Summer laid on the hood of a car wiggling her fingers and creating little ripples in the air. There seemed to be less then nothing to do. She was bored into desperation. She could spend months like this. Lounging in one part of the world just heavy with what little she had to do.
However in this place she was trying to make a point. What that point was she didn't know.
She was in this place called Burgress. It wasn't very big and it wasn't very exciting, the only thing about it that caught her attention was how hard it was to keep the place warm.
Sure there were other places she couldn't really make much of a dent it, but this place was just so randomly cold. Why?
So her plan was to overstay her welcome. She'd already broken some kind of record or something. Ten days of hundred degree weather in a row after years without breaking a cool seventy.
The people were excited flashing more skin than they had in years. She could tell. This place needed a heat wave.
WAIT!
Summer stopped her idly gesturing hands and listen as the wind picked up. There it was again! The wind was cold!
An angry heat bubbled up inside of her and she rose from the hood of the car. Why was the wind so chilly? It rubbed against her skin prickling it in an odd way. It was bothersome and needed to stop. Like, now! She sent a wave of heat through her skipping stone.
The stone was larger than would normally be practical for such a thing, but the water of the lakeside she'd plucked it from had worn it smooth. She remembered that day so well. She'd awoken mere feet away from the body of water her hand outstretched towards it, reaching.
Besides that allotted her awkward position all of her attention was casted upon the moon. It was so large and so bright. Her only other discomfort was the tempature around her. She rubbed her hands together and then almost unthinkingly she held the stone in her hands and heat came from it.
As it did now.
By now it didn't suprize her or frighten her in the least. Her oldest memory taking a backseat to her current frustration. She flew into the wind-yes she could fly- tilting herself upwards at an angle and sending more and more heat into it. Each wave came drifting back. Colder.
The first time she flew was at the urging of the overpowering moon she'd awoken to.
'You can speak? Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? Who am I?' The questions came flooding from her tounge as she drifted upwards. An odd way of putting it considering the cottony texture of her mouth. But that didn't bother her. It didn't even sting.
Unlike this blasted wind! Seriously! What was tundra tempature wind doing in Burgress, anyway? It was truly bothersome. She growled at it and heard her sound echo back lower.
No. No that wasn't an echo. There was someone in the clouds! Yes! She could make out a figure!
Burgress was becoming a battlefeild for Jack. It could become one of the places in the world that he was barred from by tempature extremes. He couldn't let that happen!
Despite the heat of the day he was determined to make the night cooler. He could do that much at least.
He tisked at himself. He knew he hadn't been living up to his trickster-esque claim to fame. How wild would the citizens of Burgress go if it snowed eight inches over night?
He started with a teasing little draft of cool and then cracked his knuckles and prepared to live up to his name. Before he could release even the wispyest hint of a snowflake a warm blast of air pushed him and the clouds around him backwards. Shocked he took a moment to recover from the odd sensation of heat running over him.
He shook his head and sent a stronger front on cold air down into the town.
Heat came hurling up displacing the clouds for a moment before resettling. After trading three or four more blasts his suprize wore off and annoyance replaced it.
Sending a violent and cold thrust of air down through the cloud cover he placed his hands on his hips. Satisfied that that should be it. Whatever 'it' was.
Instead of resolution he was bowled with the hottest and hardest current yet. This was desert quality wind. What was it doing in Burgress?
As agitated as the heated winds were making Jack he began to notice that the clouds were in more turmoil. Twisting clumsily around eachother at a steadying pace.
This could create a torrnado! He realized.
To his further suprize a growl erupted from the curling clouds.
Someone was doing this! On purpose!
Unbiden a similar growl tumbled from his own lips. Natural disasters were not fun. At all. And this had to stop. He could faintly make out a person through the bumbling and bumping clouds coming towards him quickly.
His emotions were jerked again from anger to shock . Breath was ripped from his lips in a gasp as she appeared.
Her intense brown eyes locking onto his. Under her eyes was a frown, but not even that could lessen her beauty.
She had simple, short black hair with little ebbings of a golden blond above her forehead.
Her clothes seemed odd to him in a striking way. Like himself she had bare feet.
A long skirt that blurred yellow into orange, red, and then black stopped low on her shins. Her shirts was a simple white with no sleeves and was tucked into her skirt. Earthy wooden jewelry adorned her ankle, wrists and neck.
In her hands she held a large rock rippled with age along its edges, but flat on the top and bottom.
This rock he noticed was about to strike him.
As she emerged from the clouds Summer was greeted with the sight of an odd boy.
The boys shirt was large and blue with white lacing. It almost looked like snowflakes or etchings of frost. His pants were brown and frayed. His feet were bare like her own.
His clothing was strange,the staph he carried was also strange, but that wasn't near the level of oddity that his hair and eyes did.
Blue eyes. She noticed them quickly before moving onto his pale face and paler hair. His hair was white.
She shook off the initial hesitation that his person brought foreward in her and satired into his widened eyes that glanced over her quickly before returning to hers.
Rearing her arms back and to the side she swung her skipping stone fiercely slicing through the air right in front of his nose.
Stopping there she tilted her head up in challenge.
His eyes fixed themselves on the stone and then he released his breath.
"Who are you?" Hung in the air a moment before she realized they had both spoken.
"I'm Jack Frost." He extended a hand which she eyed wairily until he dropped it to his side.
He drifted back, but she held the stone at the ready need she set him ablaze or something.
He lifted his hands the staph between them.
"Summer Solstice." She told him lowering the stone.
He nodded and smiled unfazed by her skipping stone.
Despite herself her own frown waivered.
"Hello Jack Frost."
By now it was dark outside. Nearly pitch black...
I intended to make every chapter five thousand words long :(
maybe I'll just let the first one be short. I hope it was obvious without being uncomfortable that Summer Solstice is black and that she died of dehydration. Even though it won't be in the story I have the head cannon that Summers village did not find a body, but still held a funeral/commemorative thing. What makes her worthy of being a spirit/eventual guardian is that she died of dehydration because she was trying to conserve what little water they had by not drinking any. She gave her ration to her little brothers. She also made a long journey to the only source of water which was about a days travel away to get more. Long authors note is long...but tell me what you think...please? Jack would like it, right Jack?
*Crickets*