I do not own rise of the Guardians, so any of the characters,save for Story is not mine.
It was night and she had just finished crying, for now anyway. She was on her bed, and looked out of the window. She sniffed, trying to not cry again. It was dark, no stars tonight, and the only light that chased away the darkness came from the Moon.
Emma remembered what her brother told her once.
"If you are ever scared," He told her,smiling. "Just look at the Moon and trust in him to lead you to safety."
She remembered that he breathed on the window and drew a face. "If you look closely,"He said. "The Moon has a face."
She blinked as she took a deep breath, remembering the moment that he chased away her fear. "You're going to be fine," He had told her. "You have to believe in me."
She did and he saved her. But then he fell through the ice and died.
Emma looked up at the Moon.
"Jack told me to look to you when I'm scared," She said, whispering. "So I'm asking you to watch over him as he did for me. I believed him, and now I believe in you. So please protect Jack for me."
It was dark, and cold.
He saw light shining down on him and he looked at it. It beckoned to him. He wanted to go to it, wanted to be in that light.
He closed his eyes as he felt himself lifted through the ice and he started breathing for the first time. And he was cold, until he found himself back on solid ice, and then he was no longer cold. He looked up at the light, seeing a large ball in the night sky, with a face on it.
"Jack Frost," He heard. "You are Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter."
He smiled and was about to ask more, when he almost tripped over something. He looked down and saw a staff. He touched it and saw it ice over where he had made contact with the wood. He smiled and picked it up, examining it. It slipped out of one hand and the base of it landed on the icy surface, causing a pattern of frost and snow forming and stretching away from him. It didn't scare him, only surprising him.
He grinned and picked up staff, and went over to a tree. Curiously he touched the top of his staff to the tree and saw the same thing happen. He touched it, smiling slightly as he liked it. He laughed slightly and did it again to the other tree.
That was fun!
He ran over the pond, leaving behind a trail of frost and snow fernlike patterns. He was having so much fun. Then suddenly he was picked up by a force, that took him high into the sky. He was surprised for a few seconds, and got to see his handiwork. He smiled as he saw that it looked like a frozen ivy plant, before the force vanished. He dropped down, hitting a few branches, then finally was stopped by a big one.
He laughed after he realized that he was okay and wanted to do it again, when he spotted a town. He grinned as he leaped from the tree branch and was caught by the wind again.
He landed roughly at the edge of the town and smiled, getting on his feet and brushing the snow off of him.
He smiled as he greeted a few people, and then saw a boy chasing a dog.
"Excuse me," He said. "But could you tell me where I am?"
He crouched to be at eye level with the boy, still smiling, when the child ran through him.
He quickly stood up in shock, as a few more people also passed through him. He frowned as he wandered away, and found himself at the edge of the town. He was about to call on the wind, when he heard a voice. He looked up and saw a girl on the top of the roof of a house.
"Emma," He heard a Woman call out from a window. "Get back in here. Just because Jack did it once, does not mean that you can."
"I'm showing the Man in the Moon, what Jack looks like," She hollered back. "So he can know who my brother is and protect him."
Jack blinked, that was his name.
He quickly climbed a tree and hopped over onto the roof. He grinned as he saw the picture. It was a rough painting of a boy with brown eyes and hair. The figure was smiling and Jack looked at her.
"Nice painting kid," He commented, grinning. He barely touched it, to see if the paint was still fresh, and it frosted over slightly. His smile disappeared as he remembered what happened earlier.
Emma frowned as she saw the frost suddenly appear and she looked at the paper. She went to get the frost off, all the while she talked.
"Jack don't want frost on him," She said whispering. "Jack, frost will never touch you. Cause the Moon will watch you."
"Now why would the Moon watch a painting?" Emma heard. She looked up, realizing that the voice sounded a little hurt. She looked around and suddenly saw a fourteen year old boy. She suddenly grinned as she recognized the boy.
"Jack!"
"That's my name. Jack Frost."
She frowned as she noticed that he had icy blue eyes and white hair now, but he was Jack.
"You've came back!" She said hugging him.
"Huh, came back from what?"
She let go of him, looking up at him. It was then that she started to realize that he didn't remember her. She looked up at the Moon, and wondered why.
"What's wrong?" She heard. "Came back from what?"
"From the pond," She answered, sniffing a little. She looked up at him, seeing him smile.
"Well I'm glad that you can see me."
"Jack Frost," Emma said, as she glanced back up at the Moon. She believed him and everything that he had told her, and believed that the Moon was protecting him from the sadness that she felt. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For just coming," She said, hugging him again.
He grinned at that.
"Emma, get inside now or you'll catch your death from cold!"
"I got Jack Frost to protect me from that," Emma said. But she let go of him and climed back through the window. "I have to go to bed, Jack. But you will still be here tomorrow?"
"I promise."
She shut the window and blew out the light. Jack looked up at the Moon and smiled.
During the first night, Jack waited for the morning. He started to practice with his staff, learning some about what he could do.
Then he noticed them, a bunch of lazy golden sand tendrils. He frowned, not sure of what to make of it, and he was curious about them. He went over to one and he touched it. It felt like fine sand, and he gasped slightly when it suddenly reacted to the touch, showing him a show. He smiled in amusement, as he saw a girl and a older boy skating on ice and it looked like they were laughing.
His attention shifted, following the trail up to the source. He saw a golden man in the distance standing on a golden disk. Jack grinned slightly and he ran towards the little man.
The Sandman noticed the dip in the temperature as he had gotten closer to the village, and he spotted the white haired boy long before the teen saw him. The little man had a job to do and went about it, so it wasn't a surprise to him when he saw the boy start to head in his direction.
The Sandman smiled gently as the Man in the Moon quietly and quickly informed him, that the boy was the newly born Winter Spirit.
"Hello," Jack said. He landed nearby, not sure if the 'floor' the small man was standing on was sturdy or if he'd fall through. "I'm Jack Frost."
He noticed that the man smiled and saw another sand tendril snake towards him. He didn't know what to expect, and it lazily wound around him. He glanced at the small man, just to get hit in the face with some of the golden sand.
The Sandman smiled more as he saw the boy crumple to the roof in grasp of a deep sleep. The man then saw the boy's dream, of laughing and running. It was then the small man realized that the boy was something special.
He looked up at the Man in the Moon. And the Moon quietly told him that Jack was still very much like a child in his heart. The boy was innocent, and yet would be stronger than any spirit before. The Sandman was informed that the boy could draw his power from two sources. The Man in the Moon only mentioned one at this time, that the boy could draw from the Winter cold.
The Sandman smiled and went back to work, creating a wonderful dream for the Spirit.
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