Jack's Secret
Chapter 1: Jack
There was not much about the Winter Spirit the Guardians didn't know. After he had, somewhat embarrassedly, came clean about his past, Jack had told him everything he wanted them to know. However, there was something they didn't know.
Jack never really wanted to tell them about his hobby. It was something he likened to as a guilty pleasure. He relished in it. It was something that he always had, something that he could bring with him wherever he went. It was a part of him.
Drawing, painting, it all came as easily to him as breathing. He could hunch over his sketching notebook for days, even months. It was all so natural to him because he had spent most of his days when he had first became Jack Frost making snowflake upon snowflake, not so much snow, getting the hang of it. Later on, he found a sketching notebook on the ground. It was clean and dry, with a small drawing pencil attached to the side. Curious, the teen took it and spent the most of spring drawing his thoughts on paper.
Now, the Guardians knew very well that Jack's room (which was located in Santoff Claussen) was off limits. Inside was an exact reincarnation of Jack's old room, and they knew it was very special to him. The spirit had spent endless days working to get every detail right. Until now, the only person who had seen it was Jack. But, there was another reason Jack didn't want the other Guardians to see his room. And that was because that was where he drew and painted. There was just one change he had made in his room and that was his 'art desk'. In the corner was a very modern, slanted, cherry wood desk. There were clips at the sides so that he could keep his canvas in place when he painted. Other than that and the canvases hanging on his walls, the room was the same.
The only thing he would draw on was the same notebook he found 300 years ago. It was filled with drawings and drawings of his ideas, of his life, of the Guardians, of his job, but mostly of his thoughts and dreams. He had given it a name, which he was very embarrassed to do, but he supposed that it was sort of a journal-ish thing and that was what people did, so he should do it as well. It's name was 'Snøfnugg' which, unsurprisingly, was 'snowflake' in Norwegian. It was somehow nowhere near to being finished or breaking apart, although it has been with him for 300 years.
Jack had decided, after and hours and hours of thinking, that drawing and painting was very special to him and that he wasn't ready to let the other Guardians know about his little secret. At least, not yet.
A/N: Hello lovely readers! Sorry to keep you waiting for more stories. School is...school, I guess. I hope you enjoyed this. There will be more chapters soon, so hold tight. Thank you all for the support, and please review and favorite and follow! ;)
xoxo,
Katkat