A girl was skating on the frozen lake, twirling and spinning. Jack watched as she zipped around from one of the branches of the trees. He heard her giggling to herself and saw her enjoying herself. A smile formed on his lips as she zipped around on the ice. He wanted to climb down from the tree and skate around with the girl, but he doubted she would be able to see him. After all, she was a teenager.

"Woah," the girl shouted, snapping Jack out of his thoughts. She had lost her balance and fell onto the pile of snow. She spat out snow that got into her mouth and dusted off the snow from her jeans. She took off her ice skates and replaced them with combat boots.

Jack watched her stand up and look in his direction. He gave her a kind smiled, but he knew that she couldn't see him. "She's probably staring at the bare trees behind me," he thought and frowned. The winter spirit decided leave and flew off to spread more snow and ice.

What he didn't know was that the girl was staring at him, but just like the winter spirit, doubt he was there. She thought that it was her imagination. She decided to ignore what she just saw and tossed the skates over her shoulder before walking home.

...

She trotted up the steps to the front door and opened it, getting hit by the warm indoor air. She shut the door to make sure none of the warmth of the house escaped and set her skates by the coat rack.

"Krystine, is that you?" her mother asked from the kitchen.

"Yea, it's me." she answered as she unzipped her jacket.

"Where were you?" she asked, looking up from her cooking.

"I went for a walk. Then I came across the frozen lake by Jamie's house and skated around for a few minutes."

"School trouble?" her mother questioned, knowing that her daughter always took a stroll when something was troubling her.

"Yea," she mumbled, frowning.

Her mom stopped what she was doing and walked over to her. She gave her a tight squeeze and uttered, "Don't worry, darling. This is the last time you're going to have to accustom to a new school. I promise."

"I know that, mom." the teenager answered. "It's not that. It's just-" she sighed, before continuing, "nevermind. I need to go finish my homework."

"Alright," her mom smiled and watched her climb up the steps to her room. "Oh, and your cousins are coming over later."

"Okay mom!" she shouted back before shutting her bedroom door.

Downstairs, her mother sighed before returning to her cooking. She knew that Krystine was very shy when it came to making friends, especially having to make new ones every couple of years. However, she had met some of Krystine's friends and thought it must be something else. "Maybe it's about her father," she thought.

Meanwhile at the Pole, North was working on another idea for a toy. He chipped away the ice and brushed it off. He was really concentrated in his work when someone knocked on the door.

"Vhat is it?" he asked aloud, setting down his tools and the piece of ice. A Yeti came in, speaking gibberish that only the Russian understood. "Vhat do you mean 'flowers'?" he frowned and stood up from his desk. He followed the Yeti, who pointed at the moonbeam. It formed a silhouette of a flower and the Russian muttered, "Mother Nature."

"What about Mother Nature?" a voice asked.

North turned around to see the white-haired Guardian. "Ah, Jack. It's nothing. Mother Nature is just going to pay us a visit. I don't know why she's coming...you haven't been messing around with the seasons again, have you?" he asked sternly.

"No, I learned my lesson from last time." Jack answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good. Now, if you're behaving, there must be some other reason for her visit, but what can it be? Doesn't matter, it must be something important if she's coming and she'll want the rest of the Guardians here." He went over to push the lever that sent out the Northern Lights. He knew if Mother Nature was coming, she would want all the Guardians to be there. "Now ve''ll have to vait."

"Krystine!" her mother called.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." she murmured as she quickly made her way downstairs.

"Come and greet everyone," her mother said. Krystine did as she was told and greeted her relatives with a "hello" and a hug. They soon settled in the living room after eating the dinner Krystine's mom had prepared.

"How do you like it here?" her aunt asked.

"It's pretty nice." Krystine answered.

"What about the weather? Do you like?"

"I love it." she smiled.

"Of course," her mother cut it. "You and your dad always seemed to like being in the snow."

Krystine just rolled her eyes at her comment and noticed that her two cousins were bored. "Hey mom? Is it okay if I go upstairs and take Jamie and Sophie with me?"

"Sure, honey." she nodded and the three kids made their way up the steps.

Krystine sat at her desk while the two siblings sat on her messily made bed. "Is it true you like it here?" Jamie questioned, while Sophie played with one of Krystine's stuffed animals.

"Of course. Why would I lie?"

The boy just shrugged before asking another question. "Is it because of the snow?"

"I guess," she nodded. She had always told Jamie that she loved the snow and cold weather, so she wondered why he was asking. "What with all the questions?" she asked.

"No reason." he answered, which received a raised brow from his cousin. "Well, r-remember how on Christmas I told you I met Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and Jack Frost?" he questioned.

Krystine nodded, remembering the event perfectly. Her parents decided to spend the holidays with them (like always) and they had flown to Burgess. They stayed in the extra bedrooms of Jamie's house and on Christmas morning, Jamie told her about his adventure.

"Since you like the cold, I thought you would like to meet Jack Frost. Especially since he's usually around during the winter."

"Are you serious? I'm going to meet him?" she asked, trying not to giggle. She felt like a child, but she didn't care. "That'll be awesome," she smiled.

"Jamie! Sophie! Time to go!" his mom yelled from downstairs.

"Okay," Jamie mumbled and they all trotted downstairs. He was hoping to tell his cousin about how Jack took him sledding last week. They arrived and saw the two moms were chatting again.

"No surprise," Krystine thought. The children stood there, listening to their conversation. Krystine cleared her throat and the two adults looked up.

"Oh, sorry." Jamie's mom apologized and got up. "Well, I suppose we better be leaving. These kids should be in bed soon." They said their good-byes and walked out to the porch.

"Good luck on your interview," Krystine's mother said.

"Interview?" Jamie and Krystine asked.

"Yes, I have an interview on Saturday." Jamie's mom told them.

"Does this mean we have to stay with Mrs. Suller?" Jamie asked.

"Yes," his mom said and he groaned. Krystine could tell he wasn't to excited about his babysitter.

"Maybe I could take of him on Saturday." she blurted out.

"Really? You would do that?" Jamie's mother asked and Krystine nodded. "Alright then, we'll see you Saturday morning at 8:30." Krystine nodded and watched them climb into their van. They watched them leave before going back inside. Now, Krystine had to wait until Saturday.