JackFrostXReader

Snow.

You bounded out of bed and pressed your face to the cold glass pane of the window peering outside. A huge grin attacked your petite pale face as you saw the blankets of white ice and snowmen that seemed to have appeared just overnight.  Winter was by far your favorite season of the year and the feeling of snow between your fingers was just indescribable.  You found yourself tracing your finger around the patterns of icicles that had formed on the window.

"Hey (Name)!"

The voice shook you out of your daydream and you  jumped back as your best friend Jamie Bennett appeared in front of your window with a snowball and wooden sled.  Even though he was now sixteen he still had the energy of a ten year old.

"Come outside! We're gonna get the gang together and have the first snowball fight for the year!"
Jamie was practically jumping up and down with impatience.

Your  bright (e/c) eyes lit up with excitement but then your brutal asthmatic cough kicked in again right on cue.
"I cant play, I'm sick remember." you wheezed out in between breaths,

For reasons unknown you were always sick with something or another. For the past year your mum had dragged you to practically every doctor in the state but all of them had said the same thing.
"It seems that (Name) has a weak body that cant support her. You should probably just slow down anything that may cause her to lose breath or exhaust her."

Your mum and dad worked full time jobs and did not plan on you having such a disability. Too be honest they just didn’t know what to do with a constantly sick kid. So in the course of three short weeks you dropped out of school to be homeschooled by a frog-faced nanny and during the weekends you just stayed in your room. Nowadays you rarely ever left the house.

Jamie's face dropped with disappointment.
"That sucks. Well stay here we might come back around later. You can keep a watch out to see if you can spot  Phil!"
With saying that he ran around the corner out of your line of sight.

"Phil?" Oh that’s right, it must be that yeti that Jamie keeps swearing  he's met.
You were excited at the thought that they would come around later but you wished that you could go out and play with them.  I mean you could go outside you just couldn't run around for long. But then again that’s the argument of a sixteen  year old against adult parents.

There was a knock on your bedroom door and you dove into bed hiding yourselves under the sheets so that only your fluffy (H/c) hair was visible. It was probably just mum coming in to say goodbye before she left.

"You had your hands up on the window didn't you?"
You cringed and buried yourself deeper in the patched quilt. There was no way you couldn’t tell her that it was also your face that was on the window, that would just make things worse.

"DO YOU WANT TO MAKE YOURSELF SICK! If your looking for attention then you have it! Your father and I work to earn to money to try and make you better. Not for you to leave you home and let yourself get worse!"

'Don’t cry' you thought to yourself. 'Don’t cry or she wins.'
Soon enough she finished her angry rage and stormed out of your room slamming the door behind her. A minute later you heard the sound of squeaking tires  go past your window as she drove off to work.

When you were sure that she was gone you groggily stumbled out of bed and sat in between your bed so that your feet pressed against the cool glass. You read somewhere that ice reduced mental pain of some sort so you pressed you feet hard against the glass until they started to burn from the cold.
You winced with pain but it was starting to take your mind off what just happened earlier.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You spin your head around to see who spoke but there is no one in your room to be seen. Must have been your imagination. It was about time that you started to go mad anyway.

"I'm up here." The voice said again.

You turned around and looked up at the top of your wardrobe where you were certain the voice came from.  

There was a boy in your room.

And not just any boy I might add. It would be a crime to call him anything else then drop dead hot.
Although it wasn't the fact that there was a gorgeous male in your room that first came to your mind..,

"You not wearing any shoes…" you stammered trying to keep any form of a blush off your face.

He raised his eyebrow as if to say "That’s the best conversation starter you can come up with?"
He chuckled slightly and jumped off the wardrobe so that he was eye level with you.

"While that is a magnificent observation on your part, your not wearing shoes either." he said with a humorous tone pointing to your cold feet.

From up close you got a better look at the boy. His hair was pure white yet you swore you could see traces of black or brown hair strands. Was it bleached or was he albino? The blue hoodie that he was wearing seemed to be lined with icicles and frost.  Also his eyes, you had never seen blue eyes that were so bright before. As odd as that color would look on regular people it seemed to fight him perfectly. And finally as you had stupidly pointed out earlier. He wore no shoes.

"I'm guessing you like what you see?" he asked mockingly.

You gasped not realizing that you had been staring. You plastered on a poker face and pretended to analyze him .
"Not bad, Not bad at all. Hmm think I've seen better though"

"I don’t want I would want to meet your taste in guys then." He spoke back with a grin widening on his face.

Finally it hit you what questions you should be asking.
"Wait who are you?! How did you get in here?"

"The names Jack Frost." he reached down to pick up a long wooden staff that he had placed on the floor earlier. "And I would guess that your name is (Name) judging by the labels on the books, clothes….seriously you have an obsession with labels or something. Getting in wasn’t hard just came through the front door."

"Wait that cant be right? My mum would have seen you."

The smile dropped from his face instantly.
"Well yeah most people cant see me…" he ran his hand through his hair absentmindedly .
Time for you to change the subject.

"So are you the same 'Jack Frost' that Jamie keeps going on about?"

