Hello, everyone, and welcome to my very first RotG fic! I don't really know what else to say, other than please review. I know everyone says that, but I am more motivated to update when I have reviews saying that people like my story. Or reviews to tell me what I need to fix/do differently.

But I digress.

Enormous snowflakes drifted down from the sky in dizzying flurries, before settling onto the ground in a thick blanket of dazzling white. Others floated onto the flocks of kids and teenagers, the cottony flakes sticking to their thick coats and turning their fair cheeks rosy as packed balls of the fluffy ice flew through the air.

Laughter from the people on the ground rang through the air, reaching the ears of many of the adults and bringing smiles to their faces.

In other words, another typical day in Burgess.

Sun streamed through the thinning clouds, lighting up the snow like the ground was quilted in millions of multi-faceted diamonds, throwing tiny rainbows across everything.

Delighted giggles came from the children, whom were engaged in, yet another, snowball fight. Misshapen balls of snow whipped back and forth, however, there were some perfectly round snowballs that were thrown with chilling accuracy, hitting their mark almost every time.

Of course, it sure helps your aim when you're a Winter Spirit who can lace them with magic to make them fly straight. But who's counting, right?

The one and only, Jack Frost.

As a newly appointed Guardian of Fun, only a handful of the kids from Burgess could see him, thanks to Jaime. Now, eight years later, kids all over the world could see him. Not even close to as many as North, Tooth, or even Sandman, but that didn't bother Jack. He would have been happy if it was only Jaime, because *someone* believed.

Now, he spent most of his time in Burgess, or, more specifically, nailing his first believers with snow.

"Ha, you can't-" POOF "Jack!" Jaime yelled. "Eight years later, and you still go for the face?! C'mon!"

Even though he was in his early twenties, Jack and Jaime has maintained a close friendship. Jaime volunteered at the Burgess Library, telling dozens of stories about his friendship with the great Winter Guardian, Jack Frost. Most of the older kids thought it was a good story, but only a story. But the younger kids held onto every word like a lifeline. They knew the truth. They could see it.

"You wouldn't get hit in the face so much, if you'd have learned to dodge in those eight years, Jamie. I don't go easy on anyone, not even you." Jack teased, another snowball forming in his hand, just out of Jamie's line of vision.

"Oh, nice to see how you treat your friends there, buddy. I feel so appreciated, y'know, Last Believer and all that. I mean, it's not like you wouldn't have been doomed or anything, is it wasn't for Yours Tru-" he was cut off again as another pale blue snowball collided with his face in a powdery explosion. He mock-glared from beneath the ice at Jack for a moment, before both of them broke into laughter and Jaime brushed the snow from his eyes.

"Would you like some more appreciation?" Jack asked innocently, another snowball already in his hand, his curved staff slung casually over his shoulder.

Jaime glanced at his watch, before shaking the snow from his hair. "Actually, I have to go. I have the next installment of The Winter Guardian expected in fifteen minutes, but I'll catch up with you later!" He waved and made his way to his bicycle, which leaned against the park's wooden railing.

Jack leaned against the simple brown staff as the navy blue shape of Jamie's jacket faded into the distance.

Small, bobbing heads scurried around the park as their snowballs sailed through the air, though few landed their intended targets. Most of the snowballs hit someone, but rarely was it the person it was supposed to, thus drawing in more people.

Eyes bluer than the winter sky scanned the field, a small smile of content tugging at the Winter Spirit's lips at the ecstasy radiating from everyone. Frost coated trees at the edge of the park's wooded area provided scant cover from the hail of snow.

Jack's eves narrow as a slender silhouette slips into the trees, the figure moving back into the denser parts of the forest.

Intrigued, wind swirled around his bare feet, picking him up as he followed whoever had gone into the trees.

As the trees grew thicker, he began hopping from tree to tree with a preternatural grace, frost blooming beneath his feet to mark his path.

Now close enough to see the figure clearly, the knee-high black converse, laces a deep purple, faded black, paint-splattered skinny jeans and thick black cotton jacket, hood up, suggested either goth or someone trying to fade into the shadows. A light gray canvas bag was slung over their shoulder.

