Ok this is a story I made up because ever since I made up the Blue Angel, I keep getting ideas! So this one is about if Jack had been known as the Blue Angel instead of as Jack Frost, how would that change the movie? Well this was born!

I do not own ROTG, sadly.

Now onto the prologue!

A white haired boy, looking to be around the age of fourteen, sat curled up next to a frozen lake. A white haired boy, looking to be around the age of fourteen, sat curled up next to a frozen lake. He didn't understand what was going on. Why did he make ice and fly? Why did…people walk though him? He didn't have an answer to any of these questions! All he knew was that his name was Jack Frost. Nothing else…nothing.

An amused chuckle attracted his attention from behind him, making his head whip around to identify where the sound came from. His eyes widened with fear at the figure that stood behind him. It was a tall figure, cloaked in black. The dark hood that covered the figures head only showed his mouth, which was twisted into a sinister grin, and the deathly colored skin that surrounded it. His hands where the same death like color and the bones and veins showed underneath the skin that seemed to stretch painfully over the hand that clutched the sinister looking scythe in his grip.

Jack scrambled to feet and held the staff he had found before him. This only gained another amused chuckle from the figure.

"Yes you are perfect for the job." He hummed in a wispy yet raspy voice that sent shivers down Jack's spine.

"W-Who are you?! Why can you see me?!" Jack stuttered out. Out of all the people here who couldn't see him, why did it have to be the tall, dark, and creepy guy?

"You truly are new aren't you!? Well then, let me explain." Jack didn't trust the sickening smile upon his face, but at the same time he wanted answers. So he decided to listen but kept up the staff for fear of being attacked.

The man just seemed to become even more amused by the teen's reaction. "You see child, you are a spirit, one of winter it seems. You are invisible to the mortals unless they believe in you, so knowing your spirit name. I am Death and you are?"

Jack froze a second before answering, "…Jack Frost. Are you saying, I'm dead?"

"No, far from it. But now let's get down to business. Your name must change, Jack Frost will not work for my angel."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you say I was a-a winter spirit?"

"Hmm, I did but I'm not letting you go. You see you're my little angel of death."

"What? But I don't kill!" Jack began backing away from Death. Death let out a chilling bark of laughter. Jack just continued to back away. "It's true!"

Death sighed. "Come now, you can't be that stupid angel. Come, I'll show you what you do." Before Jack could react, Death shot forward and grabbed the boy's arm and a black mist rose to engulf them.

When the darkness subsided, Jack found himself inside a home. His staff was no longer in his hands, but now sat within Death's.

"I expected you to change, but I didn't realize how perfect you'd look!" Jack was confused for a moment before he looked down at himself to find himself wearing a light blue long sleeved shirt and slightly darker blue pants. He still had no shoes on and a rustle behind him caught his attention. Jack craned his neck to look behind him only to gasp in shock. Upon his back was a pair of ice blue wings, feather's made of ice and shinning in the moon light that still shown through the window.

Jack gasped. "What did you do?"

"I'm just helping you get into your skin." There was a twisted smile resting upon his lips again.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. Now you have to go do your job, and remember to use your powers." Then Death vanished just as a soft voice spoke up.

"Are you my angel?" Jack turned to look at the young boy that looked up at him with eyes pleading Jack say yes. So he did.

"Y-Yes."

"Can you take me away from here?" Tears filled the teal eyes of the black haired child.

"Where do you want to go?"

"To the paradise mentioned in a story I heard." The boy ran over and into Jack's arms and wept. "P-Please? I…I do-n't want to be here an-any-more!"

"Jack knelt down and began to comfort the child. "Sh… It's alright. Just close your eyes for me ok?" The child nodded and closed his eyes. "Now imagine a beautiful place ok? Can you see it?" a nod. "Good, now can feel it deep within? Can you see yourself there?" He heard a laugh from the child as the younger boy found himself in the paradise imagined. Jack smiled and placed his hand upon the boy's chest, right above his heart.

That's when it all went wrong.

