Jack Frost, Herald of the Second Ice Age
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heraldstheiceageIt's been a long winter.
There are those who know his face:
Pale blue skin one can’t misplace.
Crooked smile and icy stare,
Lost his mind sometime, somewhere.
Please watch for this frozen one,
Who calls softly, “Have some fun.”
-Sandflake
Jack has had a dark streak in him for a long time. His sense of humor was... a little mean. He liked doing things like capsize canoes full of people, lock little kids in their sheds, and break things in houses and have the children be blamed for it. He wasn't so bad at first. At first, he was actually pretty kind and friendly, as the few spirits he talked to--the Sandman, the wind, the other seasons--could attest, but a boy could only last so long with the loneliness. After years of most spirits refusing to deal with him ("Sorry, Frost, but you're too cold." "No one really wants to spend time with winter spirits." "You don't take anything seriously. Quit it with all the snowstorms and we'll talk.") and mortals walking through him, he got nasty.
The more time that went by, the lonelier he was. The lonelier he was, the meaner he got.
And then one day, three hundred years after his creation, the Man in the Moon decided he would bother with him. The big four Guardians decided that Jack Frost might by worthy of membership.
Oh, it wasn't them he was peeved at. Sure, it was presumptuous to just kidnap him after three hundred years of no contact and expect him to want to be a Guardian, but they weren't the ones who created him and let him wander the Earth with no idea of who he was or why he was there. They weren't the ones who gave him life only to have him live in lonely misery for three centuries.
He agreed to help. He played by their rules, saved their lives, taught them how to cope with children face to face. Yet the moment he was distracted, the moment Pitch lured him into a trap and used the advantage to attack the Warren, the Guardians turned on him. No time for explanations, just assumptions and betrayal.
Jack had been a fool to believe they might actually accept him into the fold, anyway.
When Pitch approached him in Antarctica, he realized that it's better to be feared than to be ignored. What Pitch didn't foresee is that he had finally released Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter, from any moral obligations.
Children are scared of bad dreams. They're scared of the monsters under bed. The one trouble? When they go to their parents, when they grow up, the fear's gone. Nightmares are only nightmares, but winter is real, and winter kills.
Easter never came, and neither did spring. Pitch and Jack worked together to get rid of the other seasonal spirits. They got rid of the Guardians--watching their backpedaling and betrayal was fun--but afterwards, Jack got rid of Pitch.
The mortals call it a second ice age, but they know. Now that they're afraid, they all can see him, not just the kids. They know the white-haired boy who rules their earth.
And now there's no Bogeyman, Sandman, Santa, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy. There is only winter.
Jack Frost will never be ignored again.
There are those who know his face:
Pale blue skin one can’t misplace.
Crooked smile and icy stare,
Lost his mind sometime, somewhere.
Please watch for this frozen one,
Who calls softly, “Have some fun.”
-Sandflake
Jack has had a dark streak in him for a long time. His sense of humor was... a little mean. He liked doing things like capsize canoes full of people, lock little kids in their sheds, and break things in houses and have the children be blamed for it. He wasn't so bad at first. At first, he was actually pretty kind and friendly, as the few spirits he talked to--the Sandman, the wind, the other seasons--could attest, but a boy could only last so long with the loneliness. After years of most spirits refusing to deal with him ("Sorry, Frost, but you're too cold." "No one really wants to spend time with winter spirits." "You don't take anything seriously. Quit it with all the snowstorms and we'll talk.") and mortals walking through him, he got nasty.
The more time that went by, the lonelier he was. The lonelier he was, the meaner he got.
And then one day, three hundred years after his creation, the Man in the Moon decided he would bother with him. The big four Guardians decided that Jack Frost might by worthy of membership.
Oh, it wasn't them he was peeved at. Sure, it was presumptuous to just kidnap him after three hundred years of no contact and expect him to want to be a Guardian, but they weren't the ones who created him and let him wander the Earth with no idea of who he was or why he was there. They weren't the ones who gave him life only to have him live in lonely misery for three centuries.
He agreed to help. He played by their rules, saved their lives, taught them how to cope with children face to face. Yet the moment he was distracted, the moment Pitch lured him into a trap and used the advantage to attack the Warren, the Guardians turned on him. No time for explanations, just assumptions and betrayal.
Jack had been a fool to believe they might actually accept him into the fold, anyway.
When Pitch approached him in Antarctica, he realized that it's better to be feared than to be ignored. What Pitch didn't foresee is that he had finally released Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter, from any moral obligations.
Children are scared of bad dreams. They're scared of the monsters under bed. The one trouble? When they go to their parents, when they grow up, the fear's gone. Nightmares are only nightmares, but winter is real, and winter kills.
Easter never came, and neither did spring. Pitch and Jack worked together to get rid of the other seasonal spirits. They got rid of the Guardians--watching their backpedaling and betrayal was fun--but afterwards, Jack got rid of Pitch.
The mortals call it a second ice age, but they know. Now that they're afraid, they all can see him, not just the kids. They know the white-haired boy who rules their earth.
And now there's no Bogeyman, Sandman, Santa, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy. There is only winter.
Jack Frost will never be ignored again.