(Your POV)

Snow.

It was always such a beautiful thing for me. The way it slowly but surely fell onto the ground, never making a single sound. The way tears fall, they never make noise either. The color, white, pure white, cascading the land in its beauty.

Yes, snow has always been beautiful.

That is until the day it made me lose my brother.

He was driving his carriage down the road, reckless as usual. I was only five at the age, but I remember everything clearly. The way he lay so still, too still, on the hospital bed, the way the carriage was left and the wounds inflicted on the poor horses that were so bravely leading it forward.

But he made me a promise, my brother. He said, that since he died of snow, snow will be the way he would see me again. He said, that one day, a boy about my age in the future, will come and visit me in my palace.

Tears slipped down my cheek as I stared at him, his cold, pale hand in my own warm, colorful one. He smiled weakly, and with that, breathed his last.

I am sixteen now, and though the thought seems foolish, I am still waiting for the boy to come for me. Rumor has it that he is already in my town, coming for me.

Jack Frost, they say his name is. His name drifts over this town oh so carelessly and now everyone knows him. But alas, I fear he may be nothing more than a fairytale.

"(Y/n)," my stepmother calls from the other side of the door, "dinner is served. Wash up and come down at once."

"Yes, stepmother." I call back.

Yes, I live with my stepmother. She's cruel. A witch. My father and mother both disappeared from the face of this Earth. Supposedly, they were going to go discover a new land. But rumors that go around town is that they sailed off of the edge of the world. What a foolish idea, the world is not flat.

I did as I was told and went downstairs. My maid, Mildred, waited for me by my chair. As she spotted me, she pulled it out, flashing a kind smile.

"Mildred, what is this that we are having for dinner today?" I asked as I set my napkin on my lap.

"It is stew, my child. Chicken and broccoli stew." Mildred said as she pushed my chair forward effortlessly.

I groaned to myself. Probably another one of my stepmother's concoctions. I toyed with my stew, not noticing that my stepmother was making herself over to me rather quickly.

"Foolish, ungrateful girl!" She hissed at me.

I gasped and dropped my spoon into the plate, causing some of the "stew" to jump up and land on my stepmother's red velvet dress. She roared in anger and slapped me. I felt tears spring up into my eyes as the heat of the slap tingled over my cheek.

"Go up to your room! Tonight you starve!" Stepmother screeched at me.

Not wanting another hit, I ran upstairs. Tears were flowing down my face in steady streams and I locked the door behind me. Not wasting another moment, I collapsed onto the bed.

"Oh brother," I whispered into the sheets, as if they held a reply, "where is this boy you spoke of?" I asked.

As my breathing calmed, I soon found myself asleep.

(Jack)

I flew to the mansion at the end of the street. Word has it that the girl there is being brutalized by her stepmother. But those are just rumors. As I spotted it, I found myself smiling. Everyone I've overheard says that the girl is really beautiful. They say she has big (e/c) eyes and (h/l), (h/c) hair.

I flew up to one of the windows. Luckily, it was the girl's room. She was asleep on her bed. And boy, was she beautiful.

With a wicked smile, I sent a gust of wind that opened the window ever so slightly, but enough room to let me squeeze through. I floated over to the girl and gasped. She bared an uncanny resemblance to the girl in the prophecies that was meant to be the guardian of Halloween.

But before I could stop myself, I was removing her bangs from her face. Causing her to wake up.

She stared at me with big (e/c) eyes before proceeding to swing her pillow at me.

"Who are you and how did you get in here!?" She hissed furiously but quietly.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I'm Jack Frost. And try the window."

She blinked, "Jack...Frost...?" She asked.

"The one and only." I replied with a smile.

I flinched as tears rimmed her eyes. I didn't know what I'd said that was wrong, but she was crying. The girl lunged herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck causing heat to rush to my face.

"I've been waiting for you for eleven years." She breathed into my ear.

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