So, I already have the entire plot directed in my head. Let's see how well I can put it in words!
Although it was one in the morning, the sky is bright, or put in other words, light pink. Those are some wonders of snow that Jack Frost would never get tired of. In fact, he never gets tired of his abilities. The young guardian recently finished coating the town of Burgess with two inches of snow, enough for the children to play with this Christmas weekend while he was off to celebrate this joyous holiday at the North Pole with his fellow guardians. Jack clanged onto a static pole and smiled a warm smile at the overview. Jamie's going to love this, he thought.
The night was as quiet as a mouse that everything can be heard. That's how the winter spirit caught the clicking and clacking of winter heels strutting down a sidewalk not so far away from him. Squinting, he made out a feminine figure who appeared to be outside in the freezing cold with nothing covering her bare legs from above the knees to her ankles. What a foolish lady. He smirked as he came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea and travelled with the wind towards the girl, who he now let her dirty blonde hair fall naturally below her shoulders.
Only a few steps behind her, Jack silently raised his staff and guided the wind to attack her. The – now that he realized – teenage girl was barely affected by the breeze. The spirit decided to try again. This time, she crossed her arms together and sighed. "Stupid wind," she muttered.
He doesn't understand! This trick has succeeded on every single victim, no matter what they always reacted dramatically. Once a crowd of teenagers believed it was a ghost and started a ruckus which woke up the first floor of a retirement home. Jack breathed out a laugh at the memory and continued to watch the girl, amused.
"Young teenager wearing a short dress strolling down the streets in the middle of the night?" He smirked, "Better watch out for strangers who approach you!"
To his surprise, the girl whipped her head around and glared at him with her hazel eyes. She parted her lips. "Like y-," she started but was caught off guard by what Jack Frost assumed was himself. "-ou? Oh my – the white hair – frost – bare feet! You're -!" The teenager couldn't finish her statement and gaped at the spirit in awe, obviously overwhelmed.
The young guardian waved his hand dismissively with his eyebrows raised and faced the ground. "Jack Frost?"
"You're Jack Frost! Wow, it's so nice to finally meet you! I've heard some fantastic stories about you from other children. Oh, I'm Arrow by the way."
He gazed at her with amazement and gives a genuine smile. "Arrow, I've never encountered a teenager who believes in me."
The girl feigned a smile and continued, "Well, sorry to inform you, but I'm somewhat obligated to believe in you." Confused, Jack leans on his staff and furrows his eyebrows and widens his icy blue eyes.
"And…what's that supposed to mean?"
The corner of the girl's mouth twitched up and she responded, "You'll see," before leaving. Something in the tone of her voice tells the young guardian she knows something he doesn't, and that he detests.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, why so mysterious for?" Blondie turns around one last time.
"The more mysterious you are, the more curious others become." With that the clicking of her heels switch onto another corner and the feminine figure was out of sight.
Well she's right that's for sure. The winter spirit was curious to know more and ran to catch up with the girl, but when he turned the same corner she did, there was no one. The young teen was gone.