Rise of the Winter's Night
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Who Am I?
I've been around for a long time. But since I look young for my age, you might ask just how long could I have been around. Well, I'll tell you—far longer than you might think. It's easy to live for centuries when you're an immortal spirit.
The name's Frost—Nightstar Frost, to be precise. I'm the son of Jacquelyn Frost, the Bringer of Winter.
Yes, the famous winter spirit is in fact, a girl and has a kid. Now, generally, when people think of my mother, they envision either a grumpy old man covered in icicles or that silly clown from that movie who tried to take over Santa Claus's job. My only guess as to why is because my mom's nicknames are "Jackie" and once in a while she gets called "Jack" and therefore, somehow she's become a male in mortal eyes. But honestly, some of the humans' beliefs about my mother couldn't be farther from the truth.
Even my mother will admit there's a little truth. She is the Queen of Winter, she loves mischief and she's a big kid at heart. But she's not old, she's not a male and she certainly has no intention of ever taking over the Jolly One's job at this or any time. She's got no reason to. The Jolly One's job is too much work, she's got her hands full as it is and it's just not her style.
You wouldn't think we were mother and son just by looking at us because my mother's forever seventeen and I haven't aged since I turned sixteen a long time ago. You might almost think we were siblings or something. One of the things about eternal youth and immortality, I'm afraid.
Anyway, my mother's amazing and stunningly beautiful. She's graceful and carefree, quite tall with pale skin, long snow white hair delicately tinged with frosty blue that she either lets down or puts in a ponytail depending on her mood, and her eyes are a deep frosted blue color. She wears a flowing midnight-blue shirt adorned with glittering snowflakes, a silver snowflake necklace adorned with diamonds and aquamarines, white pants, special frosted blue shoes that disappear and reappear at her choosing because sometimes she just loves feeling snow and ice beneath her feet, and she also wears a snazzy matching hooded cloak.
Naturally, being the Bringer of Winter, she has control over the winter elements—snow, ice, wind, hail—you name it. She makes fantastic snowballs and she flies on the wind's back. The source of her power is this wooden staff she always carries with her. It's taller than she is, dark grey with frost, crooked and it glows when she uses it. It's ugly, but she never complains about it. Most likely because without the staff, she's powerless and can't make the winter days that mortal kids and myself love so much. If there's anything that mortal kids, myself and my mother agree on, it's the joy of winter days. Ice-skating, sledding, making snowmen (sometimes Mom makes them come alive!) snowball fights are Mom's idea of a party. Mortal kids love it and so do I. So, Mom lets us indulge in our pleasures.
Anyway, about myself, my name is Nightstar for a reason, and it's not just because my mother thought it suited me when I was born. I've inherited some of my mother's powers, naturally, but I also have my own. I'm the Watcher of the Stars. Basically, it means that I help stars find their place when new ones are formed, I create the most beautiful of meteor showers and comets, I make sure the Milky Way and the North Star shine brightly on clear nights so mortals don't lose their way in the dark and I create the constellations people look for in the night sky. I can also make myself invisible, teleport and I can control shadows if I want to.
I'm six feet tall with black hair, pale skin, my mother's eyes and a handsome face (or so I've been told.) My attire consists of a midnight-blue shirt, jeans, and boots. I also wearing a matching hoodie adorned with tiny glittering stars. Like my mother, I have an object for the source of my power, but in this case, it's a yin-yang medallion. Half is black as night, and the other half is as white as snow. My mother says it was a gift from the Man in the Moon when I was born and I needed an object as the source of my powers. She thinks it's meant to represent the two halves of my bloodline. But she can only guess, and since I don't know much about my father, I can only guess as well.
Anyway, I like to think I'm a decent guy. Yeah, being my mother's son, I get into mischief and enjoy a prank now and then, and sometimes Mom and I have prank wars, but I also love kids and my family. There's little I wouldn't do for them. I love helping my mother with snow days, and sometimes I protect kids by messing with the bratty ones' shadows. Now, I'd be lying if I said Mom and I got along perfectly all the time. We're close, but sometimes we argue. I'm an immortal teenager and she's my sometimes-overprotective mother. Need I say more? But no matter what, we love each other more than anything and there's nothing we wouldn't for each other even if it means Mom has to ground me by freezing me in an iceberg to keep me safe and I'd have to keep her shadow in place so she doesn't go anywhere. We'd do anything to keep each other safe and not lonely, because we're family and that's what family does.
By now, you're probably asking where my mom and I came from. Well, I only know what she's told me and that's not much because while Mom knows my origin, she doesn't know much about herself. Some three hundred years ago, she woke up in a frozen pond just a few miles outside of a small town called Burgess. The Man in the Moon, or MiM as he's more commonly known, lifted her out of the frozen water and told Mom her name was Jacquelyn Frost and it was her job to bring winter to the world. Unfortunately, aside from that and giving me my medallion, he's been silent. You can imagine how frustrating that can be.
Now, the thing about us immortal beings; is that mortals can't see or hear us unless they truly believe in us with all their hearts. Mom learned that the hard way after she was "created." People walked through her as if she didn't exist, which was not at all enjoyable and still isn't, even after all these centuries. It happens to me too, but at least I had some prior warning before it happened.
So, it figures that while kids have seen the Big Four, namely Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Sandman and the Easter Bunny, also known as North, Tooth, Sandy and Bunnymund, no one's ever seen me or my mother, and those goofballs, the Big Four, who also call themselves the Guardians of Children, have pretty much been ignoring the two of us for more years than I care to count. Plus, the Easter Kangaroo (as Mom and I prefer to call him) doesn't really get along with Mom and I. I think he's stuck-up and Mom's had some spat with him that's been going on since 1968. Long story, don't ask right now.
Well, actually, not all of the Guardians are goofballs or ignoring Mom and I. Uncle Sandy's been a close friend of my mother's since a few months before I was born and that was a hundred and fifty years ago. Their friendship's so strong that the three of us live together and Mom named him as my godfather. But honestly, while I usually call him "Uncle Sandy" and he's not technically related to me, Uncle Sandy's been like a dad to me all my life. He's loyal, kind, always willing to listen, he can be as fun and protective as my mother and he makes the sweetest dreams with his Dreamsand and the most amazing things out of it. And most importantly, he's helped me with my powers and he's there when I need him. Let's face it, Uncle Sandy's impossible to dislike.
Anyway, I bet you're wondering who my father is. Well, the truth is, I don't know. He's never been in my life and neither Uncle Sandy nor my mother speaks of him. I can only assume he left us for reasons I don't know yet. I've never asked much about him, but I'm still curious and I have questions I'm longing for answers to. Who is my father? Why did he leave us? Does he know he has me for a son? What was he like? Does he still love my mother and is it possible he loves me? But I don't have answers because I've never asked those questions because I'm waiting for the right time to ask.
Part of me is angry with him for never being there for me, yet part of me just wants to know him. All I do know is that he's an immortal spirit, which means he might still be out there somewhere. I don't know what'll happen if we ever meet face-to-face, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. I don't even know if I'll ever be believed it, but for the moment, I'm content with my life with Sandy and my mother. All we need are each other and all the fun days in the universe. So, life's not just good for us. It's perfect the way it is. Why change it?