Previously:
At this moment in time, Jack Frost was living in an apartment in New York. The world really has changed since he last saw Mitch. The last time he saw him was back in the Dark Ages. Now those were some really dark times indeed; Mitch very nearly fell through with his plan to steal Jack's powers.
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"Who was that?" He heard Bunny ask, pointing to the window.

"What?" Sir Nicholas asked, looking in the direction Bunny had pointed.

"There was a boy outside the window," Bunny said. "He had white hair and he almost blended in with the storm outside but not quite.

Sir Nicholas narrowed his eyes at the window. "We do not know him," Sir Nicholas told him, "Excuse me, I need to look into this.

Sir Nicholas had almost caught him too. He saw Jack in much better detail than Bunny had. But Jack got away just in time. From then on, every meeting Sir Nicholas would ask for any updates on the mysterious boy with white hair.

Jack avoided the North Pole and any other place where the other immortals hung out after that last interaction. He still talked to Ralph, his friend in the moon, but he did so within the privacy of a dormant volcano since Sandman and everyone else including the Tooth Fairy were actively looking for him.

For the next few years, Jack would be living in a small town, staying out of sight while having a normal life for the duration of his stay. He went to school, staying away from the moonlight so as to not be seen by the mortals. Stories would be told about him and the other immortals would eventually catch up to him. The only people who would feel his presence were the teachers. Yet they did not know what that feeling was, Jack found it amusing, listening to their musings of the "old spirit" that listened in on their lessons. Most teachers can feel the ancient knowledge that radiates from Jack and some even feel honored that he is taking his time to be in their class.

Some, like Mr. Bothel, were prideful and Jack had fun messing with him. For a man of his size, you'd expect more humility. He barely reached Jack's chest and he had such a bushy beard, he looked more like one of the dwarves in the many stories told to keep children behaving.

Things were okay for a while; Jack would go to school and learn new things everyday, despite the fact he knew most of it anyways and Mr. Bothel would be fine with him.

Just like every other time Jack found a school to go to, he participated as much as he could in his position, shouting out the answers since no one could hear him or see him and staying after class to ask questions. He always managed that last part by frosting the windows and writing messages on them. The more understanding teachers (in other words, the passionate scholars) would be curious and end up asking him questions. Most teachers he would meet would scream and run out, yelling the place was haunted and then Mitch would find him. However, the occasional teacher would be fascinated. The would spend hours reading his words and wanting to learn more about their favorite scholar (for they were all scholars themselves) and eventually, the legend of Jack Frost was heard all around the globe.

Mr. Bothel was a scholar himself and was very interested at first and Jack got along well with him. However, that all changed one fateful afternoon after class and all the boys went home. At the time, only boys were taught a more expensive education, as it was the early 1700s.

Jack was walking along the path, on the way home to an abandoned cottage he found when he was Mr. Bothel doing something he could not imagine anyone of such appreciation for knowledge doing.

A young girl was sitting by the well, reading a book and Mr. Bothel was, for lack of a better term- bullying her.

"Young lady, just what do you think you are doing?" Mr. Bothel started. He was standing over her in what would have been a very uncomfortable proximity.

The young girl looked up from her book, squinting as to not allow in the bright sun that Mr. Bothel was only barely blocking. "I am reading," she answered in a tone that suggested the asker was dumb and she had no idea what she did wrong.

"Why, would a girl-" he said it as if it were an insult to be one- "such as you be reading?" He asked snide-fully.

The young girl was not going to be taking much more of this. She stood up, now being taller than the short man. "And why, Mr. Bothel," she started, "is it such a crime for a 'girl such as I not be allowed to read?"

"Soon you'll be starting to get ideas," he spat, "women are not able to contain such knowledge, your brains will explode." (An: guys, I'm cringing even as I write this)

The young lady rolled her eyes. "Sir, one would expect that one with your knowledge in the sciences that what you propose is not possible," she said, sighing as she stepped past him to walk away.

Before she could get very far, however, Mr. Bother's hand shot out to grab her wrist. "Where do you then you are going?" He sneered.

Jack made a move to help her but stopped himself. If he helped her now, he felt sure it would wound her pride more than if he were to wait. So he waited, bouncing of the balls of his feet, ready to leap at a moments notice.

"Let me go," the girl very nearly growled.

"I don't think so," Mr. Bothel said, his vice like grip getting even tighter around her wrist as she tried yanking it away. She gasped as he twisted her arm, her eyes glaring daggers at him. If looked could kill, Jack was sure Mr. Bothel would be dead seven times over.

Mr. Bothel glared right back, just as he twisted her arm further, causing her to drop her book and bending her onto the snow covered ground.

Jack could wait any longer; he jumped into a run and allowed the wind to carry him into the air as he thrust his hands forward in the short man's direction.

