This is my first attempt at writing like this, so please tell me what you think. It seems realistic in my mind, but that could just be wishful thinking. As for timing, it's set in an indefinitely extended version of the first series.
Oh, and, of course, I own nothing.
Ice Cool
A Cold and Frosty Morning
It was a clear summer's night in Whitechapel, with the moon hovering in the still air. All was silent. It was the hour before morning when even Whitechapel's inexplicably numerous bats had returned to their roosts.
Then, quite suddenly, a pale mist rolled out of the woods, and headed towards the little town. It was very low to the ground, and seemed to shape itself to the contours of the earth. Everything it touched turned white. As it passed through the streets, the immaculate lawns shimmered with frost. The windows of the sleeping people iced over, and a cold sheen even seemed to cover the roads and pavements. Outdoor thermometers first dropped rapidly, and then froze completely, while trees in full leaf turned silver. By the time the frost had reached the other side of Whitechapel, the town was shining silver in the moonlight.
Back on the hill overlooking Whitechapel, the mist gathered up, slowing growing and shaping itself into an upright figure. From a mouth that was no more than a hollow came a laugh as it surveyed its work.
"Stillness and peace. Perfect. If only it could always be like this." The figure paused, and the gap in the fog twisted into a grimace. "Well, I think that could be arranged." With a chuckle that echoed through the empty town, the figure slunk back into the woods, leaving the town to wake up to its new appearance.
Ethan woke with a start to the sound of laughter. He stared wildly around him, but could see no-one nearby. Shaking his head, he dismissed it as a bad dream. As the thought faded from his mind, he noticed that he was shivering. That was odd. He stared with surprise at the goose pimples on his arm. Sitting up, he remembered that he'd left the window open due to the oppressive summer heat of the evening before. He swung his legs out of bed and went to close the window. As he reached it, he saw that it was caked in ice, inside and out. That was very odd. He glanced out of the window at the frost covered lawns. This was beyond odd now, and Ethan felt a familiar sense of foreboding as he slammed the window shut, sending melting ice showering over his bare feet. With a yelp, he skittered back. There was something going on here. Again.
A little while later, Ethan had dressed and was heading into the kitchen for breakfast. If there was some kind of monster terrorising Whitechapel today, he may as well face it on a full stomach. As he poured his cereal, he watched the news on TV:
"What can you tell us about today's unexpected cold snap, Rob?" asked the anchor.
"Well, there have been some odd weather patterns sweeping around this part of the world recently, and our top meteorologists are confident that this is just the result of a totally natural change in pressure. Viewers can be reassured that this cold spell is only a sudden freak, and everything should be fine by tomorrow. For today, make sure you wrap up warm!"
Glancing back down from the TV, Ethan shrugged to himself. Maybe there wasn't a problem after all. Not every strange event necessarily had to be of supernatural origin. Benny was proof of that… Speaking of Benny, Ethan frowned and looked at the clock. Benny was normally here by now, taking Ethan's slice of toast. He wondered where he might have got to. Picking up his bag and coat, Ethan went to the front door.
As it opened, a gust of frigid air ripped into the hallway. It really was cold outside. Perched on the wall and blowing into his gloved hands was Benny. His shivering friend grinned at him.
"I thought you'd never c-come out!" he said, teeth chattering.
"Why didn't you ring the bell?" asked Ethan.
"It's frozen," said Benny, "and so is your door knocker." Ethan turned to look.
"Wow, that was some frost we had last night!"
"Yeah…" Suddenly, Benny jumped up and down, flailing his arms wildly. "Can we go now? It's just – I'm really cold!" Ethan laughed, and, pulling on his own gloves, went with his friend to school.