Okay I've written a JackFrostxOC before and I felt it went quite well. This one is also a romance, but a little different. I can't seem to find a FF like it, though that may not be true. But here we are. If you want me to continue, you will have to review! I am not psychic and I will not know these things unless you tell me :3

Chapter 1 – Tradition.

I've never thought of things to be as fragile as they truly are. It has taken me many years to come to realise this. Although when it did occur, it was so many decades ago. I have been around for longer than I can remember. I am a spirit, like those who call themselves Guardians. But I will never be able to call myself that. The title itself holds all the characteristics that I could never bring; Fun, Hope, Wonder, Memories, Dreams... Nothing that I could preserve. I see the reincarnations of these virtues often, but they don't see me. No. The only people who see me I know for a little time. My world is nothing like theirs. Nothing as bright and full of love...

I'm pulled out of my depressing spiral as someone crosses my path. Speaking of love, there goes Cupid. This reincarnation is a young woman, with a stylishly short urban haircut. She doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Not that I'm surprised, none of them do. They know I exist they just refuse to believe in me. I'm sitting on a park bench would you believe? I watch with interest as she makes a dramatic entrance, rolling my eyes as she does so. The previous incarnation was a man, I liked him. We only spoke once, but he was very nice, he didn't insist in showing off. But that was more than a few centuries ago. But time will pass, there will be another Cupid. But not for me, I've seen them come and go. But no-one will come for me. I can't and won't be replaced.

Wow, sorry, I have just realized what a bummer I'm being. Well, as Cupid does her thing, I'm going to sit here and quietly write everything I think down. Not like a diary, more, more like a story. Who knows? I may be let go from this world. It's highly unlikely, the man in the moon said so, but it's a thought that sometimes perks me up. I've got to admit, the incarnations of spirits are lasting longer and longer. Some of them have been around for well over 500 years. I mean the man in the moon must be getting better at this. Well, I suppose that a story warrants an introduction, seeing as most stories have a main character. That's me. What to tell you? It's tricky, I tell you too much and you'll hold pre-conceived ideas in your mind. Tell you too little and you'll get bored. Let's keep this simple yes?

I am a woman. I have long hair, I'm not some exotic beauty, or some girl next door type. I have a nice face I suppose. The last Cupid said so. I have green eyes, and I stand at about five foot seven. My main features are the fact that I have large wings, not feathered, not like a bat. I don't know how to explain them. They're like smoke, they swirl and twist, they hold a basic shape of bird's wings. They're very large, about ten foot across, but at times you could swear that you couldn't see them. They turn from white to black, depending on their mood. Yeah they kinda have a life of their own. I got a real scare a few centuries back, I was longing for some basic interaction, when my wings melded from my back and landed on the grass in front of me. They then turned into a kitten and a pup. One black, one white. From then, they'll turn into various animals and keep me company. Most of the time, they're just my wings. Weird huh. I know, I know, it's not the usual. But nothing about me is normal.

As I'm writing my wings decide to keep me company. Cupid has done her business and fucked off, thankfully. She made a very obvious point of brushing past me. They flop to the floor, one of them darkens, the other goes white. The black one curls up on my lap, shaped like a little dragon, the other becomes a griffon and chases butterflies... I feel like I've lost you a little. Sorry. This is my day to day life, I am essentially a shadow. They know I exist, but I'm not a part of their li-

Wait. Oh. Oh god. It's time.

My wings vanish from where they were and materialise on my spine as I leap into the air. I was hoping this wouldn't happen for another couple of years, but I'm guessing things have turned to the worst. But as I follow my internal compass I realise that I'm not going to where I expected. The air thickens as snow begins to fall and it begins to make sense. It has become late afternoon almost evening. My breath becomes heavier as I fly faster, I will arrive before I am needed, I always do. But this time, I want to arrive as early as possible. Buildings swerve closer as I pass, my muscles are beginning to burn, but I persevere. I can feel another spirit nearby. But they are not my concern.

A few minutes later I drop into a deep snow drift. I am on the outskirts of where I thought I would be. My heart pangs at what I see. In the nearby woods I can see her. Her gown was dusted with the powdery snow, her body frail and weak. My wings become kittens, she loves cats. I walk toward her, my trainers not leaving footprints on the snow. She turns weakly to face me as she hears me coming closer.

'It's you...' she speaks. I crouch down in front of her.

'Hello child,' I say, her skin is as pale as the snow. I can see that time truly was of the essence.

'Will mama and papa be happy?' She asks. I have to stop my eyes from welling as I nod. The kittens clamber on her lap. Her eyes light up as she tries to stroke them. She smiles and turns to face the small pond that sat opposite her. 'I'm glad you …. are here...' I kneel into the white snow and place my hands on hers. She looks a little scared which is only to be considered.

'I have always been here for you, Ella.' I say reassuringly. No matter how many times I am called, this will never get easier. My kittens mewl and snuggle under her hands wanting to be petted.

'Will it hurt?' She says her voice quavering. Her lips are turning blue and her body is shaking. I lean forward and wrap my arms around the young girl's fragile frame. I feel her breathe in deeply, then she stills. Closing my eyes I pull her essence from her body, the child's soul is in my arms. With a strength she didn't possess before she hugs me back. I feel my heart crumble as she whispers in my ear.

'Yes, they are waiting,' I whisper back. She smiles and giggles, her hair has returned, her skin bright and flushed. The soul is how you truly look, and she looks like she is free from pain. The other spirit that I could feel earlier is getting closer. But I'm not worried, they never pay any attention to me. She lets me go and twirls on the spot, her soul was translucent and floated in the wind.

'It didn't hurt,' she said looking down on herself. I step in the way and press my finger to her lips. With a wave of my hand, I call on my power and create a doorway. It flickers before filling with colour. Everyone's door is different. Ella's was pink and had little white butterflies over the varnish. 'Do I have to go?' She says holding my hand.

'You can stay, but I won't be able to open the door again. They're waiting Ella,' I open the door and true to my word, there they were with open arms. Ella squeals and runs forward, but she turns back to hug my waist.

'Thank you!' She says bubbly. I nod and watch as she walks through the door. I sigh and take her life line in my hand severing her link to this world. As the ribbon like link breaks the door flickers and disappears. My wings return and settle on my back. I though everything was okay until the door completely vanished. There in front of me was a young man, with a blue hoodie and white hair. He was looking straight at me.

Oh fuck.

I hoped you liked it! I know it was a little different. If you want me to continue, you will have to review! I am not psychic and I will not know these things unless you tell me :3