The Handprint
A/N: My second recalling
Summary: A recalling from the movie from the first snow ball fight.
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"Guys! Wait up!" Jaime Bennett called after his two friends. The boys crowded around the fence leading into the Bennett's house. Unknown to them, Jack Frost was watching the trio from the top of the fence. The teen was traipsing over the fence with his wooden staff nestled over his shoulders, listening to the younger kids talk about mythical creatures and beings that required belief.
"The Easter Bunny is real." Jaime declared looking derisively at the twin brothers; at the same time, dubious that the brothers didn't already know that. He figured the other two just needed a firm reminder.
Jack joined the conversation at this point. "Oh, he's real alright." Jack looked exasperated at just the memory of the rabbit, but happy to bad mouth him using the kid's words. "Real annoying, real grumpy, and really full of himself."
Happy with himself and happy with just watching the kids, Jack floated up into the air and settle back down to sit on the fence. When he sat down he noticed the kids were already walking off through the fence gate. Jaimie had his sled in hand and trailing behind the other boys.
"Jaime, hat?" Mrs. Bennett cautioned and placed the thick hat on his head when he turned back to her. "You don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose."
"Who's Jack Frost?" Jaimie asked skeptically as his mother started walking away.
"No one honey. It's just an expression." His mother went to the porch of the house and picked Sophie up in her arms.
"Hey!" Jack looked up between the mother and her children. He tensed before looking back at the mom and then outside the fence. The kids were already near the park with the other neighborhood kids. "Just and expression?" He couldn't believe that woman's gall, and the kids were already just brushing him off as just an 'expression'. He slid off the fence and stood beside the gateway and a mound of snow. Just as he was about to brush this insult off, he got a brilliant idea. It was a naughty idea.
Jack leaned down to the snow and grabbed a handful from the mound of that day's snow fall. His fingers carved markings into the pile and left a hand shape. A very real physical manifestation of his existence. Standing straight again, he formed the snow into a ball and blew a sort of magic into the crystals. He took aim, threw the ball, and hit Jaime Bennett behind the head.
Jack Frost was invisible, that was a given, but he was very real. If only someone could see the trails and imprints of his existence. Footfalls, handprints, unexplained chills of cold. He was there. If the children were made of ice and snow, they wouldn't walk through him.