Hey, all! This is something I've wanted to write for a while, but I wasn't sure how to present it. I've got lots of ideas in my head about Jack's years alone. However, I'm open to requests, so feel free to drop some in the reviews or just PM me. Enjoy!

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Italicized-Jack's Thoughts

Bold-Manny Speaking

Disclaimer: I do not own rotg. If I did, I would have a Ferrari.

Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. Crystal blue eyes opened as he rose thr the frozen lake. It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared. He was panicking. An irrational, unexplainable fear arose from him about being in the lake. The clouds parted, and-But then, then I saw the moon. It was so big and so bright. It seemed to chase the darkness away. And it was true. Darkness seemed to evaporate as the moon shined.

Your name is Jack Frost.

He heard it. It seemed to come from the moon. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore. The ice broke and Jack took a breath. He looked in child-like wonder at the moon, and couldn't help how pretty it seemed to him. His foot touched something. He looked at it and found a staff, like a shepherds crook.

Picking it up, he turned it in his hands, looking it over. Frost spread across the surface in beautiful fern-like patterns. It dropped, spreading more of the patterns onto the ice of the lake.

Jack laughed, just a simple laugh of child's innocence and purity. Running to a tree, he tapped it with the end of the staff, staring amazement as the same fern patterns spread across the tree. He jumped up and down in excitement. He skipped around the surface of the frozen lake, laughing and tripping as he made the patterns coat the lake, reflecting the moonlight beautifully.

The small boy gasped in surprise as he was lifted off his feet by the wind, a smile forming on his face. The look of surprise was back as it suddenly gave out from under him.

He crashed through the trees of the surrounding forest, and finally grabbed onto a particularly strong branch. Still laughing from his 'adventure', of which he was not the least bit fazed, Jack looked around. He spotted some lights from a nearby village. He tried to fly again. Up. He called, and shot up like a missile. After a bumpy landing that resulted in his cape covering his face as he landed in a snowbank, he laughed once more, exploring.

People passed him, Jack saying excuse me and pardon. "Hello, ma'am? Ma'am?" He asked questioningly. He spotted a boy with a dog coming towards him and crouched down to the boys height. "Excuse me, can you tell me where I a-"

Jack cut himself off as the boy passed through him, causing a sharp pain in his heart. He started hyperventilating as more people passed through him, like needles to his heart. Sad and scared, he retreated to the woods. What's wrong with me? He thought. Am I doing something wrong? Do I even exist? All these questions raced around his head. When he felt something hot behind his eyes, he didn't care that it was the first time he had felt hot. He didn't bother to wipe away the first tear that fell down his cheek and instantly froze.

He heard crying, but he didn't know it was him. After a few minutes, he listened. He had stopped crying, but still heard the sobbing. Realizing someone else was crying, too, he followed the sound. He didn't like the feeling he had, so he wouldn't wish for anyone else to hurt, either.

He saw a girl around the age of nine, who looked strangely familiar. She had brown hair and eyes, a button nose, and tears streaming down her face. She was sitting next to a fire. Lots of people surrounded her, many teary-eyed.

Jack wanted to move away. This felt personal. But he also felt the need to protect the girl and make her feel better. "It's okay, Eve." Jack jumped at the sudden voice. He saw who he assumed was the girl's, Eve's, mother. She also looked familiar. "Jack is in a better place now. He loved you, and he would hate for you to be sad." Eve's mother said to her, hugging her fiercely. She looked at Eve with sad eyes, then stood up and turned away to hide her tears.

"No!" Eve yelled. "He's alive, I know he is!" Jack was confused. He was fairly certain that it wasn't him they were talking about. An older man sighed. "Eve," he started. "You know Jackson is in heaven. He's happy, and he loved you so much. What better way to show you then save you? He's happy." At this, Eve stood up, staring at the man with a glare so fiery, Jack and the man both backed away.

"Don't call him that, uncle," she said through gritted teeth. "His name was Jack. And...he's dead because of me" she broke down in sobs.

Jack felt sad. Here was this little girl, crying because she thought it was her fault. Whatever 'it' was. Brows furrowed in concentration, he made a snowflake. He filled it with pure fun and happiness. Sending it her way, Jack watched as her eyes lit up and smiled.