Soft twilight draped the lightening sky, arousing the white haired figure, lying flat on his back on a barren pine tree,the bark around him having turned silvery with swirls of ice coating it. A staff laid across him in his unsure grip.
'Jack Frost..' that name, the name that he had heard from the gentle whisperings of the moonlight, coaxing him into the air and bathing him in a white light.
'But what else is there? Who am I?' He looked questioningly and a bit accusingly at the white orb, fading out as dawn was creeping into the horizon.
"Please..There must be more, you can't just leave me here like this!"
Jack was sitting up now, eyes pleading with whoever had spoken to him from there.
But there was no response, nothing at all answered him, and he feared there never would be one. His distraught grew, the wind picked up, carrying along flurries of snow. Jack swallowed, standing up and clutching the staff tighter to him.
He didn't understand any of this, waking up into a world of bitter cold darkness at the bottom of a lake, knowing only his name and the abilities he could felt unfair, wrong to Jack. Why couldn't he recall anything before this? Wasn't there something before this?
A family?
A home?
He needed to know, it burned inside of him, leaving something hollow in his chest. He took one last glance at the moon, before hopping back down to the ground, jerkily trying to float down with the wind and instead landing on his face. Jack sighed, sitting up and brushing the snow from his hair,
"Need to work on that…"He muttered, but he knew the more important matter at hand was figuring out the whole ordeal.
The only problem being that he had no clue as to where to start. Where to go and what to do, and dismay crept up on Jack Frost, spreading through his body like poison. He warily shook his head,
"Stay positive, you'll figure this out..There ought to be someone who can help."
Jack scanned the area, trying to look past the white expanse of the forest, and in the distance he spotted faint lights, and he smiled, a small blossom of hope sprouting throughout him. He couldn't be completely alone in this, that he was sure of.