Me:This is for Painted-red-colored-blue. She wanted a Jack Frost story, so here it is! I don't own the Rise of the Guardians!
Enjoy, my fellow birds!
I woke up. It was cold and dark. No light to shine through the bar of shadows incircling my vision. I coughed out something that was lodged in my throat. It felt wet to the touch. Was it blood? No, it was thiner, like water. Why was water in my throat? Where am I? I swayed my head side to side in confusion, trying to peer through the darkness. I still couldn't see. I reached out a hand. It met with no solid object; only cool darkness covered my skin. I tried to retract it, but something latched onto my hand. I shivered; it was cold. Yanking my hand away, I curled up into a ball. 'Help,'I cried out,'Someone SAVE me!' I heard no response. Only eerie silence. I don't know how long I stayed there, crouching and all that, but I saw a claw of light pierce through the matted dark cloth of shadows. I hurredly crawled to the tear and peeked out. I saw the moon staring down on me. The crack widened and I was brought to life. I stared at the world around me. Stars and snow surrounded me, entrancing me. I glanced down and saw my reflection. I wore a long-sleeved blue t-shirt with faded brown cut-offs and held a light brown wooden staff. A carving of a snowflake was carved on to the top of the wood, blue energy pulsing in the cracks. I had a glowing sappire eye with an emerald one to accompany it. My waist-length hair was hazel with white tips. I had three piercings on each ear, the earings glistening like diamonds. Above my reflection, there was the smiling reflection of the moon. I looked up. 'Allison Winter,' a soft voice spoke, echoing the title around in her head. "Is that my name?" a voice rasped out in a hoarse voice. My voice. No one answered. I sighed and looked around. 'Where to go, where to go...' Moonlight highlighted everything silver, making the world look like a picture from a fairytale. Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely and saw a figure collapse on the snow. I raised my staff instinctivly, taking a step back. "Who are you?" both me and the figure chorused. I frowned,"What are you doing here?" we repeated again. This was starting to get irritating. "WHO ARE YOU?!" we screamed together, rushing at each other. We both froze as we got a glimpse of each other. He...looked almost exactly like me! He had a blue hoodie, light brown pants(?), and snow white hair. He had a sheperd's crook in his hand, raised in a defensive position like me. He had brilliant blue eyes. "Who are you?" I asked again, lowering my staff a bit. He hesataited before answering,"Frost. Jack Frost. Now, who are you?" I gaped a bit. Jack Frost...now why did that sound familiar?
'"Mommy, can you tell me a story?" A woman walked up to me and ruffled my short hair. It was a dark brown with golden tips. "Of course hunny,"she answered,"What type of story do you want to hear?" I bounced up and down excitedly,"A fairytale! A fairytale!" The mom chuckled a bit and pondered a bit. She snapped her fingers together,"How about the story of Jack Frost?" I nodded. "Very well. Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jackson Overland. This little boy had a little sister. One day, they both went to a nearby frozen pond to learn how to ice-skate. However, they didn't know that the ice was very thin there,"I gasped,"so when Jack and his sister went on the ice, it cracked under the sister's feet. Little Jack saw the crack and tried to get his sister across. Grabbing her hand, the boy flung the girl to shore while he fell into the freezing water. But, he didn't die, but gained winter powers,"My eyes widened in wonder," And that's how he came to be the boy who spread winter and snow around the world." I cocked my head to the side,"What happend to the sister?" My mother grinned,"She lived a full and happy life."I nodded and went to bed...'
I don't know what my name is...so I guess I have to adopt the name whispered to me. "Allison Winter," I answered without hesitation. Jack looked at me in curiosity. "Why do you look like me? Are you a fangirl?" I shook my head,"I don't know...I just woke up like this." He gripped his staff tighter. He seemed to ponder this. "Did you try to talk to MiM?" "Who's MiM?" Frosty rolled his eyes,"The Man in the Moon of course. Didn't he tell you your name?" I nodded. "Did he tell you your center?" The Man in the Moon whispered again,'Joy...' "Uhh...Joy?" I asked more than said. He grinned,"Cool! My center is Fun!"(Hehe...cool punz... :D) 'Frost...Winter...wow, am I like a winter person? Eh, I always loved the season anyway.'