Darkness. That was all she could see, darkness surrounding her, the cold stabbing at her skin like knives. It felt like water was around her… cold, icy water. The water started pulling at her, pushing her upwards until she could see a faint light and a bright circle that must have been… the moon.
Suddenly, she felt frigid air envelope her, and each breath was stinging her lungs. She felt a pair of chilly hands pushing her up, and onto an even colder surface. Strangely, she felt fine after a few seconds so she sat up and looked around; with a gasp she saw a strange boy staring at her. His eyes seemed to be made completely of Ice- as blue as you could imagine- yet they were full of kindness. And his hair looked like a group of Icicles had been covered in snow, white with a hint of blue.
"Who a-are you?" she tried to speak loudly but it came out as a whisper. The boy stared at her for a moment then said, rather loudly, "I am Jack Frost. It would be nice to know who you are, but" he shrugged "that's obviously not important." she stared at him. Who was she? That should be an easy question… but it wasn't. At least, not for her.
"I… I don't know…" Her voice, already a whisper, was just above the point of silence. When the boy- Jack- gave her a look of confusion, she said "I don't remember my name…" her voice grew slightly louder as Jack looked shocked. She turned away and looked into the distant trees. "The moon." she heard a voice behind her and without turning around, she snapped her head up and stared intently at the bright orb that was floating high above her.
Your name is Willow Snow. Spirit of winter.
"Willow…" she whispered. Willow was her name… as she realised that she had just found out one of the most important things in her life, Willow almost burst with happiness. "my name… is WILLOW!" at this last word, willow leapt into the air and began zooming in circles, laughing uncontrollably as Jack gave her an amused look before gripping an old (and slightly mouldy) staff and following her into the air.
Jack was the better flier between the two, so he beckoned Willow to follow him and darted off to some distant lights that she hadn't seen before. There was no need for verbal communication- they seemed to understand each other's thoughts- so they flew on, side-by-side in silence. The lights crept nearer and Willow realised that they weren't just random lights, they grouped together to form a sleepy city.
"c'mon, Willow!" Jack cried. While she'd been admiring the lights, Willow had fallen behind but Jack had raced on ahead and was crouched on the windowsill of a large, but rather old, house. Willow floated gently down to sit next to him, but her flying skills weren't quite there yet and she had to latch onto the edge tightly with both hands to avoid slipping off. "Jack." She muttered "Why are we here?" when he didn't reply; she just huffed and began staring around the snowy landscape. Willow noticed a glittering branch lying in the snow and hopped down to pick it up. As soon as she touched the branch, ice crystals grew along it, thickening until you could barely see the wood underneath.
As willow was admiring her frostbitten 'staff' (which she had felt a strange connection to), she heard a noise coming from the windowsill and whipped around to see that Jack was walking idly along a telephone wire. Willow smiled until she saw some bizarre golden sand drifting through each and every window. Her smile disappeared, however, when she noticed a dark grey shape bounding along underneath. She wasn't the only one to notice it, as Jack gasped and zoomed after the shape; Immediately, Willow soared after him and after ten minutes of tailing him, she came to a stop in a dark, damp alleyway. "Jack?" Willow asked, taking a tentative step forward. The winter spirit ignored her, and gripped his staff tightly.
"Hello, mate." The thick, Australian voice seemed to come from nowhere, until willow noticed a figure step out into the pool of light that was given by a nearby lamppost. Willow gasped as she saw a rabbit! A tall, gruff looking, rabbit. The rabbit glanced at her, then went on talking to Jack as if they were old friends, which they obviously weren't.
"Got yourself a new friend, have ya?" continued bunny "Well, it has been a long time, blizzard of '68 I believe?
Jack flashed Willow a grin before saying in a slightly hurt voice "Bunny? You're not still mad about that, are yah?"
"Yes" was the rabbit's curt reply. Willow was watching this with a hint of amusement, and felt the time was right to interrupt
"Excuse me, Bunny." She said with a smirk "This may sound a little rude but…who are you?"
"That's not important right now… FELLAS!" yelled Bunny (if that was really his name) and before Willow could do anything, a huge hand reached, grabbed her and stuffed her roughly in a sack.