Hey guys! So I'm back from my hibernation, and I'm good as new to write fanfiction. I chose to write about Jack Frost, as you can see, and yes there will be an OC. I know, I know, not very original, but it's pretty fun writing about your own character! Gives you a very fuzzy feeling. I will not introduce her until the next chapter!
This is just a starting. I am introducing Jack Frost even though y'all know about him already, hah-hah.
Some may have heard of a being known as Jack Frost. Of course, many may know him of a kindly old man, full of cheer and waiting for the winter to come in order to share his cold glory of the snow; others may know him as a horrible and mean spirit who casts terrifying blizzards to give humans a fright.
In fact, Jack Frost is similar to all of those different beliefs. But not many know of how he became to be.
Jack is, really, an ice elf. He is a spirit who protects the innocence and jolly goodness of the children that comes along during the winter, but also mischievous, in which many immature and known tactics are made by him. The nipping at your nose, for example, is the swift kiss he gives you, and the shiver that runs down your spine as soon as you first meet the cold air is his hug.
He was once a being like you, reader, and an innocent boy who was on the brink of early manhood. Medium chestnut-colored hair sat rather messily on his head, tufts of tangled yet soft tresses slightly standing and giving a voluminous feel. His eyes were like almonds and were a sweet, mesmerizing yet modest light chocolate, forever twinkling in the sunlight in which he usually basked in daily. A narrow, moderately heightened nose sat snugly in the center of his face, snow-bitten during the cold weathers. High, sophisticated cheekbones were as seen and pale thin lips were usually upturned with a youthful smirk. His height was rather above average; tall, slim legs finished his edgy touch and were usually bound with leather pants. And finally, his snow white skin. Pale as the snowflakes that fall during the coldest time of winter, he was known well around his village because of it.
You see, reader, he was rather handsome indeed; He was popular to the teenage girls in the community. Jackson had noticed that his looks reeled girls in, but he did not advance much on it. His parents were worried that he would not get a wife in time and make a family.
Jackson cared for his family deeply; he did not want to create a new one. He was not prone to change, nor did he ever.
And there was one day, sunny, cheery, non-provoking, nothing out of the ordinary. His father berated him for turning down the marriage proposal of the most beautiful girl that every man in town wanted to marry.
"Jackson Overland Frost! You have turned eighteen two months ago! Will you ever have any thought of settling down with a good wife and children?" The weary man said right after the blonde girl ran away, sobbing miserably.
Jackson locked his brown eyes with his father's, a heavy jade and filled with anger and exasperation. He clenched his fists and burst immaturely.
"Father, that girl is nothing but a delicate and empty flowerpot! I haven't even spoken ten sentences to her, and you expect me to marry her?! I have feelings too, father!" He spat, pounding at his own chest with a tight fist. He took a deep breath and grew calmer. "…Once I find a girl who I fall in love with, then, at that time in the future, I will marry."
Jackson ran his hand through his scalp and called to his sister to go ice-skating.
"…I've promised her to teach her how to ice-skate. We'll come back before sunset."
"Jackson! Today is a dangerous day to go skating; the sun might weaken the ice—"
"Believe in me, father, she'll be safe!" He yelled furiously, ushering his sister into the forest.
Reader, his sister was indeed safe. But sadly, he was not. A good thirty minutes had passed and the ice below the young girl cracked; her face was full of terror. Yet strangely, Jackson continued to beam at her and comfort her, telling her to stay still, that she would be alright, that her big brother was there for her.
"Believe in me," were his last words.
He pulled her out of the danger and instead put himself in the center of the cracked ice. It broke beneath him, and he plunged in the cold, cold water. He heard no more as silence surrounded him.
""""
He sputtered and coughed, gasping for breath as a supernatural force pushed him out of the newly formed sheet of ice covering the lake. His pale but bright blue eyes fluttered, and his white hair gleamed in the moonlight.
The moon began to speak to him. Not verbally, however, but the bright halo seemed to flicker, motioning words that can never be understood by humans.
"Your name, young boy, is Jack Frost."
Chapter 1, coming right up. It might come tomorrow, next week, or even later. Note that I am a very lazy writer and I usually don't keep things up-to-date. I am very sorry!
(Ahem ahem, also, I am fowlique from Tumblr. Mind to drop by and say hello?)