The slim, curved frame suggested a girl, though he still couldn't see their face.

So focused on the strange person in the woods alone, he didn't notice exactly what was in the clearing ahead, though it was obviously their destination.

His breath caught when they brushed the snow from a rock that rested against one of the trees, facing the pond that, in a way, made him who he was today.

Bag slipping from their shoulder, the hood was pulled down as they slid onto the boulder. Long dark auburn hair tumbled out, hanging nearly to their waist in loose waves, the ends curling around, confirming that they were a girl.

Finally, she turned.

Jack's eyes seemed to betray him at her face. Never had he seen such gentle, subtle beauty before. She wasn't beautiful in the sense of a model, but more in the sense of someone with a completely different view of the world, the true beauty she saw in everything being reflected within herself.

Her eyes flicked around at the scenery, allowing Jack to see their odd coloration. They were a soft green, but were laced and edged with streaks of a light gray that matched her bag, the color brought out by the shade of her hair.

He watched as she unhooked the brass latch of the bag, pulling out a sketchbook and a small pencil case.

Floating to the tree she leaned against, he peered down from above her as the flipped the sketchbook open. The drawing on the page was one of the frozen pond, everything sketched down, some areas in impeccable detail, others only partially completed, but still skillfully drawn.

She lifted earbuds to her ears and set a playlist on her phone to shuffle before pulling out a wooden and mechanical pencil, starting where she had apparently left off.

His gaze was transfixed on the methodical motions of her hand, the scene slowly coming to life beneath the steady strokes of her pencils.

He started when a low hum emanated from her throat as she began to unconsciously hum to whatever song she was listening to. The humming became louder and she began to mumble the lyrics, until she was full-out singing the song, her voice following the smooth melody surprisingly well for someone who probably wasn't aware she was singing.

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
So sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secretes away

This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Jack closed his eyes and leaned back on the branch he was perched on. As he shifted, he brushed some snow from the bark, causing to tumble onto the girl's shoulder.

She stopped singing her head jerking up sharply to see what had fallen on her, but what caught Jack off guard was when her eyes widened at the sight of him, then narrowed in anger.

"Why did you follow me here?" Her tone was surprisingly musical despite her anger, though there was plenty of menace as well in her narrowed eyes.

"I was curious why you were going into such an isolated part of the woods alone- wait, you can see me?" His eyes widened with his own shock than a girl her age could see him.

"Of course I can see you, why wouldn't I be able to?" Anger turned to suspicion. "Why shouldn't I be able to see you?"

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but when to words came out, he realized he wasn't quite sure how to answer her question. It wasn't every day a spirit, whom was usually invisible, was asked how he was seen. Honestly, it's a question he never thought he would need an answer to.

"Well, I'm waiting." Irritation colored the girl's tone heavily, her green-gray eyes pouring on more and more suspicion as the silence stretched on.

"Honestly, you wouldn't believe the truth." he mumbled.

"Go ahead and try me, I'm pretty open-minded."

Her statement actually caught Jack off-guard, his thoughts immediately wondering if that was why she could see him.

"Well, here goes nothing. I am a Winter Spirit placed here by the Man in the Moon, whom of which hasn't spoken to me in around three hundred years. I bring the snow here, but no one over around eight one can see me, because they don't believe in me, with the exception of Jamie and his friends. At least until now. " He sighed, waiting for disbelieving laughter. He glanced up after a few seconds of silence.

The girl was staring at him with a mahogany eyebrow peaked into a high arch.

"Hm, a Winter Spirit. Well, I won't completely write you off as crazy, unless you can't prove it." Her tone wasn't teasing or mocking in the slightest. It was laced with genuine curiosity that something, someone, like this could really exist.

"So, you don't think I'm some random weirdo lying to you. You believe me?" It took him a good few moments to realize that this strange girl, who could see him, was actually giving him a chance.

