Prologue: The Problem

It wasn't every day Mother Nature felt stressed beyond belief. Sure, most people would think what she did was stressful. She was the matriarch of all of nature, and of course keeping the balance was hard work. Never had she found it stressful, though. She enjoyed herself very much because she didn't do it all by herself—she had a method.

Nature consisted of many things, but the main things were the four seasons. For that she had the quirky, impulsive, yet overall delightful Season sisters whom she loved dearly. After all, she did raise them herself! Despite their conflicting personalities, they were efficient and organized and they helped their adoptive Mother greatly—seasonal squabbles between the four aside.

Now little do most people know but if you go east enough, just beyond the North Pole and out into the Arctic Sea, there is a vast continent known as Crystal Springs. It is here that a good majority of magical creatures—mermaids, faeries, sprites, pixies, and gnomes to name but a few—hide themselves away from the mortals and live peacefully in their very own safe haven, ruled by Mother Nature herself. Those who helped Mother Nature were picked by her; so of course, nothing was ever out of place. But what Mother Nature and the youngest Season sister didn't count on were Jack's shenanigans.

As she left the warm kitchen of Santa's workshop, she shook her head. Mother Nature was at a loss. She was wondering if the council as a whole had done the right thing. Jack staying at the North Pole was definitely worrying her. Everyone knew that the winter sprite had it in for Santa.

She thought of the major issues at hand—the frozen volcano, the tropical snowstorm in the Amazon, and the poor, confused, geese. Not to mention the whole "Frostmas" thing, though it was the least of her problems right now (Nature came before the Council's issues almost always).

Now she knew how Santa felt.

"It would appear that you have your work cut out for you, Mother Nature," Father Time, who had silently made his way to her side, said.

She attempted to smile, but failed as the entire weight of the situation hit her.

"It would seem so. I suppose I'll have to get some help." She sighed. "I'll have to go visit the Frosts."

"Ah," Father Time said, "I am going to assume Winter is in a talkative mood. Your visit will be approximately two hours, forty-five minutes, and twenty seconds," he stated wisely. "Would you like the milliseconds?"

Mother Nature took a deep breath. "No thank you, Father Time. I trust your judgement."

"All the luck," he finished, smiling, as he faded away into the folds of time, vanishing on the spot.

Likewise, once Mother Nature reached the outskirts of Elfsburg, she did the same, disappearing in a flash of light. She found herself outside of a swirling pink portal, shrouded by trees—the entrance to her large garden home in the aforementioned Crystal Springs.

The visit with the Frosts' and large amount of work ahead was already giving her a headache. A walk around her garden sounded quite appealing, before she did the unthinkable, and brought Jack Frost's mother, perhaps his whole family, into this mess.


Anyone who knew Mother Nature on a very personal level—which was the majority of Crystal Springs—could tell you that she was not a procrastinator. Everything always went smoothly for her, since she tackled it ASAP. Today, however, was different.

Upon her arrival in Crystal Springs, she had taken a stroll through her many, many, many, many gardens. She was about to go for a thoughtful soak in the river running through her outdoor home when she caught herself.

Realizing she was putting off her visit, she turned away from the sparkling river, walking towards the greenhouse that served as her kitchen. The area indoors was large and spacious. The warmth hugged the many plants that grew amongst her counters and cabinets, Spanish moss hanging from the icebox and warm fireplace. The sun shone through the glass, casting everything in a sunny glow. Making herself some tea, she wandered outside and sat on her small garden chair, her flowered skirts pooling about her.

She sipped her tea, thinking of her untimely visit. It pained her every time she went to visit Winter, because more often than not it had to do with what her eldest had done now.

And that always made the painful past resurface.

Mother Nature had raised Winter and her three older siblings. The four season orientated sprites were delightful, even with the much bickering during the transitional seasons. At the time, many centuries ago, the young Mother Nature hadn't thought that any of the girls would do the human equivalent of settling down.

