Deep in a dark lake, a thin body with white hair and rags for clothes floated gently upwards with a single moonbeam focused on it. The electric blue eyes of a young boy could be seen as he wearily opened them, as if asleep moments before. Darkness was all he knew, and all he could remember. It was dark; and it was cold. He was scared.
But then he saw the moon. It was so big and it was so bright. It seemed to chase the darkness away; and when it did, he wasn't scared anymore. His body continued floating up through the water until he gently broke through the iced over surface of the pond. He continued his levitation until he was floating a yard above the pond's surface. He gasped for breath, not realizing he needed to do so until then.
He looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. He was slowly lowered to his feet. As soon as his bare toes touched the ground, it iced over, any disturbances in its flat surface erased.
The boy was no older than 15, wore a simple and tattered white shirt, a cloak and matching pants. He had no shoes, and his pale feet matched the rest of his skin. He appeared to be comfortable in the frigid midwinter air, and not unsettled in the least by the biting ice under his feet.
The boy walked along the ponds surface, slipping twice, but never falling. He kept walking, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings until his foot hit a long, wooden stick with a large curve at the top that looked like a G. As soon as his foot touched it, a light and mellow blue glowed from his toe. He bent down and picked the staff up. It was just taller than him. His right hand let go, and the G fell, tapping the ice. Where the staff met the ground, a blue spark appeared, and frost began to spread.
The boy cowered away at first, unsure of what to think. He then touched the frost, and it expanded across the pond even further, now five feet away from him. He curiously picked up the staff, and tapped a tree. More frost covered the tree, appearing in a fern-like pattern.
The boy chuckled, and began to walk speedily around the edges of the pond, every now and then sliding his staff around. The frost never failed to listen to his silent commands. He picked up speed and was slipping around the pond while laughing out of pure joy.
Suddenly, the wind swooped him up, and he could see from a birds eye view the pond that was slowly becoming covered with frost. He floated there for a moment before the wind gave out, and he fell onto a tree branch. The impact forced the air from his lungs, and he gave a breathless laugh, still awestruck at his newfound abilities.
He saw lights in the distance, and asked the wind if he could get a lift there. He clumsily flew over the trees, his cloak getting snagged every now and then, until he crash-landed in a snow bank. He quickly got up, brushed off, and resumed his laughter. He walked into the town, politely greeting several people, only to be ignored.
"Oh! Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?" He asked a young girl who was running in his direction. The girl wasn't slowing down as she drew closer. Just as she was about to hit, the girl went THROUGH the confused boy. He gasped as more people walked through him.
"Hello? HELLO?" He yelled and pleaded for an answer. He looked to the moon, the only one he could trust, and the only comfort the moon had for him was his name. Two little words that told him who he was.
"JACK FROST."
That was all the moon ever told him, and that was a long, long time ago.