In the thousands of decades the Guardians had been alive, there had never been a snowstorm as big as the one in 1581. Many spectres were scared, as the worldwide blizzard was not of Mother Nature's making. People were scared because it was the end of the world. If anybody was willing to trudge through the month-long storm, and somehow make it to the eye above Asia, they would see a strange sight.
They would've seen a twelve year old girl shivering. That in itself wasn't strange. What was strange was the fact that she was wearing a thin, ragged, frosted silver dress. She was bare-footed, and had a ghostly look. The girl had blue eyes and deathly pale skin. Her hair was pure white, as bright as the snow. If a mortal had dared come closer, they would have been a frozen statue. One might say that she was shivering in fear. For what was anyone's guess.
In the first few years she was 'alive,' many uncontrollable blizzards whistled through the world, but none as long or cold as the storm created when the frost child was born. Neither Mother Nature or her children were able to find out the reason for the inexplainable disasters that killed many beings, both mortal and spirit. Not even the Man in the Moon knew.
Around the 1800s, the snowstorms let up. Nobody knew why, but they didn't question it. They were quite relieved in the respite from the constant cold.
The frost child had only one memory. She didn't even know if it could be called a memory, all she knew was that her name was Jacqueline Frost. She was always alone, as the mortals could never see her, despite the knew season she ushered in. Because of this, she stayed away from immortals. Jackie didn't know or trust them.
The only companion she had was a small white fox. The fox used to be a russet red, but was present at Jackie's birth, along with a few other animals. The bitter cold made him a fluffy white, intelligent, immortal animal. Jackie named him Solstice, for his presence at the birth of winter. Solstice was the first winter animal.
Other animals at her birth were made into winter animals too, although they were not immortal, and did not share a special bond with Jackie.
The year of 2000 was when she slipped. She broke her only rule. Never let another spirit see the cause of pain and death.
Sandy had been doing his rounds in Michigan when he saw a young girl sitting on a roof. What was strange was that it was winter, and there she sat, thin dress and all. The snow and winds blew around her, surrounding her in a white cloud, but never touching the girl itself. A seemingly young arctic fox sat on her shoulder.
The golden man had heard of a young frost child. Everybody had, the mortals had made it up into the expression of 'Jack Frost.' Of course, nobody had seen her-clearly. At first glance, she seemed like a part of the snow; she seemed like a boy, for her dress was a casual one.
Jackie had sensed somebody nearby, but she had passed it off as an unbelieving mortal. Solstice had heard something suspicious, but he had passed it off as a breeze, as it smelled like sand. Nobody can be made of sand- right?
Both winter spirits were wrong. As Jackie reached out to touch the bright golden tendrils against the starry night sky, another hand touched hers. She jerked back with a startled cry. The fox jumped to the ground, growling at the hand's owner. Sandy quickly took his hand back, putting both up in surrender.
Many sand pictures appeared above the dreamweaver's head. A snowflake, a question mark, then an arrow pointing at Jackie. The girl frowned, trying to think of a way to answer the strange man. She never had had the need to speak before, and had long forgotten how. Jackie tried to show the Sandman that she couldn't talk. She pointed to herself, then mimed talking, then made a big X with her arms.
Sandy's eyes widened. He was the only mute spirit in the world, it was nice to know he wasn't alone anymore. A sand image of what a voice box would look like appeared, then a big X crossed over it, then a question mark. Solstice barked an affirmative and was rewarded by a scratch behind the ear from Jackie.
They sat together on the frozen roof. Jackie uneasily wondered if Sandy was comfortable. A quick glance to her right quelled her fears when she saw him staring up at the moon in awe and reverence. She copied him: she knew from eavesdropping on other spirits, that there was a man living on the moon. Her content was reflected by the gentle flurry of snow that rained from the heavens.
The other was startled out of his reverie when a snowflake landed in his left eye. He jerked back and covered the smarting eye with a hand, an exclamation mark appearing above his head before melting with the snow. Then he whipped around to look at the now sleeping child beside him. He was shocked; he had, indeed, found the fabled 'mischievous' Jack Frost. He was not a he at all; she was not mischievous at all either. She was just a lost, innocent child, unsure of her purpose. A glance at her companion revealed that he, too, had fallen asleep. He idly wondered what the two spirits' names were, and if he could spare some time to sleep. The sleepy man shrugged, fell back, and napped on the frozen roof.
When he woke up, Sandy was unsurprised that the frozen child had left. He sat up, and got hit with a snowball. The fox ran around the fallen man and growled playfully. The dreamweaver nearly joined the fun, but wanted to know their names. The animal seemed to know what he wanted, and drew a fox and a girl in the snow. He wrote names next to their respective owners.
Solstice and Jacqueline Frost.
A/N: Am I the only one who gets a bunch of ideas for new stories, but find it hard to update existing ones? Yes, no, maybe so?
Anyways, I don't know if I should make this into a story... If you think I should, review! And feel free to request some kind of plot, I'll pick the one that's the easiest (and most fun) to do.