Snow flew around rapidly. Never touching the ground but only air. Air and a young boy. I say young, but he was over 300 years. He had white hair, but it wasn't because he was old. He had the body of a late teen. His white teeth, normally posed in a cheeky grin, were unseen. Hidden behind the cover of his tightly pursed lips. His grey/blue eyes, normally full of light and adventure, looked more miserable than the world covered in grey clouds. The eyes, usually shining with mischief, we're now clouded, the only two emotions within were anger and sadness.
Jack Frost trudged miserably through the snow in his signature frosted hoodie. He used his staff to help him get past the mountains of snow. With every step, his emotions grew, as did the storm surrounding him. He could just fly to his destination, but the was the problem. He had no destination. Once a boy who would cause chaos around him, now a boy feeling he had no place in life. All he wanted was to be believed in. For children to realise all the frosty fun they had was his doing. That and he wanted to know his past. He thought that he had always been Jack Frost, but that wasn't the case. He had got the tooth box. His tooth box. But that meant that Easter had been ruined. The other Guardians were furious. Jack was fed up. He wanted to know what the Moon saw in him. He knew he couldn't be a Guardian. The others agreed.
He was about to continue his journey when a black sand surrounded him. Encased him. Then it vanished leaving the reason for the ruined Easter behind. Right in front of Jack. "Hello, Frost."