SO my muse wouldn't leave me alone and I was feeling in an angsty mood so here you go ^,^
The moon shone bright in the sky and a light snow dusted the cold ground. It was a sad snow though. If one looked close enough they could tell. A lone boy with white, spiky hair and bright blue eyes sat on the branch of a tree. The boy held a long, hooked staff, he wore a blue hoodie and brown pants that were cut off just above the ankle and were tied off at the bottom with leather straps. This boy was Jack Frost.
Jack looked up at the moon through the tree branches and the snow that fell. His eyes wet with unshed tears.
"What am I doing wrong? I don't know why I bother trying to speak to you because I know that you won't reply. You never do. I don't know what I'm doing here. Please just tell me why I'm here. I beg you." Jack waited a few moments but as usual, he was met with only silence. "I thought so." Jack said bitterly. A tear fell down his face, freezing halfway down his cheek. Soon another followed, and another until Jack was full out sobbing.
While Jack cried his frozen heart out, a young boy walked underneath the tree. The boy had brown hair and green eyes. He looked up towards the sky.
"The angels must be crying. This isn't a happy snow like it usually is." The young boy said. Jack looked down upon the boy. He jumped off the branch and landed next to him.
"No angels kid, just me." He said sadly. Jack gave the boy one last saddened look before leaping into the air and riding the wind back to his lake in Burgess.