Just a quick drabble I wrote for my English class that I didn't end up using. Just thought I'd put it here since it's already on my tumblr.
Alone. Jack Frost didn't think the humans understood how painful that word really was. Not most of them anyway. As he sat under the frozen tree staring up at the full moon, he reflected on the past 300 years. 300 solitary years. He's spread snow, and ice, and fun, but no one could see him. The children, everyone, just fazed right through him, as though he didn't even exist. Jack looked again to the moon, and this time spoke. "Why?" At first it was barely a whisper, "Why?!" but it evolved into a shout. "Why can't they see me? Why did you do this to me?!" silence. "Answer me!" Oh but the spirit winter knew better than to wait for a reply, The Man in the Moon had spoken to him only once, 300 years ago, never since.