I told you I'd upload something. Yeah, yeah, Jackunzel Week was back in like May or something. I decided to do my own entries for the prompt weeks of Jackunzel, Mericcup, and Everlark all throughout August, starting today. So here's Day 1 of Jackunzel Week.
Jackunzel Week
Day 1: Once in a Blue Moon
The winter spirit knew something was different the moment he stumbled upon the tower. His eyes widen in surprise at the sight of it. The bricks make up a more than twenty-foot tall tower. The white-haired teen scours the area for any passages inside, but he only finds a locked window at the very top of the tower. He hesitates. Why would there be a tower in the middle of the woods, with merely a tower for entry? What kind of place is this, anyway?
He makes his decision, and he flies up to the window. He presses a hand against the glass and leans closer, shielding out the sunlight to get a better look at the inside of the place. He's shocked to find a girl around his age running around inside, doing chores. What's even more shocking is her hair. Jack estimates it at seventy feet. He scans the room to find that the hair spirals out everywhere. The more Jack watches the girl, the more he wants to know her name. And so, he pushes on the glass of the window, hoping to open it…only to find that it's pull, not push.
The moment Jack pulls the window open is the moment the blonde girl inside of the tower chooses to turn around. She instantaneously drops the broom she was holding and grabs a frying pan. Yes, I believe the frying pan will defend me better. The two figures stare at each other. The blonde girl starts backing up. Jack still sits, perched on the windowsill, with a lopsided grin on his face.
"Who are you…and why are you smiling like that?" the blonde girl asks, green eyes seemingly searching Jack's soul for an answer. Jack grins and steps down from the windowsill, setting his staff on the floor and putting his hands up.
"I'm Jack Frost. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Why are you smiling? I want an answer," the girl snaps, keeping her distance from the wintery spirit.
"Well, to answer you, I'd like a name. I prefer to address people by their names, granted I don't come up with a nickname sooner than that. My brain is pretty active on coming up with one for you, actually," Jack replies. The girl pauses, still keeping the frying pan held out in front of her.
"My name is Rapunzel," she finally says. Jack grins at her.
"Alright, Punzie—"
"I said my name is Rapunzel."
"And I said I come up with nicknames for people, but if you insist. Alright, Rapunzel, I'm smiling because I'm not actually a person – a living person, that is. I'm a spirit. Jack Frost is the spirit of winter. It's once in a blue moon that a person actually believes in him and sees him," Jack says, picking up his staff from the floor. He sweeps the staff over his shoulder and begins walking around the room. He finds himself drawn to the mural on Rapunzel's wall.
"Can I stay? I'd like to hear about this."
Rapunzel bites her lip, and then she sets her frying pan down. The curiosity on Jack's face brings a grin to her own as she answers, "Sure."
Day 2 will be appearing tomorrow, so keep an eye out :)