A mini blizzard surrounded the man, not touching the girl and startling him. Enough to let her go.

Jack landed right in front of Mr Bothel, reached out and touched his hands. A layer of frost traveled up his arms and down to his feet, freezing his feet to the ground. Once he did that, the blizzard stopped.

When the teacher tried to move, his face turned red with anger and he looked to where his feet were. "Frost!" He bellowed, he frantically looked around for where Jack could be but Jack could not be seen anywhere.

Jack turned to see if the girl was alright. She had scrambled up from the snow and was watching wide eyed.

Suddenly nervous of whether anyone else had seen what had happened, Jack scanned the area only to sigh in relief. There was no one else around. He did not need to girl to get burned at the stake for sorcery.

Then, Jack noticed something that made him freeze. He had thought the girl was staring at Mr. Bothel and at the strange blizzard that appeared out of no where. However, she was not staring at that. She was staring at him.

"Jack Frost!" Mr. Bothel caught his attention, "why are you defending this monstrosity?"

Jack spun back to the scholar, his eyes filled with fury and shock. "Did you just..." Jack sputtered. He looked around for something to write on. A black-board half covered by the snow caught his eyes and the wind obligingly picked it up for him.

Taking hold of it in one hand and the chalk hanging off a string connected to the board in the other, he started writing. He almost broke the chalk with all the emotion he had.

Why are you ridiculing Mss-

Here he stopped and muttered frustratingly, "What is her name?" Before he started to erase it.

"Claire," the girl said.

He froze with his hand right above his words. maybe she was just watching him write. With a glance around, he was that she was a least three feet away in te position where she would not be about to see it.

Hesitantly, he said, "Thank you," before writing her name down instead of erasing and rewording it. Maybe she just assumed what he would be writing.

"You are welcome," Claire said pleasantly.

"Who are you talking to you insane woman?" Mr. Bothel demanded.

"You can't see him?" Claire asked, confused. "You were just talking to him and he just spoke as well."

"He is a spirit, you idiot, he cannot be seen!" Mr. Bothel shouted.

"I can see him just fine," Claire said innocently.

Jack almost didn't notice but when he did, he dropped the black board, causing it to break against the ice.

The sound startled Jack into action. He wrote on one of the bigger peices, his handwriting getting worse with every letter.

LEAvE hEr AlOnE, knOwlEdgE Is knOwlEdgE.
It dOEs nOt mAttEr whO.

He then turned and stomped away, forgetting about his ability to fly and the fact the Claire could somehow see him. Jack marched through the clearing, he muttered to himself in anger. He couldnt believe that Mr. Bothel had done that.

"Jack?" A voice called from behind him, "Jack Frost!"

He looked over his shoulder to see Claire nearly running after him. Just as she reached him, she slipped on a piece of ice and would have fallen on her face had Jack not caught her by the arm.

"Thanks," she said, brushing her dark brown hair out of her eyes and pushing her waist long cloak behind her. Then she got a good look at him. "Aren't you cold?" She asked incredulously. All he wore was a worn white shirt and breeches.

Jack smiled as she took off the cloak she wore and wrapped it around his shoulders. "Claire," he said, about to tell her he did not need it. Before something reoccurred to him and he stared at her in shock.

"What?" Claire asked, blushing slightly. "Is there something on my face?"

"No," he laughed, "You are the first person to see me since Ralph,"

Claire rose an eyebrow, not understanding. "You mean notice you?"

Jack shook his head. "I mean physically see me," he said, looking into her grey eyes. "Only a select few have been able to," he continued. "Sir Nicholas, Bunny, Sandman, Ralph and...Mitch." He said the last one with a bitter tone.

"Who are they?" She asked.

Now Jack stared incredulously. "Sir Nicholas? Santa Clause? The Easter Bunny?" Now CLaire looked like she was going to laugh. "You must have heard about Sandman."

"Of course I have," she scoffed. "But they aren't real."

"Yes they are," Jack assured, "as real as life itself."

"Okay," Claire scoffed again, "Let's say you're right. What about Ralph? Or Mitch?"

Jack smiled. "Ralph is an old friend, the man in the Moon, have you heard of him?" He asked.

"Yes," she still looked incredulous. "Mitch?"

"Mitch the mad," Jack said with a shudder, "He's been hunting me for centuries."

"Centuries?" Claire laughed, "That's it, you must be insane."

Jack shook his head. "How do you explain what happened back there?" He pointed back in the direction of the still frozen Mr. Bothel.

Claire opened her mouth but no sound came out. It went like that for a while before she noticed the smug look on Jack's face. "What are you?" She asked.

Jack's smirk softened into a smile, recognizing the question for what it was. She knew he was not human. "I am an immortal," he said, "I am one of many but one of the oldest."

From the look on her face, he could tell she wanted to learn more. "Come," he said, "we will talk at my cabin."