NOTE

This part takes place BEFORE Jack is a guardian and before the events in ROTG

I DO NOT own ROTG characters

A little 6 year old girl played happily with her father in the front yard. Snow had entirely covered the ground and was almost a foot deep. She ran around the yard shrieking with laughter. She only paused for a moment to lie in the snow and look up at her dad. Her hair was blonde and hung in ringlet curls that cascaded down to her shoulders and framed her oval face. Her eyes were bright green and she smiled big and almost all the time. "What makes the snow Daddy?" she asked her father her eyes wide with anticipation for his answer. "Not a what, Mittens. A who." Her father replied picking up a handful of snow and sprinkling it in her hair before plopping down next to her. "Ok. WHO makes the snow then?" the little girl innocently asked. "Jack Frost." Her father stated plainly. "Who is Jack Frost?" she asked picking up snow and forming a snowball carefully with her hands. "Jack Frost is a boy who can control winter. He makes it snow, he makes it windy, he frosts things, he makes the wind blow and nip at your nose. But you can only see him if you believe in him" her dad said a grin spreading across his face. The little girl smiled big and stood up holding her snowball carefully in her hands. "I believe in Jack Frost!" she proclaimed happily to the world. "Ok Mittens time to come in!" her father said standing up and dusting snow from his own curly jet black hair. "Can I stay out a little bit longer!" she begged "Fine. Only a few more minutes" he replied his brown eyes sparkling. The little girl grinned and once her dad was inside she smiled at the sky and proclaimed once more even louder than before "I believe in Jack Frost!"

Meanwhile the REAL Jack Frost was watching over the children playing. The faint sound of someone calling his name rung in his ears. He turned toward the sound leaning on his staff and saw the little girl playing by herself in her yard. His lips curled into a smile as he thought of pranking the little girl a bit. He whispered softly to the winds and flew over to her yard landing on her sidewalk which was freshly shoveled by her father. She looked up and blinked at him before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Where are your shoes?" she asked between giggles as she looked at the teenage winter spirit in front of her. Jack wore a blue sweatshirt covered in frost. Brown cutoff pants that ended at his calves and no shoes. He was also holding a staff with a crook in it like a shepherd. "What?" Jack asked looking behind him. He'd never had a human believe in him before. "Where are your shoes silly?" she asked again giggling. Jack tried but he couldn't hold back the smile that broke across his face. "Y-you can see me?" Jack asked breathlessly. "Duh… What's your name?" she asked looking at the winter spirit who looked to be 15-18. "You tell me yours first" Jack said leaning on his staff and laughing in his mind at this little spunky girl. "I'm Chelsea" she said happily. Jack grinned his soon to be signature playful grin. "Do you have any idea who I could be?" Jack asked. "A hobo?" Chelsea asked innocently. Jack couldn't help burst into laughter. "No! I'm not a hobo!" he exclaimed giggling. "Then who are you?" Chelsea asked looking into his icy blue eyes. "I'm the amazing Jack Frost" Jack replied grinning as he once more leaned on his staff