Okay. I LOVE Jack Frost. And it's not a healthy love; it's a full blown OBSESSION. I need to do something about these FEELS just tumbling around inside of me! So here is my attempt at sating my overflowing emotions.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Rise of the Guardians
Shadows coiled in the dark, flicking impatiently within the night. All throughout the world they twisted and contorted, invisible to the sleeping world, waiting for the chance to manipulate the light. Fear was their energy; they could feel it's presence in the air.
They thought Fear was conquered; they thought Fear was gone?
Fear can never die.
Trapped beneath the skeleton of a bed, he waited for his chance. Collect enough energy, fear, fright, and he could begin again. The blackness seemed to curl in pleasure, as if a sadistic smile were trying to paint itself within the darkness.
Now that the children knew of his existence, it was only a matter of time before he had enough fuel to break free from his prison. Seeing is believing, after all. Already, he could smell the fear pouring off the weak little pests; The Guardians were fools to assume their charges would go unscathed.
His shadows crawled along the streets, absorbing what was his. Lamp posts flickered out one by one as they pushed forward, strengthened by the flow of terror. Oh, how delicious. It was enough to make his mouth water and his mind groan with want.
Patience, he whispered to himself. Fear only grows with wait – and festering fear was the best kind.
Soon enough, he'd have his revenge.
And this time, he wasn't going to fail.
Street lights exploded. The stars themselves seemed to be blanketed by black. The night was engulfed in a deeper darkness than ever seen before, the moon defiantly glowing bright.
No matter.
It wasn't the Man in the Moon he was after, anyhow.
He was after the Guardians.