The smile returned to his face and he gave a bow.
"The one and only.  Does he talk about me a lot?"

"Yeah I don’t think you need more of an ego boost." you replied. "But Jamie speaks highly of you though. Although for some reason I imagined you more...no never mind."

"No no finish your sentence." he said eagerly

You got up from where you were sitting and shuffled behind Jack pulling open the chest of drawers beside your bed. After a moment of paper tossing you found what you were looking for.
"I thought you looked like this."
You handed him the picture of Jack Frost from the movie "The Santa Claus 3".
He stared at it for a moment then back up at you before collapsing with laughter.

"You cant be serious? That was the best they could come up with?"

"Yeah that was why I was worried when Jamie said that you two were good friends."

"Ha don’t worry I'm not a pedophile like this suggests." he said pointing to the picture.
He held it up to the right of his face and pulled an expression that matched the picture.

"I mean do I seriously look like that?"

"Like a photograph." you replied trying not to crack a smile. The look of betrayal on his face was just priceless. "Just grow your hair a bit longer and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

Before you could see his reaction your asthma kicked in and you coughed violently having to lean on your bedpost for support. You thought your could hear Jacks voice asking if you were alright and his hand on your shoulder, but the sickness seemed to be taking control of you. Finally after a minute or so you managed to slow down your breathing although you had to sit back down on the bed.

"You alright? " Jack asked you. You looked up at him to see him looking genuinely concerned. The expression didn't really suit him.

"Yeah don’t worry this is normal."

"Whew I thought that I just made a friend and she was about to die on me."
That’s more like it. This was the first time in years that someone had made jest of your illness and to be honest you were glad. You were sick of people constantly taking pity on you and assuming that you couldn't do anything.

For the next ten minutes or so you told Jack about your illness and why you were confined to your room. He sat silently and listened to you while you talked occasionally nodding his head. His eyes widened though when you told him that you hadn't been out in the snow for over a year now.

"So no snow fights…"
You shook your head.
"No forts…"
Another shake of the head.
"Any snowmen?"
"None."

"Well that." he took a deep breath. "That is just unacceptable."
He quickly stood up and grabbed a coat that was laying by the door and threw it to you.
"Get changed." he ordered while he turned his back. "We are going outside."

You stood there dumbstruck. What if mum came home early? What if you had a major Asthma attack while you were out there?

"If your not done changing in one minute I am turning back around." he called out snapping you away from your thoughts. You hurriedly pulled on another layer of clothes and did up your big puffy coat. While you changed Jack started to count down from thirty seconds. You pegged a nearby shoe at him to shut him up.
Exactly one minute later you were ready to go. You wore about eight different layers and looked like a balloon. You felt a bit embarrassed but Jack just laughed.
"I would overheat myself to death if I went out like that."

He opened the door slightly and gestured for you to go through. It suddenly hit you how weird the situation was.
"Hold up. You just busted into my house claiming you’re a snow-wielding legend and now you want me to leave to comfort of my own home?"

Jack pondered your question for a moment.
"Yeah that’s about right." he replied.

"How do I know your not lying to me. You could just be a regular pedophile in the making. Nah I'm staying here." you walked back over to the window and sat down facing away from him.

If he was insulted by that he did a great job of hiding it. (well you couldn't see anyway)
"You know I'm real (Name)" he spoke softly

"Even if you don't believe me at least go outside to see Jamie and the rest or your friends. If they cant convince you that I'm a good guy I will leave you alone, no questions asked."

You thought it over. Well Jamie knows what Jack Frost looks like so maybe he would be able to confirm if he was real or not. Also if he was a pedophile he couldn't kidnap you in this area since the police station was just around the corner. Also most importantly you wanted to go outside.

"Fine. But I'm leading the way and you must be in my sight at all times."
Without realizing it you made your tone sound like you still didn't trust him, Jack noticed this.

He nodded his head sadly. "That’s fair enough."

"Not trying to convince you that I'm real or anything, but. If you didn't believe in me you wouldn't be able to see me, or flirt with me. Also I must say you are surprising good at flirting considering you don’t get out much."

You rolled your eyes and smirked.
"Oh if I was flirting with you, you would know it."

"I would love to have the chance to find out. But I wont force you to come if you don’t want to. All I'm suggesting is a minor snowball attack on Jamie. Its up to you."

You had to admit it sounded tempting. You made up your mind and walked towards the door where Jack was standing. You still didn't fully believe him yet but you had a funny feeling that he wouldn't hurt you.
"No pressure but I was the Snowball fight champion back in the day. Don't be embarrassed if you cant keep up." you spoke as you opened the door wider.

Jack laughed.
"Don’t get cocky I've had lifetimes of practice."

The door opened fully and you gazed out at the blankets of snow and ice.
It was absolutely freezing but you felt amazing.

Just before you took your first step onto the crunchy snow you turned back to look at Jack who was still wearing only a hoodie and light brown pants.

"Wait aren’t you going to be cold?"

He grinned and joined you outside in the snow
"I'm a shoeless snow-wielding legend remember."