Frost. That's the first thing I remember. The air was frost. So cold that it may have bothered me a little. Not the cold itself, if anything, I love the cold. But the room just felt colder than usual. "Did I leave my window open? Was I making snow in my sleep?" I wasn't able to answer my own questions because my eyes were still closed, and I knew it was too early for it to be morning because I didn't have the motivation to open them. Hopefully, pulling the blankets closer to my body can help distract from the sudden chill that was in the air, so I wouldn't have to get out of bed.
Then I noticed that it wasn't my body that was cold, but only my face. A cold wind was flowing through my hair, then it stopped, and then it came back. Almost as if someone was breathing on me. "Was it Anna?" I thought to myself. "Did she want me to build a snowman with her?" I waited for the usual question she would ask me, but there was nothing but the sound of wind. "Maybe I did leave my window open. I suppose I should get up and close it. The coolness of the room is starting to annoy me." If I weren't so tired, I would have questioned why the cold, of all things was bothering me. It never bothered me. But tonight it did. So taking a deep breath, preparing to force my exhausted body to activate, I opened my eyes.
I gasped at the site I would awake to. Again, if I wasn't so tired, there probably would've been a scream. It may have been dark in the room, but I still remember it as bright as day of what I saw. It was a silhouette figure. A male. His face was completely black, hidden in shadow, so I knew not his identity. Who he was, how old he was, or barely even what he looked like. But just because I couldn't see him doesn't mean that I don't remember him. I remember a two things. I remember silver, or just plain white hair on his head. White as, well, snow. And the second thing I remember, most importantly, were eyes. Big, blue, expressive eyes. Looking at me.
When I let out my shocked gasped, those eyes quickly widened, as if they were just as scared as I was. I quickly sat up in my bed, still half sure if what I was experiencing was real. If not, a very bizarre dream. While I was sitting up in my bed, I was completely lost in thought, not sure what I was seeing or what to believe. All I remember was hearing a loud thud, and then my window doors flying wide open. Letting the cold air out, rather than in. Soon the the room cooled down, and the only cold I could feel was my own. I didn't know what just happened or even if it did happen, but I wasn't taking my chances of an intruder. So I forced myself out of bed and walked over to the window to close it. As I did, I couldn't help but look at the moon. So big and it was so bright, it just caught my attention. If it was a dream, I didn't want it to end. But either way, it was still the middle of the night, and I was exhausted. So I closed the window shut, locked it, and went back to bed.
The intruder never came back, thank goodness. I didn't want any close chance of hurting someone with my ice powers or getting hurt. Don't misinterpret, I did see him again. But not as a stranger, or an intruder, but as a friend. The best friend I would ever have in my life. It's ironic that I can't summarize everything about him in one sentence, but I can in one word. One name. His name: Frost. His name was Jack Frost.