I was alone, and cold, and scared. But by now I knew that no one would care, after the first one hundred years, They stopped caring, I stopped caring. I caused trouble everywhere I go, I make people stumble, and fall, and freeze. I can kill people, but I also cause fun times.
No one sees the fun, they all see the destruction, the bad I cause.

These thoughts had been in my head for hundreds of years, always the same, and yet each time they resurfaced, they hurt like new cuts, not old scars. Everything heals with time.
Except me I thought bitterly. I don't heal, I don't get better. The thoughts continued like this, until one day, I snapped.

Burgess, 1968.
I was afraid again, like I almost always was, afraid and alone, the two mixed together and created on giant ache instead of two large ones. The wind was rustling around me, as if trying to comfort me. He knew what day it was.
Easter Sunday.
Easter brings hope and new beginnings. Because of that fact, Jack always did the same thing every Easter, he walked up to a small child on the street. This time it will work, I swear.
"Hey, how is Easter going, are you finding any eggs?" I asked, the boy continued doing as he was doing, not looking up, not noticing me, not believing. New beginnings for everyone but Jack Frost, the external teen, the lonely frost sprite. He didn't know why he put himself through it all anymore, it never worked, no one ever saw.

I sat on the roof of an old convince store, the streets were full of only snow, and a few people caught in the storm. It was raging, and the blizzard prevented anyone from finding eggs. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to care, Bunny had ignored him, and Jack owed the oversized rabbit nothing.
He was just giving up, ready to let go, to not move, and to die. He was tired, he didn't want to be here anymore, he didn't want to live alone. Then, he heard a voice, and not a friendly one. But still, the voice left all prier thoughts in the past.
"Jack Frost, what have you done to my holiday?" It was an angry voice, with an Australian accent. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?" Jacks body hurt, his heart hurt, he had experienced to much non believing for a day. He slowly looked up, studying the figure in front of him, it was a tall rabbit, wearing nothing but some kind of cloth on his arms and, a strap around his middle. Jack lifts his head just enough to see bunny, without bunny seeing him. He put his head back down. "Please go away." He begged, the rabbit hd just interrupted a very important thing that Jack was about to do, committing suicide is important.
"Ha, yeah right, I'm not going anywhere." Jack was loosing the little bit of patience he had left.
"Go Away!" He screamed, the outburst caused a wind to hit the bunny-man, and nearly fall on his butt, and gave Hack the chance to run away. He jumped into the air, trying to get as far away as he could, before the bunny started after him. As he turned around to check behind him, he turned just in time to be hit in the face with a boomerang, his vision swam as he struggled to stay aloft. He felt the wind struggling to hold him, but as he lost consciousness, the wind slipped and let him go.