Fate, however, loved to bug Mother Nature. But even he couldn't prevent what had happened next, despite causing it. At the time, Crystal Springs was ruled by the royal family, the Frosts. They were powerful Heat Sprites, seasoned warlocks as well, and Fate had been angered by Queen Frost decades ago. In order to seek revenge, Fate had caused Queen Frost's first child to be split in two, creating twins. They were born amidst much confusion, and thus it was unsure which the rightful heir was.

Mother Nature had just risen to her new post two centuries prior to that, the first one having been quite worn out. She was called there that day to try to differentiate between the two newborns. They were too alike, but she had found a very slight difference in their hair colour. Queen Frost called them Blaise and Pyros, and the King and Queen debated what to do with them.

Knowing that Fate was the one behind it all, Mother Nature had decided that the King and Queen were to raise the two alongside each other, instead of separating them. One of them would want to rule, and the other wouldn't. Often, twins were opposite in nature—she would know. And as they grew over the centuries, Blaise, the twin with lighter hair, was every sense of the word good. Meanwhile Pyros, the twin with the darker hair, was quite mean and felt that he was meant to rule.

They were the same ages as the Season sisters, and when the brothers hit their twentieth century, Pyros began a conquest to take over the world. The battle went on for almost a millennium, Pyros causing as much confusion and chaos as possible by disrupting the balance, Blaise doing everything to stop him and keep his people safe. Towards the end, Pyros made a terrible choice. He revealed them to the mortals and began to take hostages—including Mother Nature's four protégés.

Enraged, Mother Nature had enlisted the help of Cheri, Witch of Darkness, and Glenda, Witch of the Light. They managed to get Spring, Summer and Autumn back—but Winter was trapped.

The three young women told their adoptive mother of how each and every time, Winter made them go first. When the two witches had tried to save Winter that day, Pyros was ready for them and had sent them away with his dark magic. Cheri was at a loss as to how he had managed to overcome them. Blaise, however, visited them the very next day. He had been able to infiltrate his brother's fortress, and found the young Winter. He had been doing this for a while now and was able to hatch a plan with Winter that would allow everyone to escape. It had worked, and the two Witches had sealed Pyros away and re-cloaked Crystal Springs.

The Frosts, however, had decided to relinquish their rule; they thought to hand the crown down to Blaise. Blaise, however, wanted nothing to do with ruling the Springs; he abolished the monarchy and ended up giving control over to Mother Nature, occasionally co-ruling when she asked him, or when it was necessary.

Having been trapped in Pyros' prisons for longer than her sisters, the whole ordeal had done its number on her. Winter had known nothing but love from a very young age and being thrown into those dungeons had been a terrible ordeal for all four of them—her more than any of the Seasons. After the war, Winter had done the unthinkable: she froze herself over. She was still pleasant as always, kind, and caring, but she would not open her heart to anyone. Blaise changed that, though. He managed to thaw Winter's heart, as cliché as it sounds. They ended up getting married and settling down together—something the Matriarch had never thought any of her girls would do.

Mother Nature sipped her tea, shaking her head. She had never counted on that, but Blaise made Winter happy, and with the love she had for the snowy sprite, she accepted it. And then, Blaise and Winter had their first child—Jack Frost. When he was a young boy, he was eager to learn everything his mother could teach him. And when she could teach him no more, he learnt from books and the witches, going so far as to break into the immortal equivalent of an "afterlife" to find the long-lost winter spirits and learn from them.

He was totally frozen, much like Winter had been, but to a greater extent—it was as if there was an unbeknownst evil driving him. He established himself throughout the continent, and had made himself a Legend with the mortals, earning a seat on the Council of Legendary Figures. When he was nearing his twenty fifth century, his parents welcomed a new baby girl whom, like her older brother, favoured her mother's powers. They called her Jacqueline (Winter was fond of the matching names, which came in handy when the Legate Law was passed) and she was never very far from her older brother.

What happened next in the story always hurt Mother Nature deeply. Her face dropped as she sipped her tea, thinking of that terrible, terrible day. Jack was the ideal big brother to his sister, teaching her what he knew, playing with her…but each year, despite the soft spot he had for his sister, his wicked ways only worsened, until one fateful night.

