Hey everyone, so this is a little oneshot for Jack, though it could be turned into a multiple chapter story if there's interest in it. So if you'd like to see more of this story, please comment in the review section or PM me. Thank you and enjoy!
Jack flew high above the town, passing the lights and letting the wind carry him freely. The Guardian felt at ease with the whistling tones of the air and the brisk chill of the sky. Snowflakes fluttered away from his fingers to the ground below that was coated thinly with ice that he had left yesterday. Already there had been three good slip and falls by the children that lived there, and many makeshift slides had been set up on the hills. These were mostly abandoned now, as it was almost night. The sun was barely peeking out from the horizon, sending its scattered beams of gold streaking across the sky; and illuminating the streets with the slightest of light.
Christmas was fast approaching; many lighted houses attributed to that fact, and cast a surreal multicolored glow on the otherwise dull asphalt. Jack marveled at the decorations that had been set out and carefully placed on the trees and bushes. They would be covered with snow soon, he decided with a grin. As he lowered himself to the street level he began to look at the open windows and the houses inhabitants. He almost flew past a light blue colored home when he heard a familiar tune. Carefully he crept to the dark paneled window and stuck his head around the corner.
A pleasant sight met his eyes. The room clearly belonged to a little girl, as it was decorated in light pink and yellow. Big cartoonish daisies had been painted on the walls in white and a simple vase held a bushel of store bought flowers. Stuffed animals of all kinds were tumbling off the window seat below him, too squished together to fit. There was a small wooden nightstand to his left that held the only light in the room; a lamp. Buried in the pink blankets was a little girl, blonde tuffs of hair were all that could be seen of her presently; and sitting on the edge of the bed, another girl, much older, and smiling kindly down at the younger.
"And Jack Frost nipping at your nose-" She sang softly.
"Who's he?" The younger piped up. Throwing off the covers the little girl sat up and stared at the other expectantly.
The older girl seemed lost for words at being interrupted. She scrunched up her nose in thought before replying evenly.
"He makes the snow fall, Lilly."
Jack was sure that neither of the girls were true believers in him, or else they would have seen him by now. Curiosity settled itself inside him, and he climbed through the window, chilling the room with his presence.
"Look! It's snowing!" Lilly thrilled, and jumped from the bed with a thud. She scrambled up to the window seat, knocking several stuffed animals off in the process; and placed her elbows on the windowsill to balance her head on her hands. Her whole body wiggled with excitement causing a grin to form on Jack's face. She seemed absolutely delighted, and even if she didn't believe him; Jack was happy to produce such joy for her anyways.
"Piper! Come look!"
Jack couldn't resist. He had to do something special for the oldest. She, after all was at least trying to get her sibling to believe in him. As she approached the window, he manipulated the smallest of breezes from outside. A few flakes fell to the floor on their little excursion, but one single snowflake swirled through, and rose up high. Piper watched it as it floated downward and landed right on her nose. Her little sister giggled at the quick flinch from the cold, but Piper let a little laugh escape her lips. Jack had never heard a more beautiful and charming sound.
"Come on, we should get you to bed." Said Piper as she smoothed out the sheets and lifted the covers. Her sister complied speedily, while giggling the whole time, and jumped onto the bed. After being tucked in and having her light turned out, Piper said a quick goodnight, kissed her on the forehead, and walked out of the room.
A quick panic hit Jack as he fumbled out the window and flew around to the other side of the house, trying to find Piper's window. He wasn't finished with her yet. There was loads more of fun to be had that night, and she seemed very deserving of it. The blonde had entered her room and sat in a comfy looking chair that sat at a low desk in front of the large frame. The curtains were drawn back, giving her a clear view of the steady snow that was accumulating on the streets. She looked out on it fondly, with a gentle smile. A large steaming mug sat on the wooden desk, a red mug warmer lined it snuggly, trapping the heat inside. She took a small sip before leaving her seat to collect a book from the shelf above the bed. Jack rolled his eyes at this.
"No, no, not a book. Not with all that snow outside!" he mumbled to himself. Motioning to the street he added, "Come on, you liked that snowflake earlier and there's a whole street full of them right here!"
The young Guardian found himself wishing more than ever that he could be seen. It had infuriated and saddened him before he became a Guardian that no child was able to see him, but things had changed since the defeat of Pitch. People believed in him. People saw him. He felt the same frustration bubbling inside with this girl. Sure, she was older, and had probably stopped believing in all of the Guardians some time ago. North had revealed to him that many kids start to believe that their parents did all the work at a certain age, and would convince other kids too. He wondered if she had been the victim of this as well; if she had been a strong believer when she was little, or was easily swayed when people began to question. At least she wasn't ruining it for her sister.
Jack pressed a finger lightly to glass, sending a frosty glaze over the panels. This caught her attention. Piper could see that the snow had changed to fall more heavily, with large flakes floating slowly to the ground. She began to read again after a moment and Jack gave a frustrated growl. Suddenly she glanced up again, and Jack watched with anticipation as she slowly and hesitantly set her book down, not bothering to mark her place.
"That's it!" encourages Jack as he begins to smile. He watched as she smiled to herself and quickly reached for her coat. Piper disappeared for a moment as she traveled through her house, to the front door. It squeaked open, as she appeared; her cheeks flushed with delight. Jack quickly floated next to her, clapping his hands together as he waited to see what she would do. "Alright, what's your pleasure? Snow Angles? Snowmen? Late night ice skating?" He questioned.
He had traveled slightly ahead of her, not noticing that she headed for the porch again. As he swiveled around he felt his heart drop in dismay with the thought that she was about to go back inside. Instead she stopped at the hanging icicles, examining them for a moment.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" The winter spirit asked.
Piper lifted a single finger and gently tapped the ice formation, sending out a clear note. A soft giggle escaped her throat as she began to tap randomly, making a nonsense melody of clashing ringing. Leaning against the side of the house, Jack watched on in amusement. A charming smile graced his pale face as he watched the girl play with the ice. Suddenly a crackling sound interrupted the ringing tones as an icicle broke and shattered at her feet. She jumped back slightly, startled.
"You broke it." Jack mused. Then, catching sight of the built up snow on a branch over hanging the porch, he waved his hand and let it fall on her head.
She shrieked expectantly, slightly laughing as she tried to brush the flakes from her clothes and hair. Unfortunately, as snow tends to have the habit of getting under jackets and scarfs, she was chilled to the point of dashing inside. Jack quickly moved to the window of her room, and saw her quickly remove her coat, tossing it on the bed, and brush the rest of the flakes onto the floor. They melted quickly in the heat and made a small puddle. Piper quickly threw a light grey sweater on and rubbed her hands together to warm them. Jack couldn't help but give a light smile as she approached the frosted window, gazing out on the winter wonderland that had overtaken her street, smiling broadly the entire way.
But enough was enough, and Jack had other places to be, more snow days to bring, and more fun to share. As the lights in the room went off, Jack frosted the window over in a pattern of intricate swirls to remind Piper when she woke, of the nighttime fun she had. He would return to this house again sometime soon, to show her and her little sister a good time, just like he had with several other children. Though she wasn't a child, Jack had already decided; he would make a believer out of her.
