The very first time he encountered a monster was about a hundred years from when the moon first called him Jack Frost.
He had been alone in the woods, lying in the middle of his frozen-over lake, spirals of frost crawling out from his still form. He had his eyes closed, dwelling shallowly on his thoughts. He was trying not to think about his existence as much as he could when he heard the screams.
Bright blue eyes shot open and in a flash he shot up into the sky. The wind matched the spikes of fear he felt as the screams broke into desperate sobs. Frenzied, his head turned left and right, hair whipping in the wind as he tried to locate the source of the despairing sound.
With a rush of wind he flew over to a particularly close clump of trees and in the shadows he saw a monster standing over a little girl. The little girl sobbed and cried as the monster growled and snarled at her. Jack Frost watched, and as it raised a hand to hit the girl and by instinct, he flew forward. His outstretched arm did nothing to stop the monster, aside from sending a shiver of emptiness through Jack. Hopeless blue eyes turned to the girl as she was struck. Already he could see bruises forming, possibly from earlier hits from the beast standing in front of her. The little girl's arm hung limp from where she was huddled, broken and bloody.
Fury burrowed deep into the winter spirit's body. The wind howled with his anger and frustration swirling around the monster and the girl, trying to push and pull the other away. As much as he wanted to, the wind couldn't do much aside from making both the monster and the girl shiver in the cold.
The beast said something to the girl, a wicked smile growing on its face as the girl's eyes widened and she trembled in fear rather than the cold. The words reached Jack's ear and froze his already freezing blood. With a sudden stillness he realized what exactly he could do.
Reaching up to the branches hanging over the monster, he slowly, delicately, let ice form. Frost covered the sharpest looking icicle Jack has ever made, glinting in the reflected light of the snow. A few seconds later two more icicles grew, hanging from the branch.
He looked at the trembling girl with tears freezing on her face as, for the first time since becoming a spirit of ice, he willed his ice to melt.
Plink
The cool droplet of water fell on the monster's eye, earning a glance up.
Plink
Plink
Two more drops fell on the man's forehead. With a mighty loud crack the icicles broke and fell with great speed right through the monster's wide eyes and mouth. As soon as Jack saw the icicles pierce through, he willed it to freeze once more. And so the sharp points of ice became spikes that went through the monster's whole body. Beautiful, cold ice pierced through soft flesh like it was air. Blood flowing freely down the icicle's length, dripping from its pointed tip.
Plink plink plink plink
The sound was constant now, a steady dripping of ice and blood down to the snow covered ground, a pool growing at the foot of the young girl whose eye's were wide at the gory scene in front of her. The monster stood, facing upwards and impaled in place with the spikes of ice whose tips had, by then, pierced the ground. There was soft gurgling sounds as blood filled and poured out of its forcibly open mouth, making its way past the thick block of ice. The figure was a gruesome sight against the black,brown and white of the snowy forest, hands still twitching as the last of its life tried to do something, anything. There were no remnants of the beast's eyes to see its life fade from it, only knowing that nothing could survive from such a thing was Jack sure it was dead.
The frost boy knew this body would stay the way it was until spring came and thawed it out to let the soil have it once again.
She slowly stood up, body still trembling. She warily glanced at the branches above her. Tears once more flowed down her face and her mouth smiled and frowned alternately as if unsure whether to be happy at the death of another, albeit one who had hurt her so badly. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
The young girl whispered, "Thank you."
And with that she ran, shaking from fear and relief. Tears streaming from her still closed eyes. Up Jack Frost flew, watching her form grow smaller in the distance towards the warm huddle of lights of the village.
The coating of frost fell away from his body. Despite being the embodiment of winter he felt himself thaw. Looking down he could the stark red against this white snow. The body of a monster. No not a monster, a mere man. A human who had been alive and probably had someone who would miss him in that same huddle of lights in the distance.
Ragged, Jack drifted back to his lake where he once more lay. Frost once more coating the frozen surface from where he touched it. Covering the darkness and danger of the freezing water underneath all the ice and beautiful patterns of frost.
He had killed a man.
No, he had killed a monster.
Someone who had been willing to beat up a young child. To rape and leave to death a frail little girl. That was no man.
Laying there, surrounded by the mesmerizing frost hiding the dark, dangerous waters of his lake he found he did not regret a single thing.
AN: I don't know where I'm going with this but I miiiight continue it with an actual plot that will take you guys on one hell of a rollercoaster made of ice.