Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared. But then, then I... saw the moon. It was so big and it was so bright, and it seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did... I wasn't scared anymore.
Why I was there, and what I was meant to do - that I've never known. And a part of me wonders if I ever will. I remember looking around, confused and looking to the moon for guidance. The only thing it gave was a dimming in its bright sheen.
More confused than ever, I stepped carefully across the ice. I looked up to see the frozen trees, covered in glistening snow. They the seemed to be leaning in, and the world around me seemed to be holding its breath.
A light pain in my toe startled me out of my trance. Looking down, I found the offending object. A simple wooden staff, with a hooked end. I gingerly nudged it with my toe, and small patterns spread across its length. Intrigued, I picked it up, and I felt the raw energy run through my fingers. The staff must've felt the same way, because it lit up like a Christmas tree, glowing an eerie, calming blue. Odd.
Studying the strange stick, a burst of energy light up the staff once more. I fumbled with it, and the energy that had been running through my fingers was channelled through the staff and spread over the ice around me. Frost. It's was unique and perfectly patterned, yet random all at the same time.
I was now more confused than ever! What was this stick? And what was this strange connection I felt with it? Curiously, I touched the curved end of the strange staff to a nearby cluster of trees. The same thing happened! The frost wasn't so rushed and excited. It was slow and beautiful. Fern-like curls erupted from where the staff came in contact with the tree. Looking down, I noticed that these were the same patterns as the ones on my staff.
I touched another tree, I did it again and again! It felt so good! Me! I was creating these beautiful patterns. A giddy sense of childlike euphoria over come me and I ran freely across the frozen pond, the staff trailing behind me, leaving the frost patterns all over the pond. I twirled and jumped, slipped and slid all over the pond, spreading the frost. My frost! It was amazing! The world around me seemed to sigh.
It... it was one of the only times I can remember being truly happy...
Jack sat on a thatched roof, staring at the only thing that had ever talked to him, let alone, recognised him since it woke up. His name? Jack Frost. How does he know? The Moon told him so. But that was all it ever told him. Now it ignored him, as he tried to remember something. Anything. He sat on that stupid roof, cold tears threatening to spill down his frozen face as he racked his brain for answers. Jack could remember some things, like what a town looked like, how to make a fire, the feeling of going to sleep after a long day's work.
But how does he know how to do these things, and what they feel like? Where are the memories that should accompany them? But most of all, why can't anyone see him? Jack watched young children shout and play in the village centre, their parents sitting with tired smiles on their faces, huddled together by a cozy fire. He felt a pang in his heart. He knows what it feels like to thaw out by a fire, but he can't remember.
Jack curled up into a frozen ball on the roof, not at all fazed of the fact the he was laying almost vertical, he just wanted to forget todays events, but how could he forget the only memories hes ever made. It wasn't very comfortable, but Jack managed to use his staff for balance and shut his eyes and doze for a short while.
Jack's eyes snapped open and he was on his feet instantly as a loud yell echoed through the town. A huge, burly man stood next to the ashes of a cold fire, dressed in warm winter attire. Jack wondered 'why I didn't get cold?' It probably had something to do with the frost thing.
The sun was in the process of replacing the moon as it peaked it fiery head over the horizon. All the townspeople began to shuffle out of their respective homes. The white-haired boy took this as his cue to leave. Jumping into their air, he let the playful tug of the wind whisk him away.
Jack didn't know where he was. Somewhere cold. He was lounging across that back of someone's horse, as they trudged the freshly fallen snow that he had recently created. There were three warmly dressed men, and they were each grumbling about having to ride through the snow. Jack was on the leader's horse, and he was grumbling the most, and the loudest. By the sounds of the man rumblings, the Frost Spirit had slowed down their schedule by a couple of hours. Smirking to himself, Jack waved his staff and a light snow began to fall.
The guy went ballistic. He absolutely hated snow by the sounds of it. He turned his head upwards and shouted obscenities at the sky. Jack's smirk turned into a frosty grin. One of the men behind him turned and stared wide-eyed in his direction and Jack gasped. Had.. had he seen him? Ah, nope. He was gaping at one of the particularly nasty things the guy up front had said. He was still ranting and raving about the snow.
Jack rolled his eyes. 'Geez lighten up' he muttered. Floating down to scoop up some of the freshly fallen powdery substance, Jack took aim at the man's face and blew it at him. The man stopped his grumbling and his face went a little slack for a second. Jack's eyes widened and he panicked, thinking that he had hurt him somehow, when the man began giggling. His giggling turned into roaring laughter as he halted the group and jumped off of his horse. He began throwing snow at the others. Jack was completely shocked. What had he done to this man?
Jack needed to try this again. Leaning on his trusted staff, once more, he scooped up some snow, and doing the exact same thing to the other two men. After a brief stunned moment, they both joined their leader to frolic in the snow. Jack began laughing himself! He was overjoyed at the discovery of a new power! Finding out about a new power meant discovering more about himself, and he hoped one day to discover his memories. With a wistful sigh, the boy took to the sky, leaving three grown men to play in the snow.
Jack guessed he was loitering somewhere in the arctic. He was planning on extending the ice flats more into the sea, when a screeching noise sounded in the distance. 'Oh god.' Jack groaned. His experience with jets has never been memorable. He remembered his first encounter with one of those nasty machines. Jack was trying to freeze a cloud in a particularly humid country, when a thing came out of nowhere and almost killed him! It hit him head on, and the startled boy tumbled across the top of it before falling through the sky. Luckily enough, Jack just caught himself before he hit the ground, but it was definitely a learning experience for him. He has avoided them ever since.
Jack began to drift away, when he noticed that the thing was heading straight for him. He also noticed that it was a strange shape, and colour for that matter. Jack called the wind to him and began to move faster out of the machine's path but had little time to get very far before he crashed through the windscreen. Jack would have felt bad, but it already had some holes in it, so it didn't seem like too big of an issue. He noticed that there was only one person aboard, he was dressed in a blue and white suit, and someone was saying his name over the radio. 'Steve, STEVE!'
Steve could only stare dumbfounded, at the alien being that has just crashed through his windshield, and was unable to answer to his name being called. Wait.. that man could see him? Jack thought. He could see HIM?! The spirit had only just realised that we were crashing though, and had no time to ponder the matter. Another thing he didn't have time for was to escape before the ship made impact.
They both saw stars when they hit the ice, and it was by far one of the worst impacts Jack have ever had. Sure, he's fallen from the sky before, but he was always really light, so could usually dust himself off and move on. But this was tons of projected metal crashing in front of Jack and behind him. It felt like Steve and he were both thrown from the jet and into the water. There were flashes of white and blue, as water and ice swirled around them. Jack could feel Steve thrashing around beside him. He clutched his staff like a lifeline, as he couldn't bear to let it go. It was dark, and it was cold, and he was scared. But this time, Jack didn't see the moon.
He was panicking now, Jack had lived over 200 years, so he knew age couldn't kill him, but he was so sure that this would. Jack hadn't exactly tested my limits. He was now beyond scared. Panicking, he released a burst of energy, freezing the water around him.
Everything was still; there was no thrashing, or splashing anymore. Jack couldn't move. He saw Steve though. The soldier was directly in his line of vision. Oh god, no. How was Jack going to get out of here? He could freeze water, not melt ice! He controls the cold things, not the warm things! Oh god, what had he done. Jack's eyes drooped. When was the last time he had slept? It felt like years ago. Steve seemed to be sleeping. So Jack slept, the world around him went black, and his consciousness slipped away...
A/N This is my first time writing a fic, and this AU is one I've always wanted to see so I decided to write one myself! Please review, any criticism welcome!