A/N yes I know I should be working on my other fics, yes I don't care. I love this fandom. Big thanks to LadyLombax for letting me use her idea!

Also i dont write romance so no shipping here

I don't own ROTG or the cover photo

Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold. And I was scared. But then, as if a cloth had slid from my eyes, then I saw a dim view of the moon. It was so big and so bright, even with my limitation. It seemed to chase more of the hazy darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore. Why I was there and what I was meant to do, that I've never known. And a part of me wonders if I ever will.

First steps are shaky, difficult, as I slide slightly across the ice. The dim haziness across my vision is getting stronger, but for some reason it doesn't bother me, like I have experienced this before, but I can't have.

My feet knock against a staff running frost up its length, giving it a slightly blued look. I grasp it, causing it to send off a bolt of frost. This startles me enough that I drop it, frost ferns spreading out from where the end falls. I look at the seemingly uninteresting wood with more interest now, what else could I do with this?

A tap against a tree sends ferns running up the trunk. The possibilities seem endless; I skate across the pond dragging the staff behind me leaving patterns etched on to the surface. The joy, excitement, and wonder were probably evident on my face.

The wind grabs me and tosses me upward. I hover and I can see the full extent of what I have done, it's amazing. Then the brief panic as I fall from the winds grasp. I know better how to ride the wind now.

I manage to get a hold of a large tree branch, nearly laughing with the discovery and wonder of everything I have learned in such a short time. Crouching I lift myself in a more upright position. There were the lights of a town in the distance.

Still unused to flight I shakily land just inside the boarders. I realize how thick the darkness has become across my vision as I catch a dim look of a burning camp fire.

"Hello. Hello. Good evening, ma'am. Ma'am?" There's no response, no reaction. I turn to a boy running past me, moving in front of him and crouching down. Excuse me. Can you tell me where I am? He runs right through leaving me gasping. It hurts deep in my chest. A painful ache in my heart. The clouds on the edge of my vision move in closer.

Another person passes through me, a woman. Then a man. Each pass results in a deep ache, each as painful as the last." Hello?" This is my last ditch effort. Nothing. I need to get out of this town. Stumbling I head back into the woods.

Then the darkness on the edge of my vision moves. It covers the rest of my clouded vision, leaving me in the dark. It doesn't frighten me though. It is like I have been used to this for a long while. Still the loss of sight pains me ever so slightly.

My name is Jack Frost. How do I know that? The moon told me so. But that was all he ever told me. And that was a long, long time ago.

The following 300 years were mostly spent in the dark. With only the moon as a guide.

A/N this should be update fairly quickly considering I own the move *happy dance*. Leave a review please. I will answer any questions if you ask. Again please leave a review.