Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Frost or Rise of the Guardians.
Snow white hair hid under a towel. Big eyes on a small face grew wide as the snowflakes fell down to the land in winter.
Jack Frost pulled out his favorite pen. It was Christmas themed with Rudolph and tree ornaments. He pulled out a sheet of paper and began writing his letter to Santa Claus.
Dear Santa,
Please send me someone who will play with me. I want someone who will stay with me at night when it's dark and scary. Please send someone brave and cool!
Your friend, Jack.
Jack smiled at his letter. He looked out his window again. The sun was setting and he frowned. He was scared to be alone in the dark.
His mom worked double shifts just to meet rent's pay. She was never around to tuck Jack in.
The small boy folded his letter and stuffed it into an envelope. His mother promised to send it in the morning. He left his pen on his desk and walked to his bed.
Climbing onto his bed, he discarded his towel and ran his small pale fingers through his damp hair. He frowned. Baths were no fun if you had no toys, and Jack barely had any.
He crawled under the covers and sighed.
Loneliness crept to sting his heart as he lay awake for a few minutes. He imagined snowflakes falling in his room, landing on his tongue. His icy blue eyes closed.
Golden sand traveled through Jack's window and sprinkled into his face. Gold snowflakes hovered above Jack's peaceful form. He slept deeply.
Murky gold eyes narrowed and watched as the beautiful boy slept. A soft menacing chuckle echoed as the eyes closed and disappeared into the shadows.
10 years later...
Jack Frost carried a book about aliens in his hands. He walked out of the Burgess library. The fresh smell of winter reached his nose. He closed his eyes as nostalgia washed over him.
Christmas was twelve days away, and the markets and streets were lit with movement and holiday spirit.
Jack made his way down the street to his apartment. He lived alone. No longer dependent on his mother since her passing a year ago.
Jack Frost received a big shock at his mother's funeral when an insurance agent, and his mother's old friend, had informed Jack about the policy his mother had quietly taken.
"She made insurance payments?" Asked Jack with suspicion.
The insurance agent smiled understandingly. "I know it's hard to believe, but she managed to pay every month."
"When? When did she start doing this?"
"About a month after you were born," the agent smiled, "She did it for you."
Jack was stunned by the news. His whole childhood he was denied of any luxury so the bills could be paid and food could be bought, as far as he knew, but according to his mother's old friend some money was invested for Jack.
"How..." Jack whispered, almost ashamed to ask, "How much?"
"Over 400,000 dollars," the man whispered back, feeling he understood Jack's shame in asking.
Everyone gathered in the funeral home, giving their respects, snapped their heads in the direction of a loud "WHAT!?"
Jack shook his head, forgetting the memory. His mother worked hard to support him, even after death. This year would be his real first Christmas alone.
Pain stung his heart. He really wished he had a friend.
Jack chuckled without humor. He had no friends that he spoke to out of school. He was just too childish to be taken seriously by college students. His outdoor, prank loving nature was overwhelming to the average people Jack encountered.
There didn't seem to be a person who could handle being Jack Frost's friend. No one had the nerves to stand Jack's unique presence.
The fair young man entered his small apartment and placed his book on the kitchen table. He took a seat and began reading about alien phenomenon.
Icy blue eyes marveled at the idea of spacemen. He read paragraph after paragraph. When he finished, the hour was past midnight. The excited teen rushed to his closet in his room and pulled out a pair of binoculars.
Jack watched the night sky for U.F.O.s. He smiled at the stars. Then his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.
A bright star near the moon was glowing brighter and brighter. Jack lowered his binoculars and could see with the naked eye a bright light closing in on his location. Aliens!?
The light crashed not far from where Jack lived. The crash was silent, and there lacked an impact, but the teen could swear he saw it land in the forest.
Despite the crash, the town was calm, and strangely still.
"I can't be the only one to have seen that!?" Jack asked no one in particular. His heart pounded in his chest and he raced outside.
Jack Frost ran bare foot through the snow as he searched for the crash sight. He eyes were wide with excitement, and his body tingled with a thrill he never knew he could feel.
A shrub to the right shook and Jack jumped in surprise.
"I come in peace!" Hollered Jack at the shrub.
Twigs and branches shifted as a small silver-gray bunny hopped past. Jack's tension eased.
"Awww," Jack smiled, "hey there little guy. You haven't seen any little green men around?"
The bunny looked at Jack with dark emerald eyes. It moved to stand up high and appeared to regard Jack's presence.
"Nah, mate, but I did see a couple of squirrels run up a tree," replied the rabbit in a deep male voice.
Jack allowed himself to stare in bewilderment for a moment before fainting. His body fell onto the soft white snow past midnight on a cold December night.
