My Guardian Angel- Jack Frost fan fiction

Chapter 2- The Beginning continues

....And he flew. The wind plucked him from his decent and lovingly spun him into a flip. All the time he shouted in joy. My jaw dropped. WHO THE HELL WAS THIS GUY?

After a few more somersaults he came back to the windowsill.

"Wha..." I stammered incoherently. (nice one brain!)

Now he was ecstatic. "You can see me, like really, honestly see me and hear me."

"Yes," I said at last, then got angry. "And who the hell are you... you... you"

I couldn't find a word to describe him, so got frustrated and hit him instead. Not one of my proudest moments, it has to be said.

"Ow," he said but was grinning like hell. His smile was crooked and cocky and...Uh, annoying.

"You... You idiot. You don't just throw yourself off a window without telling someone you can fly. You gave me a heart attack." I stamped my foot.

"Hit me again," he stated.

"What?" This was getting weirder and weirder. Who asks someone to hit them again when they know they're going to get hurt? Even if they're not strictly speaking 'normal'.

"Please."

I obliged, 3 times. Each time he looked happier and happier. His eyes started gathering tears, but not of pain. My punches aren't hard enough for that. Just happy tears.

"Okay," I said after a while, after I calmed down. "That's weird. But please tell me who you are."

The white haired boy gave me a strange look, as if I had just suggested the moon was made of cheese. "You don't know?"

I shrugged, searching my memory. "Are you famous or something?"

He chuckled, "yeah I guess you could say that."

I folded my arms. "Okay wise guy. Tell me or I shut this window in your face."

He gave me that lopsided smile, "you probably won't believe me even if I told you."

"Try me," I challenged giving him a stern look.

He hovered before me, looking me dead in the eyes. His eyes really were astonishing.

"I'm Jack Frost."

His words were gentle, like the rustle of wind though the branches of a tree or the

kiss of an early morning mist. They hung there, suspended between us.

Of course I knew who Jack Frost was and it wasn't just though the '...nipping at your nose' part either. My Babushka (grandmother) used to tell me story's about him when I was small and she still tells them to my little cousins Maya, Alexandra and Vladimir. (I know, very Russian for the south west of England). And yes, I guess some small, childish side of me had always kept believing that things like magic existing. (Oh, who am I kidding? I am the sort of girl who will still belt out Disney songs at any moment. And I'm 15!). But I didn't think things like that actually EXISTED!

"You cannot be serious!" I exclaimed.

He winked at me, "oh, never serious Snowflake, but I'm telling the truth."

The wink made me blush ever-so-slightly. It wasn't often that cute guys winked at me (and when I say 'wasn't often' I mean 'never happened until that moment and I was sort of loving it'). Then I cursed myself for thinking he was cute.

"Prove it." I demanded. If he could provide me with irrefutable evidence then maybe all this was true and I wasn't going insane. I mean it could still be a trick with the flying thing. Yeah, totally.

"Okay," he said archly. "Can I come in first?"

I let him float thought the window. I secretly thanked the gods for the fact my Dad and the 'wicked witch of the west' were working late, meaning they would get back at the wee hours of the morning. If they caught me with a boy in my room then there'd be hell to pay.

"So?" I asked expectantly.

"Give me a second Snowflake, I'm thinking. Nice bunny slippers by the way."

I crossed my arms, skipping over the slipper remark. "My name is not 'Snowflake'."

"Well what is it then?"

"Natalia," I said flatly. "Natalia Morozov."

Jack thought for a moment. He stood in the middle of my room, tugging at his bottom lip as he thought. Then he seemed to have a brainwave. "I like Snowflake better. Now..."

Jack spun dramatically around, sweeping out his stick like a cloak. "Ma'am, for your entertainment I present you with..." His stick made contact with the floor. "... Your very own snow day."

Snow began to rain down on me from above, coating my arms and hair. I spread my hands wide to catch them. One even landed on the end of my nose. I started giggling like a child, spinning round and round causing the flakes to dance with me. This was amazing! Fantastic! It was snowing! In my room!

I laughed until there was no more breath in my body and tears streamed down my cheeks. This was fantastic, wonderful, superb. In all my wildest dreams of Time Lords and boy wizards and fairies with laser guns I never thought I would ever get to experience something as magical as this! Magical and real!

After a while I stopped. Small drifts of snow had gathered at the fringes of my room, frost patterns had painted themselves over my window. And there he was. Winter personified. Jack Frost. It all made sense now. The pale completion, the frost patterned clothes, white hair and those eyes. Old and young. That was the only way to describe them. They were filled with a fun and a youth that would always be eternal.

I walked up to him slowly, as if in a dream. "You are real." I stated, no doubts left in my heart.

He was so delighted by this he though his arms round me and hugged me tight. I have to admit, I'm not the most social or bold person in the world and I don't always like hugs, but for Jack, I would make the exception. You got the idea he had been though more than most people would want to know, just by how amazed he was someone could see him. Here was a person who deserved a hug.

As he held me close, a cold spread though me, but a comfortable one. Like an ice cold breeze on a hot day or the chill as heavy rain as it falls down on you on the one day you most need and want it.

It was that blissful sort of cold.

A familiar one.