"I'm not saying I do or don't, I'm saying that I'll give you a chance to prove yourself not a liar or crazy. It wouldn't be the first time I could see something others couldn't." Much of her initial irritation had been replaced by a true curiosity, though her tone still dripped with impatience.

Though the second half of what she said intrigued Jack, he thought now might not be the best time to ask about it.

Flipping his staff over his shoulder, he reached up to snap a small branch from the tree he had been perched it, holding it in front of the girl's face as he sent front creeping up the exposed bark from his fingers, until the entire stick was encased in frost.

Flicking the stick around to grasp its top, he handed the branch to the girl. She reached for it without hesitation, grasping the frozen branch as the frost began to melt beneath her palms.

"You can control, ice and frost, not just snow." The awe in her tone didn't escape Jack. She tossed the stick into the snow beside the pond, her attention back on Jack.

"Okay, so you're a Winter Spirit, but people like you aren't here just to make it snow so that kids don't have to go to school. What else is it you do?"

It was a moment before he answered, he was still trying to process the fact she had believed him so easily.

"Wait, that's it? You believe that I'm a spirit invisible to everyone but kids?"

"Well, considering I just watched you freeze a tree branch right in front of my eyes, you would have a harder time convincing me you were just human, at this point." she said, admittedly, rationally.

"I guess you're right, when you put it that way." The girl smirked, then asked Jack again what else he did.

"Right. Well, I am also one of four other Guardians, whom were all put here my Manny, to protect children around the world." He pointed at the moon, so she would know who Manny was.

"Who are the other Guardians?"

"Well, there's North, the Guardian of Wonder, Tooth, the Guardian of Memories, Sandy, the Guardian of Dreams and Bunny, the Kangaroo of Hope." Jack smirked when he named off Bunny.

"Sandy and Tooth sound like the Sandman and Tooth Fairy." she commented and Jack nodded. "So who are the others?"

"Well, North is better known to little kids as Santa and Bunny is the Easter Bunny." Jack explained.

"Oh, I get it! Santa is Wonder, because someone who can see the wonder in everything can see toys under a tree and a flying sled. Bunny is Hope, because Easter signifies new beginnings, even in Christian culture. Sandy is pretty obvious, but how does the Tooth Fairy, of all people, protect memories?" There was an edge of excitement as things began clicking into place for her.

"Well, she collects the baby teeth from when you're a child. The baby teeth hold all of your childhood memories and it's her job to held the kids remember them when they need to." Jack was now perched like a bird on top of his staff, his incredible balance earning another shocked look from the girl.

"So, now that I've told you all about us, why don't you tell me about you. I don't even know your name." Jack gave the girl a pointed look.

"Well, you've told me about all of the Guardians. Except for you. I don't know your name, either, but if I had to guess, I'd say Jack Frost. You look a little young to be Old Man Winter, and I don't know of any other winter personifications. Unless you're Frosty the Snowman." She rolled her eyes at her own statement.

Jack's smirk confirmed her first guess.

"And now that I know yours, my name is Willow. Willow Bronwyn." A small smile graced her face for the first time.

"Okay, Willow." Jack said, returning her with a half- smile half-smirk. "Y'know, you're a pretty good artist. Not a half-bad singer, either. "

Willow blushed, realizing he had been watching her a lot longer than she had initially thought. She paused at the second half of his statement.

"Wait, what do you mean 'not a half-bad singer?'. I wasn't singing." her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Actually, you were, but you started off by mumbling, so I don't think you knew it at the time." he had floated up into the tree now, a soft breeze ruffling his feathery white hair.

"Oh. Well, crap. I'm sorry to have subjected you to that." she ran her numb hands through her hair. She glanced up at Jack as he lazily hopped from branch to branch, effortlessly balancing like a trapeze artist. She studied his movements for a moment, before grasping the low-growing braches of the tree and pulling herself up.

"You weren't subjecting me to anything, it didn't sound all that bad for someone who didn't know she was singing, let alone trying." Jack kept a careful eye on Willow's feet, not wanting her to slip, but her footing was firm and sure against the icy branches as she slipped from branch to branch with ease.

