But I know that's not the case...
My snow, it hurts people; regardless of whether their child or adult. Freezes them, causes accidents.
I remember the first time I interacted with Jamie. Making a sled go flying is fun for everyone.
Except those who where in cars on the road.
I could have caused a crash, or an accident, that day. It was a miracle I didn't; but I could have.
I caused a blizzard strong enough to kill some people a long time ago, after a mere few years of being a spirit. That happened because i lost control. The control I have over my emotions.
When I had just became a spirit, I couldn't control my emotions very well, getting angry at the man in the moon caused my control to slip, creating multiple blizzards beyond my control. Even after I had calmed down, most of the time I couldn't do anything about it, watching helplessly as people died in the mess I created, having to wait for it to go out on it's own.
As the years went by, I gained a better control of my emotions. By the time I met the guardians, my emotions where completely mine to control.
If the guardians found out the flip side to my powers, there will be hell to pay.
The guardians are all about protecting children's lifes and their innocence. If they found out my icy powers killed unconsciously... I don't even want to think about it.
It hurts. I try to make children happy, let them experiance my center, but to lose control of my powers and kill the very beings which I am dutied to protect...
I read North's book once. The big one he read from when my guardian ceremony comenced. It was all in Russian, but after being alone for 300 years, I picked up languages. It said that if a member of the guardians proformed an act that went against their code to protect the children, they will be stripped of their guardian status and lose all their belief. It could be all mumble jumble, but I'm not taking the risk.
Do you know how lonely it gets after 300 years? Being left alone for that long, no other spirits or sprites stopping to talk to you, MiM refusing to even acknowledge you... it feels horrible. I hated it. When Jamie saw me, I thought I could see fireworks. Someone can see me! Hear me!
I don't want to lose that. I CAN'T lose it. If I go back into that state of loneliness again, I will lose control. Destroy everything in my grief. That is the last thing anyone wants to happen.
But when kids get lost in forests covered in snow, wandering around, looking for an exit with hopelessness in their eyes... There's nothing I can do. People in that part of the world don't believe in me yet.
Kids dying like that adds to my list of selfish, discusting acts more and more fequently in winter, when more snow is needed. It makes me wonder If North can see a list of all the naughty things one person did that year... Probably not. If he could, I'd already be dead.
Do you want to know what else adds to my list of terrible, unjust acts? When you turn around, and Pitch Black happens to be stood there, a smirk on his face, grinning at the fact that my snow can kill.
Whether or not I want it to...
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So... I've never written anything like this before. So be nice please. I've never seen anything like this, but it is possible for it to have been done before, but I've just never seen it. If there is a similar story to this, I didn't know and I appologise for taking their Idea.