A/N Of course, I do not own this amazing movie. I do, however, own these little stories, which I hope you enjoy. They're kind of practice, working with a character I haven't seen long enough to know inside and out, but I really like both the characters and these little drabbles anyway. Jack Frost and the rest of the Guardians belong to Dreamworks. If you have any suggestions or prompts, please message me, as I've learned not to to that over reviews. If you like it though, please do review!


I leaned against my staff, blinking. It was the fourth snowball fight I'd started that day, but there was something… missing. Usually, I was perfectly content with simply melting into the crowd of kids, but today… something was amiss. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, until… I saw them.

It was boy, about my age. (Fourteen, not three hundred. That would be stupid. I know, I don't really have a 'human' age, but I'd decided long ago I was fourteen to make it easier on myself. Giving myself an age made me feel more human. Otherwise… well, I don't want to get into that.) The boy had ruffled black locks which rustled in the breeze, and was holding the hand of a pretty girl with brown hair and a thick sweatshirt. I flew closer to them, unseen. Always unseen. She was laughing at some joke he'd made, and he was smiling at having made her happy. They both had green eyes that seemed to glisten with pure joy at just being together, having each other. A twinge plucked in my chest, at my heart long since frozen, cooled since the day I was reborn.

I knew she was pretty. But… I didn't know it. I didn't feel a steady warmth seeping through my bones, into my chest like most teenage boys do. She just looked like another person to me, another child, a child grown up who would one day get older and die. My gaze flickered back to the tree I'd been standing under. There were no footprints… no evidence I even existed. Suddenly, I wanted it. Wanted to be known, wanted to be cared for, like the couple in front me cared for each other. Wanted it more then I'd ever wanted anything in this vast world.

They walked right through me, like everyone did, never seeing, never knowing that someone with thoughts and hopes and dreams was being passed by. I don't know if they would want to know… or if they'd even bother to care. They had each other. I swallowed down the icicle in my throat, feeling the edge slice up my neck from the inside. I welcomed the stinging pain as I shot up, not wanting to be pulled down anymore. I poured on the speed, trying to fight back tears that would never come no matter how sad I got. Sometimes, no matter how many kids I played with, no matter how many adults I made slip on ice, it couldn't replace the jagged desire in my soul for someone who would pay attention and tell me that they loved me.

Because, after all, who loves the one who freezes hearts and makes messes wherever he goes?