It had been years since the Man In The Moon had chosen Jack. Almost 50 years to be exact and immortality was getting a little old. I mean yeah, never dying had been great for the first couple of years, but after a while…
Fifty years had gone by, and Jack was growing weary of his task as the bringer of snow, and from what he could tell, his long reign was just beginning.
Every day it was the same old thing: fly to the next destination and blanket the town. Sure, he found little ways of having fun: snow storms in spring, tripping people with patches of ice, and of course egging on the snow ball fights between the village children. The children were his greatest source of joy in his never-ending existence. Bringing happiness to them through snowmen and forts. He could watch them slip and slide over a patch of ice, giggling with their friends, all day long.
Fun was something Jack had always been good at… or at least he thought so. Fifty years of being alone was hard, but even harder was fifty years of amnesia. Since he rose from the pond that fateful winter afternoon he didn't have a memory in his head. And what was worse was the uncertainty of whether he even had anything to remember. Whether he had a life before he was Jack Frost, or if he simply came into being one day.
Yet, the world trekked on around him and his duties still cried out to be performed.
Jack hovered over the next town, his staff in hand, the winds carrying him aloft. He squinted as he studied the best vantage point for his bit of daily mischief. Already the winds howled around him and perfect snowflakes flurried toward the ground in anticipation of Jack's first move. With a sudden squeal of laughter and a mid air turn, the eternal boy rocketed toward the earth. Details slid into focus the closer he came to the ground, one detail in particular: a teenage couple walking briskly toward the woods, both of them looking frequently over their shoulder. Jack briefly noted that the girl was pretty and the boy fairly scrawny.
The snow began to fall heavier around them, laying a thin coat upon the ground as the both the young man and woman breathed a sigh of relief at having made it to the cover of the trees seemingly unseen. When the village was out of sight behind them, the boy reached out and stopped the girl, holding her hand nervously in his own. Pink blushes colored their cheeks, both from the cold and embarrassment at being alone together.
Jack perched silently in a tree above them, a coy smile playing across his face as he watched the interaction, waiting for the optimal time to intervene.
The girl glanced toward the village, obviously on edge, "Wilhelm we aren't supposed to be out unattended." Even though there was no one around to hear them, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
With wide eyes Wilhelm nodded, "I understand that Elizabeth, I simply could not wait until the next village dance to hold your hand in mine." The girl's blush deepened as her gloved hand gripped tighter to her young escort's fingers.
Jack fought against the urge to roll his eyes at the whole encounter and yet he waited.
"Will…" Elizabeth trailed off, seemingly content to just look into the eyes of this boy she so ardently admired.
At this Jack simply could not sit still any longer, he let out a loud groan unheard by either of the love-struck youth below him. Aiming his staff at their feet, a large patch of ice grew beneath them.
For a moment, everything stayed as it had been, until Elizabeth shifted her weight and promptly lost her balance. With a quick squeak of surprise and fear she lurched forward into the waiting arms Wilhelm who miraculously managed to maintain his footing. Jack's mouth turned up into a triumphant smile as Elizabeth shyly looked up at her beloved and Will seized the opportunity that had been handed to him practically on a silver platter. The young boy leaned down and gently pressed his lips against the girl's and the moment was perfect.
The smile on Jack's face slowly slipped away as he felt a sharp twinge in his chest. Immediately he leapt into the air, leaving the painful twist behind him in the wind. It was all fun and games until emotions came into play. Then it was time to move on. No sense dwelling on what you can't have.
The light snowfall grew heavier and heavier until a full raging snow storm tore through the village below and Jack left it behind to blow itself out, not giving a second thought to the couple now stumbling blindly toward home.
Author's Note:
Hello! Yes this is very much so a Jelsa fanfic. So if that's what you came for, welcome! If not, please stay the story will be interesting too! Sorry, I suck at this whole first chapter thing... But hope you like it! Please read and review! :) Gracias :)