"Then maybe a solid year of private lessons and choir are paying off after all." she murmured. Finally stopping a branch level with the one Jack was perched on, she sat down on the slim branch opposite to him, though her small frame hardly caused the branch to move at all.

For a few moments, they just sat in silence, the two looking out over the frozen pond and the expanse of forest.

"You know, I never noticed how nice the view truly was up here before. I just came up here to get away from… never mind." Willow abruptly cut off her sentence, but before Jack could ask her about it, she glanced over at the sun, realizing how late it had gotten.

"Oh, shit!" she cursed under her breath, though Jack heard her anyway. "My mom is going to flip a table! I should have been home almost two hours ago." She slid from the branch, seemingly into open air, but when Jack peered down in alarm, she had grabbed a hold of another branch, swinging with a skill she could only have acquired by having climbed this tree dozens, maybe hundreds, of times. In a matter of seconds, she was at the base of the tree.

She broke into a sprint the moment she hit the ground, snatching her bag from the ground before racing out of the woods like the devil was at her heels. Despite her speed, however, Jack caught up with her quickly, landing in front of her before the pond was even out of site.

"Whoa, wait!" he held up his hands and she skidded to a stop, but not before slamming into Jack with a lot more force than someone her size should have managed.

Willow glared up at Jack as she brushed the snow from her hair and eyes. "What was that for?" she asked, not sounding all too happy about being thrown into the Winter Spirit. Jack held out his hand to help her up, and, after a moment of receiving a look to kill, she accepted it and he pulled her to her feet.

"I was going to say, I can get you home faster. Where do you live?" His question caught her off guard. A Winter Spirit, whom she had met just a few hours ago, wanted to take her home?

"Um, two streets behind the library, with the three big oak trees in the backyard, but that isn't necessary, I can wal- WHOA!" A sharp gasp escaped her lips as Jack lurched forward, grasping her around the waist, and taking to the skies.

Her arms locked around his neck, so she would neither fall, nor choke him, as she screamed, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! I CAN'T JUST FLY TO MY HOUSE!" She looked to the ground in terror, her arms slightly tightening.

"I don't want you to get in any more trouble that you have to. It's my fault you were out there so late." he smirked as Willow's arms clutched his neck. "You're not afraid of heights or anything, are you?" he asked playfully.

"Not usually, but these are slightly different circumstances." she said, still looking nervously at the ground. "It isn't every day a person is scoped up and flown across a city.

"True, but I promise I won't drop you." Jack said reassuringly. They were nearing the trio of trees that marked her house. He set her down gently behind the cover of the ancient structures. "Here we are. You better get inside, before… actually, you stopped there. I expect an explanation next time, though." he grinned, before taking to the skies once more, disappearing in seconds.

She stared at the sky for a moment longer, before snapping back to reality. Hoisting her bag into her shoulder, she stepped into her house as quietly as possible, hoping her mother was still asleep. She didn't breathe normally until the door to her bedroom clicked softly behind her.

She slid into her bed, still clothed, after unzipping the long zipped down the back of her shoes. Her hands were still numb from the cold, but it was the chill at her waist that lingered the longest, where Jack's cold hand had grasped her waist.

She closed her eyes, slipping into what would be the most restful sleep she had gotten in a long time.

And that concludes chapter one!

Mkay, before people start assuming this is just another JackxMary-Sue story, I would like to point out that most of my human OCs, I base upon myself, so I don't end up with a Mary-Sue. Yes, I can draw, (check my DeviantArt, username SilverGoddess666), yes, I have been in private voice lessons and chior for the past year and I qualify for All-State, so I can't be all that bad, yes, I can climb trees like that, though I can't do any other sports besides archery and I can only do that in certain trees that I've practiced in for years. I also personally own any clothing I put my OCs in, so I don't put them in leather jackets and boots to make them seem like badasses. My eyes look like that and my hair is that texture, though mine is dark brown. I won't give Willow, or any other human OC, any other ability I don't have, unless something supernatural comes in.

I hope this diminishes any thought of Mary-Sueishness in my OC.

Please review, I will update that much sooner if you do!