[DISCONTINUED] Jack Frost X Reader

Chapter One

You were taking your little brother, Jamie, to the park one day. It was no big deal really, since Burgess was a relatively small town, so your overprotective mother let you walk alone. You were 17, and with a birthday on December 21st, the first day of winter, you were one of the youngest kids in your senior year of high school. You could drive, but you preferred to walk. It was your birthday today, and after a lovely morning filled with birthday presents set under the Christmas tree that was picked out yesterday in preparation for Christmas and your favorite breakfast, plus the promise that your family would decorate the tree as part of your birthday celebration, you agreed to take Jamie to the park.

As it so happens, one of your presents was a snow white beanie that neither of your parents seemed to remember buying, and it was wrapped up in royal blue paper and a silver ribbon bow, which you had been very cautious in opening. You were never the type to rip open the paper, you had a tendency of carefully undoing the tape and pulling the paper away in one piece, folding it up neatly and putting it to the side gently before examining the present. You had left the paper and ribbon on your bedside dresser in your room.

Before you walked out the door, you slipped on the hat in addition to your favorite royal blue hoodie and white skinny jeans with royal blue Vans. You didn't bother with gloves, and the only reason for the hat was because you liked the way it looked.

You loved the cold. You slept with the windows open in the middle of February, no matter how much your parents worried about people climbing into your window. In the summer, you had a notorious reputation for keeping the temperature in your room -and most of your house- at a cool 49 degrees Fahrenheit. Oftentimes when you were little, you broke the knob of the thermostat off so it would stay at the temperature you liked. You attributed your love of winter to being a winter baby, and being born in the middle of the worst blizzard ever to hit Burgess since a long chain in the early 1700's.

You bundled Jamie up in his sweater, vest, and furry hat with ear flaps, tucking a pair of gloves into his pocket as the eleven year old chattered on about something random. You, meanwhile, were thinking about the mysterious hat you were wearing. Who could have possibly given you this lovely gift? It was soft and warm and beautiful, with a soft blue snowflake pattern on the bottom. You turned you [E/C] eyes on Jamie as he said your name. "Yes Jamie?"

He rolled his eyes and huffed impatiently. "I said, aren't you going to be cold?"

"No." And with that simple statement, you stuffed your phone into your back pocket and clipped your key ring to your belt loop before pulling Jamie out the door and calling to your parents that you were leaving now. Your mother's faint reply from the back of the house signaled she heard you and you shut the door behind you with a click. You turned and gasped loudly.

The whole world seemed to be a winter wonderland.

You really should've stop being surprised by now, since it was like this every year on your birthday, but this year it seemed extra breathtaking, as if Jack Frost himself had decorated the neighborhood just for you.

You shook off that childish thought. You had once thought that Jack Frost had been real, like Santa and the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and the Sandman, but your beliefs had been crushed at the young age of seven. You still hoped they were real, if only for Jamie's sake, but you hadn't believed since.

But it was weird that every year, without fail, at the exact moment of the anniversary of your birth, the first snowflake of the season would fall, always blowing in through your window and landing lightly on your nose as you slept.

It was autumn last night, and a warm autumn indeed. You had been worried it wouldn't snow, and had stayed up almost all night with worry, and just as the digital clock's red glowing numbers changed from 2:42am to 2:43am, you saw a snowflake gently land on the very tip of your nose right before your eyelids slid shut of their own accord.