The first thing I remember is that it was cold and dark, and I was afraid. But then I saw the moon, and it was so bright it chased away the darkness. I didn't know why I was there or my purpose, and I wouldn't know for a long time. I am Jack Frost, how do I know? The moon told me so, but it was the last time it ever spoke to me.
Flying over Burgess I watched as the children played in the snow I gave them. It caused a little warmth to blossom in my heart even though I knew they couldn't see me. That's how it always had been for the last three hundred years, bringing fun though never being seen. Hearing something below and behind me I looked to see the boogie man, Pitch Black. "Pitch, how are you? Aside from have no believers?" I chirped and kissed his cheek when I floated to hover beside him. We had been together close to one hundred and fifty years now. "Alright, how is my favorite winter sprite? They still referring to you as a boy?" he said casually. He knew I hated being referred to as a boy more than anything. Pitch was a good six-foot to my five-five with black hair, sharp teeth, smudge gray skin, and molten gold eyes. He wore his usual black robe and black pants. "Good, causing mayhem like normal and yes. Ran into Blackblade a few days ago." I responded as he hummed. Blackblade was the only other pooka aside from E. Aster Bunnymund the Easter Bunny was a good seven five with a black main coat, sliver chest and belly fur, and ice blue markings. He, Pitch, and I all met about two hundred forty years, sixty years after my birth, ago and found acceptance among each other. In many ways Blackblade was like my father as, once upon a time, he had daughters. Pitch and I walked to my pond where I was born and sat down on the bank. "How is the rabbit?" "Good, he's careful to avoid Bunnymund. We made a warren in Greenland together where I can live from now on to hibernate during the warmer months so I don't have to sleep in caves or your place anymore. It's nice having a place to call home. Blackblade made a garden too, so he'll be staying year round to care for the place. We even made a pasture for any Mares you make for when you visit." I smiled in at the thought of my home while Pitch did as well. What I didn't tell him was that there was a nursery den for any kids we may/may not have that Blade insisted on. "Pitch? Are you okay?" I asked concerned, I sensed that Pitch wasn't telling me something. "Yes dear" he said, pulling me into his lap and burying his nose in my hair. I let him be, it wasn't my place to question my boyfriend. After a while of sitting in silence Pitch kissed me goodbye and left for his lair, muttered softly that he had nightmares to give. I went back to the children from earlier and saw them talking. One boy, named Jamie, was talking about Bigfoot; I loved that hairy idiot, and then started rambling about Bunny. "Oh, he's real alright, real annoying, uptight, selfish, paranoid, egotistical, big-headed, and pig-headed." I snarked even though it was pointless. They never heard me. Soon a snowball fight began which ended in Jamie losing a tooth and once again I didn't get any credit for what I had done.