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I was six when I first met him.

My family and I were on a skiing vacation trip. I don't remember much; the exact resort, or the country, although I guess it must have been somewhere north. It was Christmas then, or at least I was there during the season. There was an abundance of pine trees and flashing lights...

Of all the places to go, I'm not sure why we went to a skiing resort. I couldn't ski, I was six. My mother and father couldn't either. My older brother didn't even step out of the hotel room, he hated the cold.

I didn't hate the cold so much. Not that I like it, but I found it the snow pretty to look at. It was white and it looked soft. Looked. When I tried making snowballs, like in the movies, it melted through my gloves and froze my fingers. Snow was a lot more like destroyed ice.

But anyway, my parents took me out skiing...or something. I don't really remember. I think I wandered off into the forest. The white and green pine trees were pretty too look at, and I was six.

I was following something, walking deeper into the snowy forest. Somewhere along my little exploration, snow started falling. It covered my coat like a blanket. I kept on walking, expecting what I didn't know. Maybe a playground with swings and slides.

Soon the snow started piling up, and I found myself on a clearing. The trees were tall and ominous looking. I looked around and saw nothing but more trees and snow. Everything was so still and silent.

It was scary, and I really should be getting back to my mother and father. I turned around...and around, and around. And I realized that I didn't know which way lead back to the resort. The trees all looked the same.

I was lost, and all alone. So I did what usually saved me during situations that I didn't like; I started crying.

"Hey there, are you lost?" someone asked me. I looked up and around, but saw no one. Then I remembered my brother once scared me with a story of a forest dweller, and cried harder. I didn't want to be eaten by it.

But the forest was getting colder, and I couldn't feel my toes and fingers anymore. My brother was lying when he told me that story, I was sure.

I decided to answer. After all, mother always told me to ask for help when I need it. "Yes, can you help me?" I hadn't stopped crying, but I didn't want anyone to see me crying either, so I started wiping my face with my sleeves.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," it answered. I didn't know why, but the idea of being eaten was dismissed from my mind immediately. I wasn't so scared anymore. "I'll get you back."

I sniveled. "Really?"

"Promise." And then next to the tree I was leaning on, a person came into focus, as though he was there all along, but my eyes just refused take in his presence.

The first thing I noticed is that he was barefooted.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, forgetting that I shouldn't talk to strangers. But then again, I talked to him when I wasn't sure if he wouldn't eat me. He then looked at me weirdly.

"You can see me?" he asked, amazed. I nodded and wiped away the snot that ran down my nose with my sleeve. I looked up and realized that he had white hair; like an old person. But he didn't look that old, didn't have wrinkles.

"Why is your hair white?" A loopy smile lit up his face, and he leaned on a cane he was holding. I didn't know who he was, but he didn't look threatening.
"Don't you think it's cool?" He made a show of flipping his hair.

I blinked. "I thought only old people have white hair."

He gaped at that, but I wasn't sure why. I was only stating an opinion. He was funny though, and he looked like he couldn't sit still. Adults would have hated him, I think.

"So, which way did you come from?" I looked around the clearing. All the trees looked the same. Fear creeped in and my eyes watered. "O-okay! Don't cry! We'll find a way!" He panicked, wriggling his fingers in front of him.

I don't remember why or how, but we started walking in one direction. The boy with the white hair sometimes jumped from one tree to another. He was like one of those hyper kids at school who always gets scolded by the teachers. He made snowballs and started throwing one at me, but I was already freezing, so I cried instead.

My eyes might have been playing tricks on me, but I swear that he seemed to be able to control the snow and ice. When he poked a a tree with his cane, frost spread out. I thought it was awesome.

Soon enough we reached the edge of the forest. From there I could see the resort building, and I saw my parents still standing around, fiddling with their skiing equipment, as though I never wandered off.

I looked up to the strange, but nice boy. "Thank you."

"No problem, kid." He grinned, the whiteness of his teeth almost blinding. It was actually pretty comical.

"Can I see you again?" I didn't know why I said that, it was stupid.

He smiled, but it looked somewhat pained. "Probably not."

"Oh." My spirits deflated just like that. I fiddled with my gloves, trying to get the blood rushing back to my fingers. Suddenly a thought occurred to me, "Who are you though?" I looked up and around, but the boy was nowhere to be seen.

"Hello?" I tried again. From somewhere above he answered, "Jack Frost, that's my name."

I looked up, but he was nowhere to be seen. Snow started falling and before I know it, I found myself running back to my parents.

Prologue/END

Author's Note

Criticism and reviews and comments and feedbacks and... *insert synonym for review* are welcome! I basically fail in writing a kid's POV. It's hard! In case you didn't get it, this whole chapter is a flashback. The real story's starting in the next chapter. Yeah.