It was a warm spring morning. Jack Frost, a mischievous white haired winter spirit was watching the last snow melt from the roof top he was sitting on. He would have to leave town soon, he had already stayed longer than he should. But there were things that kept him there, emotional bonds he had a hard time to let go off. 'Just a little bit longer', he thought to himself.
A door was opened from the house across the street, and a tall brown haired young man stepped out. "Jamie." Jack smiled and watched his friend walk towards the parked car. It had been years since Jamie had last been able to see Jack, but the winter spirit had kept coming back. He might have been able to make Jamie believe in him again, remind him that he wasn't just a childhood fantasy. But maybe it would be better to let him grow up. So Jack had let go.
As the car drove away, Jack stood up and walked to the edge of the roof. He was feeling a bit unwell because of the warm weather, but so far it wasn't affecting him too much. "Goodbye Burgess. See you next year." He whispered as he gave a last look at the town, then he flied off.
The wind carried him gently over the buildings and the people on the streets. There was only some small pieces of snow lying in some shadowy corners left. Everything would melt away within a day or two. As jack reached the forest he noticed something he had never seen before. Something colorful seemed to gently make its way through the forest before stopping just at the outskirt of it.
A girl spirit stood there, exterminating the town in front of her. The long dress she wore was purple like lavender, her eyes were sky blue and her hair was light blonde. Jack had never seen that spirit before, at least not as he could remember. He kept his distance for a moment, shielded by some trees, as he curiously watched the spirit. It took some moments for him to notice the flowers that had started to grow around the path she had walked. Small buds was making their way through the forest. It had been a long time since Jack had actually seen living, growing flowers.
"For how long have you planned to spy on me?" Jack heard a gentle voice coming from the spirit. Busted, Jack jumped down from the tree. Unintentionally his footsteps covered the ground and some of the newly grown flowers with frost.
"I'm not spying, just observing." He corrected her, even though he had done the former.
"What are a winter spirit doing here during spring?" She asked the young spirit, whom she had never met before. Spirits from different seasons rarely met, except when one tried to keep their season going for longer than they should. Though that didn't seem to be the case now since there wasn't much snow on the ground and there wasn't any attempts to make the winter come back.
"Nothing." He answered. It wasn't a complete lie. He hadn't been doing anything for the last couple of weeks, it was just hard for him to leave. "Who are you?" He then continued to ask her. He understood what kind of spirit she were, only a fool would miss that detail. Especially after 'observing' her from behind a tree for some minutes. But he didn't know her name.
"It is bad manners to ask someone who they are without telling your own name first?" She corrected him while putting her slender arms over her chest a bit defensive, but still with a playful smile on her lips. Jack couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"I'm Jack Frost." He told her once his laughter had calmed down.
"I'm Flora." She answered him with a gentle smile. Just like Jack, Flora had been assigned many names through the years by humans. Beiwe, Freya, Kono hana sakuya hime, Kostroma. It all depended on where in the world you were. But her all time favorite had been Flora, and that was the name she had decided to take.
"I have to go, if I don't wake the flowers in time they won't go to rest in time for winter. You should probably leave before you melt." She then said after a short pause, the last part was mostly a joke. At least a bit of it. He should definitely leave. He shouldn't be in the wrong season for too long since that could make him very weak, and if he was foolish to stay too long he might actually die. But it was also so that the seasons wouldn't get out of balance. Sure, it wouldn't stop snowing just because Jack Frost wasn't there to make it snow, nor would the flowers stop growing completely without Flora. But without the spirits of the seasons keeping a balance, it could as well become a new ice age eventually. Though sometimes it was the spirits direct actions and greed for power that cause disturbances in the seasons.
Flora started to walk away from the young winter spirit, and Jack said no more. He watched her leave, and looked at the flower buds slowly coming up from the earth. One side of him wished that he could stay until they bloomed, but that would be pushing himself too far, and he had other places to go too. With one last look over Burgess he flew away to his next destination.
I have no idea where I'm going with this fic... But I didn't know exactly where I was going with Jack Frost and the seven children and that one turned out alright. :) Ps. I will not write anything on fanfiction during November since I'm joining Nanowrimo for the first time.