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When Jack reached the village he flew to the boy's hut going though Hiccup's window and placing him gently on his very uncomfortable looking bed, but Jack had no room to talk when he'd normally sleep up in trees, well when he decided to sleep that is since he didn't really need it anyway.

The boy stirred a little before turning on his side making Jack smile. He'd wish so much that Hiccup could see him..but for all the years he's been Jack Frost not one person believed, it was just a fairytale or a little teasing when kids would go play in the snow. "Don't let Jack Frost bite you." Or "You don't want Jack Frost nipping at you're nose."

No one believed in him, and he was beginning to think no one ever will.

With that he tightened his grip around his staff, sighing he turned jumping out the window landing softly on the blanket of snow. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out the snow globe mumbling for it to take him home, a imagine of a ice covered pound popped up before he threw it forward it landing on the ground before exploding into a whirlpool of bright colours.

He glanced back up towards Hiccup's window before jumping into the swilling colours.

It had only taken seconds before it spat him out as he landed on the ice, a small smile spread across his face. He wasn't really that happy to be back in his own time.

He didn't care for the people here as much as the Viking's, to him they seemed like family even though they didn't even know of his existence. It wasn't because this life wasn't as exciting as watching dragons and Viking's...he didn't know how to put it as he thought about it...maybe it was because they didn't mind the snow...they where more then use to it as well as Jack who was the spirit of the element, they where strong in there own ways not only in fighting but like Hiccup he wasn't good at fighting but he was strong...stronger then even Jack who's gone years and years without being seen but only by other spirits and the guardians who he couldn't stand.

Hiccup could be seen, by everyone in his village and yet they acted like they rather have him dead, his father was ashamed of him or sure as hell acted like it, the villagers couldn't stand him and even his own pupils hated his guts as they all made fun of him...and yet he was still walking with his head held high, a smile on his face as he worked hard trying to be just like his father...to make him proud.

All Jack did was cause trouble and fun snow days for the kids...hoping, praying that maybe just maybe one kid would see that this isn't just a random snow day this is Jack Frost...just like Easter you'd know the Easter bunny had hidden eggs, or the tooth fairy came to gather your teeth after you lose them..and Christmas Santa would deliver children there presents and sandman would deliver dreams.

Yet no matter how many times Jack would deliver snow even during summer no one seemed to think that maybe this is Jack Frost cause this isn't normal...but no one ever did...the only time he'd ever hear his name from a human would be a tease...

He skid across the ice that laid over his pond where he'd waken up, he'd normally feel happy being home..but that was just it, he didn't feel like he was at home..instead he felt lost and depressed as he skid going in circles his staff scraping against the hard surface behind him.

Sighing he looked up at the dark sky, the moon hovered above him the stars twinkling in the darkness. The light of the moon brightened the darkness around him.

He always felt happy but then again mad when he'd see the moon...the one who created him..the one that had told him his name years and years ago, he'd thought man in moon was a friend at first but after all those long years without answers or just someone to talk to he began to understand that man in moon was nothing special just some ass hole.

He hated seeing the stupid guardians go around being seen and believed in by pretty much every soul in the world and act like it was no big deal. He hated it, he hated man in moon the most.

But that's why he was so fond of the Viking's cause he felt so at home there that he didn't really care to be seen..and knowing that Hiccup was practically in the same boat as him made him feel closer to the boy then he'd ever felt with anything even his own staff and that was saying something.

Smiling he tore his gaze away from the moon and made his way to the snowy ground kicking the snow as he walked though it.

As he was about to jump from the ground and into the sky a laughter from behind had made him freeze as he snapped his head around looking for the source of the laughter but he saw nothing but darkness.

Ignoring the eerie feeling that was growing in his stomach he launched off the ground and into the sky as the wind blew, he flew across the sky like the dragons in Berk, a smile spreading across his face as the thought ran though his head...he wanted to go back like right now...he wanted to stay there. Throw away the snow globe and live his entire life in Berk...but the thought only lasted for a few seconds before his happiness drained away as he remembered not everyone is like Jack Frost..they will all die in a matter of years while Jack lives on forever.

His depression came back ten times worse as he realised the truth...he would never die, grow old, have children and he'd always be invisible.