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Jack Frost sat on the top of the fence, watching. One leg was drawn up against his chest with his arms closely wrapped around, clutching his staff. The other leg was dangling, tapping off the splintering wood. There were children sledding down the hill. The last three before the oncoming storm. And there was a big storm coming, and it was his fault. It had been a bad day. He’d been too involved, it felt too much like they could see him. Like they were having fun with him.
Slowly, he pulled up his hood. There was going to be a bad blizzard tonight... or in a few hours. Jack watched as a small blonde girl in matching red hat and mittens, ran up the hill with her too-big sled. How far did they have to drive?
Jack leapt down from the fence, lightly touching down on the snow littered with tiny footprints.
“Time to go home, kids,” Jack said as he moved among the children and bent down, touching their noses with his ice cold fingers. They squealed with several exclamations of: “It’s cold!” and “I’m freezing!” before their one last ride down the hill.
One hesitated. A freckled boy who was searching for his scarf. Jack spotted it next to him. He waved his staff and the wind picked up, blowing the scarf over so that it tangled around the boy’s legs. The boy couldn’t help but laugh as he scooped it up and took off down the hill with the rest of them.
Jack tried to smile, but it quickly disappeared. He rubbed at his eyes and turned away.
The first snowflakes were starting to fall and the sky was getting darker by the minute. He thought about leaving, going some place, any place else, but he knew the storm would follow him. It wasn’t something he could run from. He couldn’t run from anything.
Instead, Jack Frost waited and let the storm hit him.
Slowly, he pulled up his hood. There was going to be a bad blizzard tonight... or in a few hours. Jack watched as a small blonde girl in matching red hat and mittens, ran up the hill with her too-big sled. How far did they have to drive?
Jack leapt down from the fence, lightly touching down on the snow littered with tiny footprints.
“Time to go home, kids,” Jack said as he moved among the children and bent down, touching their noses with his ice cold fingers. They squealed with several exclamations of: “It’s cold!” and “I’m freezing!” before their one last ride down the hill.
One hesitated. A freckled boy who was searching for his scarf. Jack spotted it next to him. He waved his staff and the wind picked up, blowing the scarf over so that it tangled around the boy’s legs. The boy couldn’t help but laugh as he scooped it up and took off down the hill with the rest of them.
Jack tried to smile, but it quickly disappeared. He rubbed at his eyes and turned away.
The first snowflakes were starting to fall and the sky was getting darker by the minute. He thought about leaving, going some place, any place else, but he knew the storm would follow him. It wasn’t something he could run from. He couldn’t run from anything.
Instead, Jack Frost waited and let the storm hit him.
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"Stupid good for nothing snow, why can't it snow when it's a school day like when I asked?" You asked aloud with a miserable voice as you swung your scarf over your shoulder. You just hated how you found yourself freezing cold outside on a Saturday afternoon.
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An ice-cold breeze blew down my neck and I cringed. It was getting colder as night fell around us, and my wet clothes had a thin coat of ice forming on them.
Concern momentarily crossed Jack’s face. “You must be freezing, we need to get you home” he said with a mischievous smile.
Before I could protest, he grabbed me and scooped me into his arms, soaring into the sky. “Close your eyes!” he shouted, laughing. I felt an Artic wind billowing around us, chilling me to the bone.
I dared open my eyes, only to let out a shriek. I scrambled at Jack frantical
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"Snow day! Wooooooooo!" yelled a certain white haired Guardian as he pranced throughout his precious three and a half feet of snow that shimmered with a winter sun's dim rays. He yelled out excitedly, hands and arms raised up enthusiastically. Jack Frost looked around eagerly while speaking to Baby Tooth. The mini Tooth Fairy had stuck with him ever since the day he saved her from Pitch.
"Have you seen Jamie around, by any chance?" Jack asked with a tiny smirk.
The small hummingbird like fairy shook a head with a little squeak that followed.
"Come on!" Jack said, placing his small friend on his
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I finally wrote something for Jack Frost! It wasn't going to get this long... it was just supposed to be a prompt for a friend and then this happened... I just really love Jack Frost you guys... He's still my muse right now
Tell me what you think! I like constructive criticism
Character belongs to Dreamworks, situation belongs to me. So no stealing please!
Tell me what you think! I like constructive criticism
Character belongs to Dreamworks, situation belongs to me. So no stealing please!
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Jack, I have an idea! You should come to visit me in California! The stalker storm would never follow you here, and if it does, Cali coast heat will knock it to next Monday
*Reality*
Me: ~whimpers in the corner of my room~ Please come Jack...It's so freaking hot...
*Reality*
Me: ~whimpers in the corner of my room~ Please come Jack...It's so freaking hot...