Jack Frost is a character I love and cosplay. Even though I only saw the movie once, his character stuck with me enough to have a dream entirely centered around him. I'm not talking about a fan girl's kind of dream, I'm talking about when you're asleep in your bed and your brain makes up fantastic stories in to entertain your subconscious mind. In fact, this dream was probably the reason why I slept past my alarm; it was just too great of a story to stop and wake up.

-In Amber Clad

It starts in a suburb. After the events in the movie, Jack Frost can now be seen by people, children mostly, if he chooses. He has gained the ability to choose whether he wants people to see him or not, although it does take some concentration on his part. The suburb is one small street, with houses on either side that have balconies and small comfortable rooms. Winter hadn't come yet and it was barely even fall. Jack Frost had decided to come early this year, but not to bring the changing of the seasons. See, a family had finally returned to the house in the middle of the street, facing south as the sun set to the east. The golden rays of the sun reflected on the windows, welcoming them home from a long trip. The house was empty, boxes unpacked from moving and the rooms lightly decorated before they had left.

In the dream, I was Jack Frost. I was able to feel what he felt, his curiosity, his desire to protect children, his anger or worry. I was able to see out of his eyes and feel the wonder of flying around on the wind's back. He came to this small street, with old oak trees and small cars, to keep watch over three children. He was worried about them. Although their parents were good and watchful, Jack just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to them, so he stayed there. There were times he considered revealing his presence, but thought better of it. The two older children were at the age where they were beginning not to believe in the supernatural.

The oldest of the girls, perhaps around thirteen years old, ran up to her room to find the window open and the cool air blowing in. The window had been left open all summer. Cob webs were strewn about, and small plump spiders crawled to and fro. The girl screamed and Jack heard her from outside. He rushed in, relieved she was only frightened of a few bugs. While she ran to her parents for help, he took the time to remove a few spiders and webs from her room. He scolded them, "Come'on guys. You know little girls are afraid of you," and told them to go back to the tree where they must have come from. The spiders obeyed, since they didn't wish to be frosted, or squashed by the household members.

The girl returned with a newspaper in hand, rolled up and ready to rid the pests. She crept in to find all the spiders were gone. She caught a glimpse of someone at the window, a boy with silver hair and a blue hoodie. The image of it was so quick, a mere flicker, she wondered if she saw anyone at all. The evidence was there, though. Someone had cleared all the spiders in her room. As she went to bed that night, she felt both safer, but also like there was someone there.

The next morning, the children played out in the street. They ran about tossing and catching a baseball. The further they ran, they further they had to throw it. Unbeknownst to them, Jack also played with them. He floated in the air above them and ushered the wind to push the ball toward the catcher whenever it was off-course. He laughed at their bewilderment. No matter how far off they threw the ball it would always seem to change in the right direction.

The oldest girl stopped playing, having observed the strange behavior of the wind. For some reason, it reminded her of the incident with spiders in her room the night they moved back in.

"Come'on, throw the ball!" Her brother called. He was only a year or so younger. He impatiently pounded his little fist into his mitt.

"There was a boy on my window cill," she said. Jack froze above them, and drifted downward to better hear them. He hadn't realized that she had seen him. It was strange, for three hundred years, he had wanted nothing more than to be believed in, to be seen. Now he felt like his cover had been blown.

"Did he ask you to let down your hair, Repunzel, Repunzel?" the brother teased, much to the girl's annoyance. For the sake of storytelling, I will name the older sister "Zell" from now on, which is fitting because she looked like a child version of Disney's Repunzel, with yellow hair going down to her bellybutton.

"No!" Zell pouted, "But I think he was the one who made the spiders disappear."

"I didn't see any spiders," the brother scoffed.

The little sister, maybe five years old, squeaked, "Spiders?" She latched onto her brother in fear. She of course was scared of spiders. The brother did his best to peel her off.

Zell stomped her foot, "There were too spiders in my room! There was hundreds of them! Huge and hairy ones!" Jack laughed at that, since her version of the story was greatly exaggerated. He had counted only a dozen spiders, and they were small, brown and plump and no bigger than a penny. Perfectly harmless.

"Imaginary spiders, imaginary friends!" the brother sung, making fun of her.

Jack saw Zell get puffed up and face turn red with anger. He of course was insulted too, being called imaginary when he was standing right there. And just like that, he made himself visible. He bopped the boy on the head with his staff, saying, "Who's calling who imaginary? I'm real and those spiders were real. You're welcome by the way," He said to Zell, before leaping into the air and flying away. He laughed at their stunned faces. His cover was officially blown, but he didn't mind.

Jack disappeared again, but he hadn't gone far. He wanted them to think he had left. The joke from before faded as the dark feeling returned to him. He had to stay with them. He didn't know why… but he had to stay.