So, this is a rewrite on my story it were only the short poem before and all of a sudden I decided to add more. Enjoy.

Disclaimer; I don't own rise of the guardians, DreamWorks do.

Jack Frost

If it don't exist you can't miss it.

it was a saying "Jack frost has been nipping at your nose."

you said that when a person had a nose that froze.

nipping means when you use your teeth and lips to tease.

Jack frost is the spirit of winter you see.

Jack frosts lips were ice, too cold to be kissed.

So those kisses could not be anything he missed.

Jack Frost

He had seen it several times. He was invisible after all, so he could see what people tried to avoid showing others and observe everything that happened. He didn't think about what he saw at first, didn't care for what other people did. He had woken up in a lake, with no memories to speak of and no one to see him. People walked through him. Spreading a horrible empty feeling in him without a second thought. It was rude - screamed it after them several times - and cruel. Apparently it wasn't enough that no one saw him.

It took some time but eventually he could start trying to ignore people ignoring him, he still tried for days to find one person who could at least feel him. Something to get him of the fact that for all intense and purposes he - Jack Frost - did not exist.

He started following men that went to their boring work - trough he found out the shepherd had a quite similar staff as him -, listened in on women gossiping about fairly boring things. But it was the children he stayed with, pretending to play alongside and just listening on their amazing fantasy adventures they would play out. Children were never boring and would never slow down.

It was in the mornings and sometimes at the end of the day he would see something that caught his interest and fascination. Mothers would press their lips against their childes forehead, cheek and sometimes nose or lips. The kid would wrinkle up their nose and rub at the place the mother had put their lips, but the mom would keep a fond look on her face and watch the child run of.

It was the press of the lips and the look of affection that got to Jack. He knew it was a kiss- didn't remember if he ever received it but knew what it was. He wanted one from his own mother but he didn't have one and that was plain unfair. It was the affection in the whole thing that stuck with him and would not let go.

People walked through him so no one could kiss his forehead. Animals saw him - something that gave him proof that he actually existed - and animals could touch him. It was near impossible that a arctic bear mother would kiss his forehead or nose, same with the other animals. He would watch rabbits use their pink little noses and long teethes to touch noses, nip foreheads and sometimes ears on their young ones.

He would sometimes play with and just cuddle with the rabbits and for a short moment his face would lit up in a bright smile when the rabbit nipped at his frozen hand. It would pull away right away but that short moment was the closest to affection he would get.

One day he felt bold enough to give affection instead of waiting on it. It was an so innocent act of pressing his lips gently to the head of a rabbit that had been nuzzling him. Cold frost spread quickly over the tips of the fur, not even a second took for the icy frost to nip down on the skin. The bunny got a small patch of frostbite, enough for it to pull away and run away. Jack sat still, looked hopelessly after the rabbit disappearing, touching his lips he could almost feel his own coldness for the first time.

Kisses wasn't supposed to hurt, it was a sign of affection but his kisses and nips would give frostbite. it took some time but he got over it and understood that it wasn't something he could do. he lost the curiosity and soon it just was one of those things that just was.

Jack Frost

Thanks for reading.