Jack Frost, a Guardian of snow and fun, trod through the snow without meaning. It was winter, his favourite season.
Of course, being a Guardian was fun, but all that wasn't fun was that he hadn't even got a fellow winter spirit to talk to.
He was bored. He then watched the white glittery snowflakes of winter fall. No one understood him or saw him.
That was obvious. He needed someone for a fun friend to talk to, to have snowball fights with.
Another winter spirit that believed in fun, magic, and snowball fights.
It had to be a person who was a Guardian. Otherwise he wouldn't hear the end of it.
