Chapter 1: Beginnings
Jack Frost has lived for a hundred of years. He had seen people come go. He knew it, but never in his whole life had he become sad of their departure. To him, humans are humans. To fall in love with them is like committing suicide but he never knew that he himself would succumb to this painful pleasure.
It all started on the winter of 1996.
It was the 3rd day of December, when he heard a baby's cry not far away. Curious, he went closer to see a cottage in the middle of a forest. He went closer to take a peak.
On the window, he wiped the glass with his robe to see what's going on inside. He saw a woman sitting on a bed cradling a baby in her arms.
The woman noticed a sudden change in temperature. She moved closer to the window with the baby in her arms.
That's when he saw her clearly.
A round chubby head poking in a cloth with a blush on its cheeks, a raven black hair and an almost white as snow skin but what struck him the most were those eyes. Those gray colored eyes that looked like clouds on a stormy day.
Their eyes met and then he felt it.
The surge of electricity down his spine. He didn't know what it means but he surely wanted to meet that baby again.
He tried to reach the glass pane but when he did, the mother already closed the curtain.
This made him sigh. He messed up his hair in frustration though he didn't know why.
He sat down on the ground and then he heard the baby laugh.
"Now,now Isabella. Go to sleep." The baby laughed a bit more. "What's wrong?" He heard a male voice from inside the house. "Our baby seemed to laugh at something when I went to close the curtains. She was anxious a few moments ago and now she's cheerful." Worry was evident in the mother's voice. The father (he guessed) just let out a manly laugh. "Maybe she saw something interesting outside."
"What do you mean?"
He could imagine the smile on the man's face as he said it.
"There is something or someone that only children could see."
He smiled at the thought. He gathered his staff and went to the window.
On the glass pane he wrote,
"It's nice to meet you too, Isabella."
The night went on with the mother's lullaby to put the child to sleep while on the roof, there stood Jack Frost, the snow guardian.