It didn't matter that he had a whole season to himself, it wasn't enough. Everyone else on the Council had something to their name. That Santa Claus had a holiday in his season and was celebrated by all the mortals, during Jack's time to shine. He was being shoved into the background, even if he was suppose to support Santa. And on that fateful night, Jack had had it. He left his home, hurting his father, mother and sister in the process—the soft spot he had completely gone, as it seemed.

Ever since, whenever Mother Nature saw her youngest sprite, she could see the pain of Jack's betrayal reflected in her eyes, feel it in her aura. Their visits started out happy each time, but nothing could help to heal Winter's already wounded heart. For centuries after Jack left, Winter had been awfully sad, and nothing they could do helped. Eventually, she managed to function year to year—at the cost of freezing herself once more. Two centuries or so later they had twins, favouring Blaise's powers, much to his happiness. The new addition seemed to rejuvenate Winter, in a way…

But Mother Nature knew how much it pained her to see them grow, not knowing their oldest brother, even now. Sighing, her thoughts returning to the present, she went to sip her tea, finishing it off.

This visit was to be the worst one in a long while. She could picture it already: Winter would smile and greet her normally, make some hot chocolate for them both and they'd talk for a bit, when she had to drop the proverbial bomb, as it were. You son has disrupted the balance and abused his powers. Geese are in Canada, confused and freezing, Mexico is experiencing a nasty cold front, the Amazon is covered in a never-ending blanket of white. Oh, yes, and there's this frozen volcano…not to mention these cardboard cut-outs.

She'd be beside herself with disappointment. Angrily, Mother Nature reflected on the whole story. Somehow this was all Fate's fault. "You have a terrible sense of humour Fate, if this is your idea of a joke," she said out loud.

Instantly the cold laughter floated around her as the cloaked figure appeared on the chair across from her. He seemed to flicker, black smoke floating about him.

"While it's not my idea of a good joke, it is quite funny, I think."

Angrily, Mother Nature created a breeze, flicking back the hood to reveal the pale face underneath, with his milky grey eyes and tied back dark hair.

"What are you doing here? I have a lot to do."

"Really now? On the contrary, you don't seem to be busy to me," he said, pointing at the cup of tea in front of her. She flushed, angrily glaring at Fate. He was the only immortal who caused her to have such a reaction, he was just so hard to be around, let alone deal with. Snickering, he conjured a second cup and helped himself to some tea.

"All kidding aside though, I am here because you are right as always, Earth Lady. This whole thing is my fault. However, I do have a plan for the future. And you need to get going in order for everything to go as planned. And yet, here you are, sipping tea, putting off your duties. Tit, tit, Mother Gaia would never approve."

She glared, guilt assailing her. Fate was right; she would have disappointed her precedent and Mother, in all senses of the word. Getting up, she turned to go, looking at Fate one last time.

"I'm more than happy to take my leave now," she began, getting up. Fixing her skirts, she began to dematerialize, turning to the cloaked figure one last time. "Don't be here when I get back," she said. She turned around, briefly pausing her teleportation, narrowing her eyes at the cloaked figure who sat oh so comfortably sipping the tea he was not welcome to in the first place. "You really are a cruel man," she said, disappearing in a blinding flash of light.

"Don't I know it," Fate said to the residual light, sipping his tea, a slight smile on his face. "Don't I know it."


A/N-Edited as of December 21st, 2016! Hello friends! Thank you for reading the prologue of Meet the Frosts-especially this newly edited version. Meet the Frosts is something I have always wanted to read, and so I wrote it. It's my explanation for how Jack's shenanigans are fixed, which actually arose from some theorizing after TSC 3 which lead to the creation of Jack's Family and Crystal Springs. The prologue is mainly a historic background chapter-next chapter we get to Meet the Frosts, officially! (That'll be edited tomorrow, I hope!)

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DISCLAIMER

I do not own The Santa Clause movies, Mother Nature, Jack Frost, Father Time or any other figure mentioned here as they are portrayed in The Santa Clause universe. I'm not making any profit off of this. I do own the Season Sister characters, as well as Crystal Springs and the rest of the Frost family. Any resemblance they bare to anyone/place/thing are coincidental. I would say I own Fate; however his character scares me and as such, he can own himself. To a point.