Jack landed on his feet in the middle of a snowy path surrounded by pine trees whose branches were being weighed down by more snow. it was quite beautiful actually, the way some of the trees were bent over and creating a canopy around the path.
Jack, holding the nape of his back, slowly walked along the path.
"Why do you always put me here?" He asked the wind commonly conversed with people and the other guardians,but it was only Jack who truly listened and was able to hear what the wind was saying. A Gust of wind whispered past Jack's ear.
"Yeah, i like what ya did with the path and all, but my lord! I think my back is literally trying to kill me!" Jack leaned on his staff more and stomped on the ground. Ice shot out from under his foot and down the rest of the path, perfect for gently gliding back home. Jack stopped leaning on his staff as much as a large gust of wind got him started down the ice.
"Sorry bud but it's a long walk from here and i really just... no." the wind blew more harsh past Jack's ear, he laughed and continued skating.
The path ended at a small cove. Here there weren't just pine trees but Oak, Maple, Ash and willow. The most abundant were the Willow's whose branches were frozen and glistening like white Christmas lights. The water in the cove was frozen solid, nearly completely, but that is a work in progress for Jack, and was decorated with elaborately with frost etched into it. There was also a frozen waterfall and behind that a small cave Jack used, normally, to get from his so called "Ice Palace" to… wherever. I couldn't leave out an important piece of the cove though. Jack's home. A small white cottage with a… well i can't remember the color of the roof, neither can Jack, it's been covered by three feet of snow for so long the snow might as well be the roof. But it was a quaint little was two stories with Jack's room taking up the entire top floor and the windows were full of a thick layer of frost and it was particularly drafty but that's how Jack liked it. Cold. And with how drafty it was the wind could stay with him always. One unique thing about the cottage was in the second story, above Jack's bed, instead of their being a window there was a large hole. Not just a hole that someone bashed in, it was meant to be their, Jack wanted it their. Jack has his bed placed just so under the hole so that when he's out late the wind can simply blow him through the hole and he can land perfectly on his bed and sleep. It's also good for a cold breeze on warmer nights.
Jack reached his front door and walked in. Without stopping he hung his staff on a rafter, grabbed a blanket from the floor and wrapped it around his head then walked to the stairs, slowly and carefully. The wind blew at his ear.
"Because. i don't have any body heat so i can't get warm anyway, and i like the feeling of blankets." Jack nuzzled his noise into the was very dark up their and in the rest of his house. The moon commonly didn't shine on his house. Or his kingdom for that matter. Jack only saw the moon in the other world. Well, except for the time when the moon showed Jack his new home, but other than that never.
Jack flicked his hand out and a burst of ice came out of it. The ice was glowing blue in the middle and that color radiated from it lighting Jack's path. The wind blew at his ear again.
"Ok we don't need the name calling. I just don't like the dark…" Jack continued up the stairs holding his hand out up the stairs and holding tighter to the blanket.
The light bounced around the sharp corners of the ice like a prism and made sharp demented shadows that danced on the walls as Jack continued upstairs. He keep a close eye on the shadows and stopped at the top of the stairs. He had a bad feeling about his room, he had had it for a while. Like their was something waiting in his room. Waiting for his grad to fall, waiting to strike. He could never quite figure out what was waiting for him. Maybe it was someone who ran away from Halloween town, they may seem scary but that's their job, their not mean so he should have no reason to fear them. Maybe it's… Death who is still a bit mad at the moon, or one of Pitche's minions come for revenge, or a dragon, or a bear or a crazed woman come to kidnap him! OR MAYBE ITS THE HEATMISER HERE TO MELT EVERYTHING INCLUDING JACK!
Jack nearly fell.
The wind pushed him and snapped him out of his nightmarish daydream of being burned to death. Or daymare.
"Jeeeeeeeze! I'm going I'm going!" Jack took a cold breath, dropped the light in his hand and as it crashed to the floor, shattering, dashed to his bed and threw himself upon it and under the blankets. The wind blew at his ear.
"Ass." was all Jack replied poking his eyes out from under the blankets. He sat up in his bed and took off his sweatshirt. He commonly didn't wear anything under it. He looked to the table at the end of his bed that the wind kept a few things it found. One of which was a small pouch the Sandy gave it after Pitch was defeated. It was a small bag of his dream sand, because he personally couldn't deliver it to Jack.
"Care to help a undead frost spirit out?" Jack asked. Glowing sand came swirling out of the pouch and into Jack's temple. Within seconds he was fast asleep.
The wind and Jack had quite the history together. The moon had told it to look out for the young boy when Jack first became Jack Frost. All these years the wind had had Jack's back through everything and ran joyfully along side him always. They flew around the world together, they flew to the top of Burj Khalifa together and fell down it alongside each other. They've been to some of the darkest, most dangerous places together and fought Pitch together. Not once had the wind been scared or worried for Jack. The wind knew Jack well and knows what he does, can practically predict his every move, and has never strayed far from Jack's side. The wind has all the confidence in the world in Jack and was the first to believe in him. Literally and figuratively.
But now, now that the world was quiet, now that Jack was fast asleep and safe; now that the threat of Pitch was gone, now the wind was worried. The wind tried to calm itself down by saying that everything is fine and just as it was before. Before Pitch, before Jack becoming a guardian, before everything. Everything is just as it was 253 years ago when Jack couldn't quite get the hang of his powers and flying. The wind laughed remembering all the times Jack fell on his own ice. A crunch was heard from what sounded like the edge of the forest of miscellaneous trees and the wind was on edge once more. The wind flew to the opening in front of Jack's bed to see what had made the noise. It was too dark to see anything though, the wind couldn't just stay in the house and act like nothing was out there either. Jack and the wind were the only two living-and undead- things in the Kingdom. With a look back at Jack, to make sure he was still sleeping, the wind flew out the window and to where the sound came from.