You sat outside on a park bench, neatly wrapped in your warm coat and scarf. You smiled, humming to yourself as the cool winter breeze idly flew by. As your nose grew increasingly colder, you pulled up your scarf with a mitten-enclosed hand. "My, seems as though Mr. Frost is bringing extra care into his work today," you stated with a delicate shiver. You lightly crunched the snow under your boots, smiling at the crunching noises produced from your actions. You felt your hand graze upon snow that rested on the bench seat beside you, and you took off your mitten to further inspect. Picking up the tuft of snow, you carefully squeezed it in your hand, feeling the cold, icy substance melt in your grasp. Out of all the seasons, winter was most certainly your favourite, since you could feel everything so clearly.

But of course, you couldn't see any of it. You were blind, after all.

You only had vague memories of the seasons, from before you went blind. You remember the pure white colour that snow had, and the beautiful cloth a few inches brought upon the ground.

You remember the accident so clearly, as if it had happened only yesterday. Your parents had taken you to a family picnic for the Fourth of July, and someone had accidentally set off a firework right by you. The shock from the blast caused permanent damage and you went blind. You had only been six.

However, being blind no longer bothered you, since you were now eighteen; you had grown used to not seeing anything. You welcomed it, actually. One could call being blind an advantage, even. Then, you could never judge anything based simply on appearance, and because of this reason, you had experience so much more than the average person would in only eighteen years. (In your "eyes" at least. [badumtss] Ok sorry I won't interrupt anymore.)

"Achoo!" You sniffed, feeling slightly colder. "I should be getting home soon, shouldn't I?"

"Aww, leaving so soon?" You heard a male voice say around you. Your expression turned to one of confusion.

"Is someone there?" You asked, wondering who could be there with you. You didn't recognize the voice.

"Wait, you can hear me? But you can't see me? I'm right in front of you." The male voice continued. He seemed a little surprised for some reason.

"No, of course I can't see you, silly. I'm blind." You smiled a little, keeping your head turned straight. "May I know who is speaking to me?"

"Oh...I guess that explains things. Well, my name is Jack Frost, the Spirit of all things Wintery and Fun!" He said, excitement in his voice.

"Really? Well, you must lead an interesting life. My name's (Name). It's nice to meet you, Mr. Frost." You held out your mitten-less hand for a handshake, but after a few seconds, you still felt only air.
"Aren't you going to shake my hand?"

"Why would I shake your hand...?" He asked, clearly confused. You giggled.

"It's polite to shake someone's hand when you meet them. You should know this, Mr. Frost." You felt a cold hand hesitantly take yours, and you initiated the shake.

"I'm not sure I understand, but alright. And you can just call me Jack," He said, and you could detect a hint of a smile in his voice. "So, (Name), wanna have some fun?"

"Fun? What kind of fun?" You asked, slightly tilting your head to the side. You felt him pull you up, and you grabbed your walking-stick as he did so.

"You'll see." As he said it, you could feel an arm tighten around your waist. "Hold on, you're in for a bumpy ride!" You quickly put your arms around what you believed to be his neck as you felt the ground disappear from your feet. You let out a scream as you felt wind rushing past you. You could only describe the moment as what it must feel like to fly. Obviously, you actually were flying through the air.

You let out another scream as your stomach did flip-flops. You only heard Jack laugh in response as he flew faster and faster. This was one of those moments where you were especially thankful to be blind, because then you couldn't see how far the ground was below you. As far as you were concerned, the ground could only be inches below you. (Though, you were quite certain that wasn't the case.)

Once you finally felt the ground re-connect with your feet, your knees instantly buckled under you. Before you could fall, however, you felt Jack's grip around you tighten, catching you.

"Woa, there! You ok?" You turned your head up toward his voice, giving an apologetic smile.

"Yeah, sorry about that, not used to...flying," You said with a slight laugh.

=Jack's POV=

I looked down at her and noticed her eyes for the first time. They were a blank white, truly signifying she was blind. To be honest, her white eyes looked beautiful. They went well with her (s/t) skin and (h/c) hair. I felt a small blush crawl across my cheeks as I realized what on Earth I was thinking, exactly. Thank goodness she was blind and couldn't see my face.

"No, it's fine, but you have to admit it was fun." I said, grinning down at her. She smiled.

"Yes, it was fun...But terrifying as well," She said with a small laugh. I had just noticed it was growing dark.

"If you'd like, you could tell me where you live and I'll take you home," I offered, wanting to make sure she arrived home safely.

"Well, you've certainly proved to me you're who you say you are. You're cold to the touch, and, well, you can fly. Alright," She said with a light-hearted giggle. I smiled.

~Time skippy~

I opened the window to what appeared to be her bedroom and slipped inside, placing her down on the floor. The room was bare other than her walls being pink, the bed, her closet, and a night stand. However, that could only be expected. What else would a blind woman need?

"Thank you for taking me home, Jack," She said as she started taking off her winter-essentials. She smiled appreciatively in my general direction.

"No problem. Since you're home safe now, I should get going. I have snow days to create after all!" I grinned, walking over to the window to exit.

"Jack?"

I turned, looking at her. "Yeah?"

"Could you visit again soon?" I smiled.

"Of course. I'll see you again soon, snowflake." She smiled in return as I hopped out the window, closing it behind me.

=Reader's POV=

You sat on your bed, smiling to yourself. You felt an odd feeling prickle at the base of your stomach, and a heat find it's way to your cheeks. You sighed happily, laying back on your bed.

"See you soon, Jack."