"Your name is Jack Frost." the moon had said.
But his words were just an echo of a cold wind, a calming voice of the winter leaves. Jack had looked at the big bright moon again in awe, wanting to hear more. What means to be Jack Frost? That,he didn't know and wanted to find an answer for. He would always look at the moon, whenever he felt lonely; like a ghost that brought nothing but coldness everywhere he went, like a cursed soul.
The moon would whisper. Your name is Jack Frost.
Jack Frost, Jack would think. What does it mean, to be an unseen, cold spirit? Jack didn't know the answer. He liked being Jack Frost, he liked coldness, he liked winter But not the coldness he felt deep down in his heart. No one, could ever see him. For them, Jack Frost was the breeze that went through their hair and lifted it up, the feeling of imidiate coldness they felt during a winter day, a whisper in the air. Jack was the wind. Jack was the coldness. Jack was the snow.
Jack was the frost.
Yet, no one ever knew that he was real. Just the moon that did nothing else apart from watching him from the dark space he always remained in. Or at least that was what Jack had thought. Yet, Jack believed. Your name is Jack Frost. The moon had whispered.
Jack believed. No one else did. Why? he would think. Why is it so hard for them to see me? Believe in me? Even feel me? Is it that hard to believe there is a reason, behind everything? Is it that hard, to just... believe?
But... he would remember. They do believe in Sandman. They do know Easter Bunny exists. They do tell stories about Santa. They do put their tooth under their pillow for Tooth Fairy. Then perhaps I do have a chance.
Your name is Jack Frost. The moon had reminded him.
Jack believed.
He didn't know what it meant. But he tried his best to create a meaning. Although, there was nothing more believable than winter, snow and snowflakes; things that were limited with Jack's powers. Jack would throw snowballs randomly sometimes, but people would just be afraid, not even wondering, not even considering, that Jack Frost, a spirit, really was there. "Something!" they would say with scared faces. I'm not something, Jack would think. And I am not scary.
That was all.
"Your name is Jack Frost," the moon had said. Jack believed. He always did.
Perhaps... One day... Someone else would believe in Jack Frost with him.