prologue

there was a reason for the blizzard of '68. no one bothered to ask why, I was just ganged up on. no one wanted to listen to my side of the story. from that point on, I had stopped trusting, stopped believing, stopped hoping, stopped dreamming, stopped trusting, and stopped wishing. I no longer cared for the others. trust was such a fragile thing for me. love was the one thing I wanted most. happiness was something that I yearned for. and a family to be there was the one thing I needed most. but I never had that. I'm a winter sprite. I spread winter when I need to. I can turn into a human at will. just some-thing that I picked up over the lonely 700 years. (A/N: I'm making it 700 years, just because. I wanted it to be longer anyway.) I didn't have anyone to teach me but Pops. a opd but powerful winter god. and he trained me. I'm Jack Frost. and how do I know? because I am the snow goddess.