Jack's powers responded to his joy he felt for the boy and it traveled through his hand into the child's chest. Jack watched with horror as the child's lips turned blue and his skin paled, soon joining in with the frozen color. The child's breath stopped and his legs gave out under him, letting his weight drop on Jack. The spirit caught the child and placed him on the floor, shaking the still and yet smiling child.

"Hey!" Jack called, anxiety spiking. "Wake up. Wake up!" For what felt like hours, when in reality was only a few minutes, Jack shook the child and tried to wake him. However, Jack soon realized that the child would never open his eyes, never wake up. He was dead.

"No." Jack whispered in horror and he stood up and backed away from the frozen body. Not able to stand the sight any longer Jack took off out of the nearest window, the wind catching him and his wings opened unconsciously, and he took off for the lake.

He reached the water in record time and curled up upon the snow covered shore, trying to process what had just happened. However, he didn't get long, for a familiar voice filled the air around him.

"Wonderful job, angel!" Death greeted.

Jack clutched his eyes closed and he choked out his reply. "Wh-at did you make me do!?"

Death grinned. "I didn't do anything. You did that all on your own."

"No! You did something! I-I don't kill people! I just can't!"

"Oh, but you did!" Death let out a cackle. "And don't try going off to tell about me or anything, they'll just wave you off. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone ended up hating you!"

"There are more of us?" Jack gasped.

"Oh, yes. But not all of them accept someone killing another, let alone a mortal child! I can just see it now! Everyone cursing you're name, shooting you hate filled glares and maybe even trying to kill you!" Death laughed.

"But you made me do this!"

"Did I?" That made Jack pause. "I mean I wasn't anywhere near you when you shot your power into the boy. How can I be to blame when it was your magic?"

Jack's breath stopped and Death moved to kneel before the boy. He let go of his scythe and put his hands upon Jack's cheeks, making their eyes meet. "But I don't care. You're the perfect angel of death. You're my little Blue Angel."

"DEATH!"

Death grinned and he stood and turned away from the young spirit on the ground. "Mother Nature, I was wondering when you'd get here." He answered the voice. He turned to look at the woman that stood, seething before him. She had long wavy brown hair, crowned with a ring of golden leaves and pink flowers, piercing green eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Her outfit was a long green dress that reached the ground that was made out of leaves. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she glared at the dark man.

"Leave my child alone!" She shouted.

"You're child?" Death hummed. "No I believed I claimed him first."

"He is not a thing to claim!" She exclaimed as she shot vines at the spirit of death. He simply vanished and she took no time in rushing over to her fearful child. As she knelt before him, she took in the appearance Death had forced upon the child, and the conduct MiM had left him nowhere in sight. She reached out to touch her child's cheek but he flinched away from her touch.

"Jack? It's alright, I'm here to help you." Her words did not reach him though, Death's words taking a deeply rooted grip on the boy's mind.

Jack shook his head. "Don't come near me! I don't want to hurt you!"

Her gaze grew saddened. "You won't hurt me Jack."

"Yes I will! I'm nothing but a murderer!"

"Jack, listen to me. You're not a murderer. I'll take you with me, away from this horrible man, and your siblings and I will help you."

Jack's eyes widened. "No! You can't tell anyone about me! I can't take the hate! Please!" He curled up into a pleading ball on the ground. Nature sighed in sadness. Death had too strong of a grip upon her spirit, amplified by the forced transformation and calls that were most likely echoing through his mind. If only she had gotten here sooner! She stood up and turned to the dark spirit that had been watching the scene play out.

"You may have a strong grip upon him now, but I will get my child back. Just wait." She growled. Death grinned as he walked over to the two and stood next to his "angel".

"I look forward to it." He laughed in mockery. "Oh and before we go, a gift." He tossed something at her which she caught as they vanished. Looking down, she found the shepherd's crook meant to be the boy's conduct within her hands. She sighed and took her leave, but not without one last sorrowful glace towards the moon.

For Jack, she did as he asked. She kept his name a secret to all but her other three children. Together they watched over him silently and waiting for the time they could get him away from Death's grip.

Who knew it would take 300 years later when a threat arose?

So? Is it good?

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Until next time! :D