Windowsill frost

Disclaimer: Disclaimed. Insert witty joke.

Warnings: For this chapter, none.

The Man in the moon had made many mistakes over the ages and there were none that he regretted more so than his first creation; the winter spirit, Jack Frost.

He'd spun the child from ice and the cold, formed his mind but it had all gone to waste. Nobody wanted to or needed to believe in a spirit that brought the cold. The cold brought hunger and death. So the childish mind that Jack Frost was born with, faded and melted as spring arrived.

He created others after him, other spirits that became the protectors of the world while Jack Frost hovered on the periphery, keen eyes watching from a childish face.

Each time darkness and fear raised their ugly mugs; the newly created Guardians stepped up and defeated them. Pitch Black was driven back but as the time drew nearer, the dark spirit was once again on the rise and this time, the Guardians alone could not stop him.

Manny had a plan.

The first of them was a complete unknown but for many years, Jack Frost had worked with the dark spirit.

The perfect test for an imperfect spirit.

Now where did he place that Bottled Mischief from earlier?

AN: well, this turned out strangely. I was just knitting some socks when out of the blue, a wild plot-bunny attacked. With my eyes wide, I had no choice but to trap it inside my mind. However, I was now left with the problem of it bouncing inside my head. So I trapped it in a word document and, voila! Instant story prologue.

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