Claire:

When I was a little girl, my parents would tell me stories about the guardians, how they would protect the children from the darkness of the world. The children would believe in them, and hope to see them. Santa Claus would bring presents to the children and their families, The Tooth Fairy would send a fairy to fly to a child's house, gently take the tooth, put a quarter under the pillow and fly away, The Sandman would wait on his little sand cloud for the child to fall asleep and when they do, he'd spray golden sand on the child for them to have good dreams. Then there would be my favorite out of all of them: The Easter Bunny, he plant the eggs all over the place, then hide in the bushes to watch the kids hunt for the eggs. I have always love that story that my parents would read to me, even as I got to the age where people would stop believing. But I got bullied because of it, I endured it, because I never stopped believing in myself. My life was good....

Until that day.....

One day, when I was at home, I got a phone call saying my parents died in a car crash, my world came crushing down. I was in pain no matter where I went.

When I went to my favorite frozen lake, I met a spirit named Jack Frost, who would not stop making me laugh, he made me happy again, he brought me joy, and my first friend who became my brother, and we were a good pair, I was happy again.

Little did I know was that my life was about to turned for the worse and the better....