Chapter 1-Ice Boy and Box Boy
Jack Frost, Guardian of Ice.No,no,no. Ice Master Guardian Frost. Yeeah. That's more like it!
Were the thoughts that swirled in the mischievous mind of Jack Frost, newly appointed Guardian. He was flying through the main streets, frosting lamp posts, mailboxes, and coating store awnings in a thin layer of fluffy white snow. It had been a full year since the day he was approached by the Easter Bunny, shoved in sack, then told by Santa Claus that the man in the moon chose him to be a guardian. Since then, though, Jack has grown a little, gotten some responsibility, and of course, tons of children to call his friends all around the word!
There was one child in particular that would have a special place in his heart. Jamie. Jamie, whose strong belief saved the Guardians. Jamie, who was the first person to ever truly realize the existence of Jack Frost. Sweet, innocent, fun, Jamie. Just like my sister was . . . ."WATCH OUT!" Jack's blissful reminiscing was cut short when the Wind decided to take a detour . . . . .straight into a boy carrying a large cardboard box. Both tumbled into a snow pile, lying in a heap of limbs and paper napkins.
"Look man, I am so sorry. Oh.", straight away he recognized that this was an older boy, not a little one. Even after having children believe in him, he knew that it was very rare for the older ages to do the same. To put it simply, their parents woke them up to reality. Quickly, the boy scrambled to gather what he could salvage and frantically shoved them into the cardboard box.
In order to not freak out the poor boy, Jack simply rose up, and zipped away, scolding Wind for ramming into a person like that. In order to hastily get to Jamie's neighbourhood he did not see what the boy did when Jack made to leave.
Jack did not see the boy stare directly at him as he flew away.
And Jack definitely did not hear to boy, clad in a baseball hat and overly-sized sweater, whisper under his breath,
"Jack Frost."