Darkness.
Sometimes it's all I remember.
Sitting in the liquid black, my world void of light and sound.
It wasn't always this way, on occasion, I can dimly remember light. The way the sun felt against my skin, the wind tossing me in playful excitement.
My fingers traveled the length of the cell walls, the smooth ice so flawless and consistent that I began to feel sick. I couldn't even take comfort in the material the prison was made from, its walls felt ceraceous under my fingertips.
I curled into a ball, holding my stomach against the dry heaves that over took my weak body. Spit froze on my lips and chin, and I closed my eyes against the sickly feeling pulsing through me. It's been too long, I haven't heard a voice in what felt like an eternity. Only ringing silence. The endless silence.
Who was I?
Jack Frost.
A voice startled me, and with shock I realized that I had spoken, an ability I had thought lost.
"Jack Frost.."
I continued to speak aloud, repeating my name like a mantra.
"Jack Frost."
My pale, trembling, fingers stilled. Strength growing seemingly from nowhere.
"Jack Frost."
My hoarse voice croaked as it increased in volume, my blue eyes opening.
"Jack Frost."
I crawled to the cells bars, white knuckled fists gripping the ice poles.
"Jack Frost!"
I was screaming now, and distantly I could see lantern light swinging against the white walls. The ice reacted to my rage, hoarfrost growing into spikes as I screamed against the darkness.
"Jack Frost!"
Yes, it was rage I felt. Burning past my sickness, strengthening my limbs. They took me from my home, fake smiles and promises warming my heart and gaining my trust. Then they took my staff and threw me in here, away from the sky and the stars. Away from the snow and the sun. Away from the wind and my staff. Away, away, away.
"JACK FROST!" I roared, my now glowing blue eyes making out the oncoming form of a beast, it's furry body taking up much of the hallway. Other spirits heard my cries, and began yelling out their names, denying this nothingness we've been forced to endure.
The beast and his orange lantern now stood in front of me, his beady eyes glinting in anger. I looked back into those eyes, chin raised in defiance. The ice spikes grew taller, and I smirked, my enraged voice leaving my throat in calm, scratchy intractability.
"Hello Phil. It's been a while."