Hi again! I know it's been awhile since I last updated everything, so I decided I start a series of one-shots for when I can't update my bigger stories. I have an important question for those of you who follow 'An Open Window'. I'm thinking of rewriting it so it's longer and easier to follow. How many of you would like that? Let me know!

Wind remembers meeting Jack. How could she forget when the frost child was her first friend, the only one who tried to understand her? How could she possibly forget the day she met the boy who would be like a son to her? Wind didn't think it would ever be possible.

It was a dark and cloudy night when Jack came out of the ice. Wind doesn't know how the moon got through the clouds enough to work it's magic, but she's grateful it did. One minute she was whipping through the air alone; the next, she felt something tug at her conscience. She knew what that meant. There was somebody created to be her friend, and they were waiting for her. So in a rush of giddiness, she rushed to where the tugging was coming from.

And there she found Jack Frost.

He was looking around, confused and scared. She could see the small shivers of fear and she went forward to comfort him.

And that's where things started to go wrong.

The closer Wind got to Jack, the more she could sense another presence. A dark, dangerous presence. She knew of only one spirit who gave off that aura.

It was Pitch Black, and he was there for her child.

There was no way she would allow that. So she rushed towards her Jack. She could see him picking up his staff and playing with it. Wind knew right then that that would be their way of communication-at least the most powerful way.

Wind rushed to him and picked him up, only seconds before Pitch stepped out of the darkness. She heard him give a growl of frustration and she sped Jack away from the pond as fast as she could. Jack was laughing, even when she accidentally dropped him. But he was ready to have another go, and she knew that their relationship was going to be something special.

And boy was she right.

Wind watched as the years went by and nobody spoke to the winter spirit. She watched him get lonelier and lonelier as he realized he couldn't be seen, couldn't be heard. Her heart broke for her child, and so she always made sure to let him know that she would always be there for him. And the smile that lit his face during those times were enough to light up her whole universe.

Then her sweet, sweet child met the Guardians after 300 years of being alone. And Wind watched as they were rough and suspicious with him. Wind watched, anger making her sharper than normal, and she let her boy know that even if the others abandoned him, she never would. She panicked when he was thrown into that blasted hole but rejoiced when he got himself out. She had never been prouder than the moment he selflessly put belief back in the Guardians, not even thinking of himself when the human child almost lost hope.

Wind watched as Jack was made a Guardian, as her selfless, innocent winter sprite found a home.

And she rejoiced as he left room for her in his new life.