were so fast! I couldn't believe it and I couldn't wait to try them out myself. When it was my turn, I leaped onto my sled and slid over the lip of the hill.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I squinted as the cold air whipped past my face. It was like I was flying! I slid down the hill faster than I'd ever gone, before I collided into the large mound of soft, powdery snow that Jack had conjured at the bottom.

I poofed out of the pile, hooting and hollering, before grabbing my sled and running back up the hill. Jack skated around us, taking in all the joy and fun he was helping us have.

After I reached the top of the hill for the third time, I figured I should try something different. Since Jack was skating around on his ice and snow, maybe I should try the same…

I positioned my sled with my arms before pushing it over the edge and hopping into a crouched position while gripping the sides with my hands. As I neared the bottom, I stood up.

"Jamie, wait!" I heard Jack shout as my change in balance caused my sled to slide off-course.

I missed Jack's protective snow pile and instead skirted by it at top speed before flying off my sled. Thankfully, a tree stopped my trajectory.

I lay in the snow underneath the massive pine tree dazed and confused. I could hear my ears ringing and the faint echoes of my friends' voices as they made their way over to me.

Jack was in front of me in a second, crouched on the ground while holding his staff in one hand. "Jamie! Are you ok?" he asked with a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah…I'm ok," I said as I sat up and concentrated on making the world stop spinning.

"No, you're bleeding!" Jack said pointing above my eyes.

I reached up and gently wiped my fingers across my forehead before bringing them down to see that they were smudged with blood.

"It's ok, I'll fix it," Jack assured me.

But I didn't want to seem like a baby just for having a small cut... "No, Jack! Really, I'll be fine. I'll just-"

But my breath stopped as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against my forehead. His kiss grew cold against my skin and he pulled back looking at me expectantly, but his face fell when he saw my expression.

"Jamie, what's wrong? Your face is all red…"

"I'm fine!" I said pushing him away from me. "I'm just really warm."

My friends finally reached us, panting and gasping from the long run. "Jamie! Are you alright?" "What's wrong?" "Are you hurt?"

"Guys! I'm fine!" I said standing up and brushing the snow off my coat. "Let's build a snow fort!" I added trying to change the subject.

Monty and Claude were immediately behind the idea and ran off to gather supplies. The rest of us followed close behind. As we were walking, I reached up to touch my forehead. The cut was gone...

I shyly glanced over at Jack only to see him still looking at me with the same concerned expression from before. I quickly turned my head and walked faster as I felt my face start to heat up again.

Why was I so bothered anyway? It's not like I haven't done the same thing to my sister when she was hurt.

Maybe it was just because no one near my age has ever kissed me before. Not that Jack was anywhere near my age, but he only looked to be a few years older than me. Maybe it was just because he was a boy. It was weird…

I shook the thoughts out of my mind so I could focus on having fun. It's not every day that the Guardian of Fun comes to visit anyway, so I need to enjoy it while I can. My birthdays with Jack have been some of the best memories of my life, I only wish that he came more often…

At the end of the day, after my mom had sent me to bed, I opened my window to let in the spirit I knew was waiting for me. I could tell he was near, as ice had frosted and crept up the panes of the glass.

"So did you have a good birthday?" Jack asked as he floated down and nimbly crouched on the edge of my window.

"Yeah! It was awesome, thank you so much!" I said as a grin spread across my face the moment I saw him appear.

"Not a problem kiddo," he replied as he hopped fully into my room.

"Do you give a lot of kids a snow day on their birthday?" I asked smirking and looking sideways at him.

Jack chuckled and leaned on his staff as he said, "No. But then again, you're the only one whose birthday I know."

The comment made my chest swell a little bit. I liked feeling like I was special to him.

After a short pause, Jack added, "Well, I have to get going, Jamie. Lots to do and besides, you need to listen to your mom and go to sleep."

It always seemed like he left as quickly as he appeared. I felt myself deflate a little bit and stepped forward so I could hug him again, "You promise to come next year, right?" I asked him this every year, even though he's given me snow on my birthday since the year I saw him for the first time But part of me just wanted to hear him confirm it.

Jack didn't answer right away, but instead leaned his staff against the wall before leaning over to hug me back. He was…comfortable. He wasn't cold like I had originally thought, just pleasantly cool. And he even smelled like winter.

"Yeah…I promise," he told me slowly as he squeezed me a little. "I'll always be there for you, Jamie."

The comment made me so happy, I could have cried. But I didn't. I didn't want him to think I was a crybaby.

"Alright, I'll see you later kid," he said as he ruffled my hair.

I shoved his hand away and retorted, "I bet I'll be as tall as you next year!"

Jack dropped his hand before reaching out to pick up his staff. "Yeah, we'll see…" he said. However, my smile quickly faded as I felt something was off with the way he said that. The Guardian of Fun looked…sad.

"I'll see you around," he said as he hopped onto my window ledge before being blown away by the winter wind.

...

And that was the last time I ever saw Jack Frost…