I woke up with a start. My heart is pounding and my breathing is heavy. I felt the adrenaline course through my veins. "My nightmares are getting worse." I thought to myself. I lift my hand and produce a snowflake. How is it that I can control my powers now and not when I need to? If anybody knew about me, they would think I'm a monster. I desperately wished all the time that there was at least one other person in the world that was like me. It must have been a pain for Jack Frost when he was around. I wonder how he convinced everyone that he wasn't a monster. How did he control his powers? I sigh and wrap my nightgown closer to me, laying my head back down on my pillow.
I'm just beginning to close my eyes when I hear something on the other side of the room. Immediately, I sit straight up and glare in the direction the noise came from. I hear it again, only closer and lift my hand, getting ready to blast whatever it is. "Who are you?!" I ask into the darkness. I see a shadow move and shoot a blast of ice at whatever it is. I start to get out of bed when a tall dark figure with glowing yellow eyes comes to the foot of my bed.
"Now that wasn't nice, was it?" it says deeply.
"Who are you?" I whisper while fear and dread come creeping into my body.
"Me? I'm your worst nightmare." The figure lifts his hand and shoots a light black dust over me. Right when it touches me, my body is racked with fear and my breathing quickens. I begin to sweat and shake and I try to shoot ice at the figure. I scream out of sheer terror when suddenly, my window comes flying open in a flurry of snow and wind. I fold into a ball and see another figure standing on my window ledge, pointing a wooden staff at the dark figure.
"Get away from her, Pitch." the figure says protectively. He jumps off of the window ledge and starts slowly walking towards my bedside. That's when I realize this guy is trying to protect me and I jump out of bed and run to hide behind him. He stands in front of me and continues to point his staff at the figure.
"Why are you always interrupting my fun Jack?" the figure says and poofs away with a black dust. When it's gone, I realize I am clutching the boy's dark blue jacket sleeve and release it immediately. He turns around and I back up until my back hits the wall. I sink to the ground, unsure if this boy is a friend or a foe. He may have just saved me from whatever that creature was but he's still a stranger. He's still pointing his staff when he turns and puts it down, once he notices I'm against the wall.
"Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you." He says softly. I glance up and get a good look at his face. He has snow white hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes. He's wearing a dark blue hoodie with tan capris and notice that he isn't wearing shoes. If this boy came from outside, how are his feet not completely frozen? It's freezing out there! He looks down at me and smiles. "Don't worry about Pitch. I'm not going to let him hurt you." He says while lowering his hand down. I stare at his hand and slowly lift mine to his cautiously. Once our hands touch, I feel a shock of electricity while he gently lifts me up. Once we let go of each other, the electricity is gone.
"What's your name?" I question the white haired boy.
"You haven't guessed yet? My name is Jack Frost!"