So uhm, basically, this is my first ROTG fanfic. I just really wanted to make a story about the best movie of all time! I hope you will be so kind enough to at least try this fanfic. Though I don't update that often, I still wanted to try publishing a story for ROTG! There were so many amazing stories in this fandom I was just so inspired to try and make some too! Probably a small thanks to those awesome stories I've just read! Please feel free to take your time on reading this~!

A boy just met the world.

He was named Jack Frost.

A curious boy he was. Always filled with childish glee despite the fact that he had just awoken to an unknown world. Though, he was not to be blamed… he was still a child.

For some reason… he felt he was special (at first scared and panicked as he was sure he was just in a dark and cold place moments ago)in a way as he stared up at the huge moon above him. The way the moon spoke his name (Yes! He really spoke!), he felt a small tingle of comfort, pride and…magic.

No surprise there… he had this staff, a shepherd's staff. It responds with his touch. The way it glowed at his touch and develop frost throughout the aged surface, he knew it was special… just like him! A grin grew across his face as he ran around the frozen lake, tripping most of the times, while dragging the item behind him. He watched in pure fascination as more frost appeared. He repeated this act on trees, bushes, stones- everything he could lay his eyes upon.

His brown cloak fluttered behind him as he twisted and twirled around the ice and suddenly he was picked off the ground and was being carried gently by the wind, though a little clumsy as he flailed around. He was able to get a glimpse of his creation below before abruptly falling down towards a bunch of trees. He managed to land on a thick branch before snapping out of his shock and soon started laughing. Like everything had just been part of a game.

Suddenly he spotted a small village not too far away. His eyes narrowed as he carefully pushed himself up and tried to keep his balance.

And before he knew it, he was back on air. Apparently, he was not traumatized from the earlier incident he just experienced as he the wind clumsily let the boy fly in an odd pattern. It wasn't really the wind's fault. If only the boy would stop flailing and at least hold back on trying to move so much, then he wouldn't have landed roughly on a nearby snow bank.

But nevertheless, the white haired teen was back on his feet, laughing as if he had just enjoyed a roller coaster ride. Or probably because he knew how hilarious he must've looked.

His smile grew wider as he saw a couple of people walk by and excitement rushed through him as he started greeting every human that would pass by.

"Hello!" He turned to another person cheerfully, "Hello!" Then he saw a lady, thinking he could at least ask her where he was, he greeted, "Good evening ma'am! Ma'am-?" The woman sitting by her front porch remained unresponsive as if she had not heard the teen. He frowned and turned to a child who seemed to be chasing a dog. He really didn't want to ruin his fun, but he really wanted to know something, anything about where he actually was.

"Oh! Uhm... excuse me, can you tell me where I am-?"

Then… something unexplainable happened.

He gasped, a horrified –pain filled gasp as the boy went through him. His blue eyes widened in shock, confusion… and disbelief.

He stepped back only to have another person pass through him, and then another… and another. He refused to believe this as he called out, desperation etched his voice, "Hello?!"

He slowly backed away with furrowed eyebrows before slowly turning away as pain reflected his stormy blue eyes. He kept on turning back, hoping… believing someone would turn his way but…

…no one did.

Finally he left.

However, he refused to believe what he had just realized and tried to look for someone, anyone to notice and see him!

He landed roughly on the ground of some unknown place. It was already morning. Flying without experience was a really tough thing. So back to the point, Jack realized his location was not that important. As long as there were people then it's fine.

"Please tell me you can see me." He stopped in front of a man who was carrying a pile of wood, and instantly, he was walked through. Though the man shuddered and muttered something about the weather getting colder and colder.

"Hello? Hey kid!" This time he stood in front of a kid who was sitting on a log whilst reading an item (a book) which Jack didn't seem to recognize. He pursed his lips as he felt something akin to frustration build within him.

But this frustration was momentarily forgotten as the boy in front of him was suddenly hit by snow. Correction, it was a snowball.

Jack held back a yelp as he fell on his bottom in surprise and watched as the small kid turned to the perpetrator that threw the snowball. Jack watched as the child push off the snow on his shoulders with a frown, but soon that frown turned to fear as big looking children approached him.

"Enjoying yourself?" One of the big kids had a snarky smirk.

"Leave me alone." The small kid muttered and was about to rush off only to be stopped. His book was grabbed and thrown away, at Jack's direction to be exact, and the winter spirit automatically tried to grab the item but it just went through him. He gaped in disbelief. Even objects passed through him? This was absurd! How come he can hold his staff? Touch trees? Heck! Even the winds can hold him!

Does he… does he even exist?

Or was he just a figment of imagination?

The ruckus being made by the children wasn't helping him out either. He pursed his lips as he shook his head and bent down. He groped the ground and to his surprise he was able to grab a pile of snow and form it into a snowball. But immediately, he let the shock pass and skillfully threw the snowball to the bullies.

Surprise flashed through their faces and Jack was pretty sure that the bully was going to explode in anger and just make the poor kid's situation a little worse, but much to his surprise, he saw small blue sparks surround the bigger kid's eyes and his face broke into a grin.

"Snowball fight!"

Then, a war had commenced! Jack wanted to join, and he did! Instantaneously he was engrossed with the game. He forgot about his main purpose on being there. He forgot the distressing problem he was currently facing. He forgot no one could see him.

Well, that is until… the children had to go back to their homes. Jack was about to ask them if they could play a little longer when all of them passed by him.

The feelings that had left him moments ago, came rushing back to him. He felt his head drop and the wind try to comfort him. But it was useless. Just utterly useless…

"Why? WHY?" He yelled particularly at no one, "I don't understand! What-why am I even here?" He looked up the sky. And suddenly, he had this crazy idea to fly towards the moon- wherever he was seeing that it wasn't night. But he didn't care. He'll demand that voice for answers. Reasons. Purposes!

He hated this feeling! The feeling of pain when people would pass by him and ignore him.

He… he wanted to be seen!

"AAAHHHHHHH!" He then rocketed up the sky and screamed his heart out. Ignoring the tears that flowed down his cheeks and turn frozen.

No sooner, did that village found itself in the midst of a sudden, unexplainable snowstorm.

I wanted the story to start out by showing how lonely Jack could've been with people not recognizing his existence and all... before I move on to another plot and so on! Though it would be great if you guys could give me some ideas? Maybe? Pretty please? And some facts and details of what I should know about ROTG to help with the future chapters? It'd be a great help! I'm still not knowledgeable about ROTG

Reviews would be greatly appreciated! Bye! :D