Someone Else - A Jackunzel fanfiction
Fanfiction Rating; I'm going to give it a T for now, but it is subject to change.
Chapter Rating; Totally K because it's just cute little Rapunzel in this part.
Chapter Summary; Rapunzel recalls her first encounter with the lights and how her relationship with Jack Frost first began.
Author's Note; This is way too exciting, omigosh. I mean, this is simply a prologue to the story and I'm already jumping for joy and dying to post the next chapter. I really hope you guys enjoy this because I surely do!

Destiny is a funny thing, you know. You can control your destiny with those little everyday choices you obliviously make. You may not completely understand how dropping a pancake on the floor one morning affects your destiny, but trust me, it does. Everything you do in life changes your destiny piece by piece. Fate on the other hand, that's a completely different story. You can't change fate; it's a predetermined course that you can't sway from. It'll never change, no matter how many pancakes you drop on the floor.

You may be thinking, "Oh, she's just crazy. She doesn't know anything about destiny and fate." And that's totally fine—you can think what you want, you don't have to trust me. However, you should probably decide now whether you want to trust me or not, because I'm about to tell you why I'm preaching about the differences between destiny and fate. It's a story that involves a princess, her prince and a man on the moon. The princess became a queen, married a man that was brought to her by destiny. Her husband was a great man and she loved him, she really did. She never complained about her life with him, yet, she was never truly whole, never truly happy. Why? Well, because there had always been someone else. And this someone else was brought to her by fate. Who was this someone else? Well, you'll find out soon enough.

Someone Else
Prologue

Another year, another birthday full of emptiness. I was used to it by then, honestly, I didn't expect my birthdays to get any better. I turned eight that day and as usual, mother had invested in some new paint for my collection. The gift was the same as every other year as was the entirety of the day. However, this year was special. This was the year I saw them.

My mind was a twisting tornado that night. I tossed and turned for hours, hoping that I'd eventually drift off. I never did. So, I tiptoed down the stairs to stargaze. I always stargazed on nights I couldn't sleep-for some reason, the stars were like a lullaby. I peeked into mother's room to make sure she was sleeping-she was-then made my way to the main room of the tower. As quietly as I possibly could, I inched open the only thing separating me from the beautiful night sky and leaned on the windowsill. It was the clearest night I had seen in a while-it was quite serene. Yet, the stars seemed to be hiding, because I couldn't spot a single one. Disappointed in the lack of shimmering stars, I started back to bed-but then, something caught my eye. A glimmer in the distance. Surprised, I leaned forward slightly, attempting to get a better look. It was moving at a pretty decent pace so I knew it wasn't a star. Suddenly, more lights began to follow the same course as the one before it. There were hundreds, no, thousands of these little lights dancing in the sky. They weren't stars-they were some sort of floating lights.

I couldn't tell you how long I stood there staring at the lights. I couldn't pull myself to look away. You sort of forget what beauty looks like when you're locked up in a tower, but I knew those lights were beautiful the moment I saw them. They hovered so gracefully in the sky as if they hadn't a care in the world. I wondered who else was watching the show from their windows-I couldn't have been the only one, right?

As I continued to drool over the spectacle before me, I noticed something-er, someone, levitating in the distance. There was a figure, dimly revealed by the light of the moon. Was he falling? No, he couldn't be. He was simply floating there as if no one was watching. I wanted to call out to him but the words became trapped in my chest. Was he watching the floating lights too? Did he know what the floating lights truly were? He was closer to them than I was, he had to know. My curiosity was boiling over at this point-I needed to know what the lights were. Climbing onto the windowsill, I let my feet dangled over the edge as I closed the tower door behind me. Strangely, I wasn't afraid of falling. I was more afraid of going to bed not knowing what I had just witnessed in the sky.

"Excuse me," I whispered, cupping my hands around my mouth in hopes it would travel out to the stranger hovering by the moon. It didn't. "Excuse me sir," I spoke louder, but not loud enough to wake my mother. His ears perked-he had the biggest ears I had ever seen-and I knew he had heard me that time. I watched closely as he slowly turned around to find the source of the little voice that was calling to him.

Suddenly, our eyes met. I was frozen, paralyzed. They were blue, so piercingly blue. The slight breeze blew through his white hair and he wore a sly smile across his lips. I'd never forget that smile. The words were once again trapped in my chest as our gazes held like glue. As I opened my mouth to speak, he brought a finger to his lips, silencing the voice that wouldn't make its way out anyway. Without warning, snowflakes began to fall around him and with a flick of the staff in his hand, they were heading in my direction. One landed on my nose and I giggled, allowing myself to close my eyes momentarily. However, as soon as they opened, the strange man was gone. I stayed outside for a few minutes longer, hoping he would come back. He never did.

The man in the sky was my little secret. From then on, I'd sneak out of bed every night just to get a glimpse of him. But, I never saw him again. I waited for him night after night after night-nothing. By the time my ninth birthday rolled around, I had given up on waiting for the man on the moon. I couldn't sleep that night but I refused to get up to go stargazing. Yet, as soon as I began to drift off, a loud thump startled me. Glancing up at my window, I noticed the remains of a snowball.

"He's back," I squealed, jumping from my bed. There was no other way snow could appear at this time of the year-I knew it was him, it had to be him.

I slowly, but excitedly, made my way down the stairs and to the windowsill, hoping I would get to see him. It was as if my wish had come true, because he was there, hovering in the distance. I waved and so did he before he motioned towards the floating lights. They were back as well, dancing and frolicking in the sky. Suddenly, I began to piece together the circumstances-the lights and the man only appeared once a year. Out of all the days they could have adopted, they chose my birthday. That's when I began to believe they were meant for me. Unhappiness pulsed though my veins like a disease throughout the entire year, yet, this man and those lights brought me joy for a day. It was the greatest gift a lonely girl in a tower could ever receive. They were mine exclusively, especially the man. We never spoke, but I knew he was my friend.

At age fifteen, I decided to ask for his name. Truthfully, I didn't expect him to answer. Yet, as soon as I asked, he came within a few feet of the windowsill and leaned on his staff. That sly smile that haunted my dreams now felt all too real. "My name," he said, "is Jack Frost."

And then, he was gone. Until my next birthday, of course.