"Fugging Yetis…" There was so many of them. They walked around like fuzzy, waddling toys. It was hilarious. "Where's the elves?" Jack had gotten into the habit of talking to himself. No one else seemed to see him, so it wasn't like people could really judge. Besides, it eased the silence.
He gripped his staff tightly in his hands, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The yetis were working on clearing some (of his) snow out of the main runway for what Jack could only guess was North's sleigh. He was not making it easy for them. Every time they had it cleared, Jack would dump more from the slanted roof above them, laughing a little in his glee as they made little grunts and growls in frustration.
Watching them was quickly becoming sad. The way they jostled and played with each other, even as they worked. Jack grew bored.
He let the wind pick him off the roof and he swung gracefully toward a window. It frosted up as soon as he touched it, hands gripping the edge of the roof and the other still holding his staff. He touched the tip of the hook to the seam and watched as ice raced across the wood and between the crack. The lock clicked open and Jack swung through.
The air was warm as it hit him and he shivered in surprise. It was a long time since he had stepped inside someone's home. He grinned. He was not just in someone's home, he was in North's workshop. His mind wondered briefly to the wonders he was going to be seeing. As soon as he got downstairs.
The room he had come in must have been a guest room or something. It was barren, except for a bed against the slanted walls. He kept the window open, in case he needed a quick escape or something, and padded silently across the room, his staff out in front of him.
There was a hall and some stairs at the end of it, and not a soul in sight. Jack grinned. It would not have made any difference. He doubted even old North could see him.
He was as light as a snowflake, letting the little gusts of wind in the halls move him faster than his feet could. It smelled like chocolate and cinnamon in here. His grin turned a little sad. The girl that would always visit him had used to smell like that. She was the wife of a baker. She had stopping coming to visit a while ago. He was afraid to go into town and find out what happened to her, in case she was gone.
He pushed it away. Now was not the time to be thinking about her. He had toys to steal.
He rounded a corner a little fast and landed headlong into something soft and harry. He umphed and the thing grunted as he bounced away, sprawling through the air gracelessly. His staff clattered to the ground somewhere around the thing's legs. His powers suddenly dampened, he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground.
He lay stunned for a moment. Who the hell puts a giant teddy bear in the middle of the hallway? He discovered after a moment that it wasn't a teddy bear. It was giant, and it was fuzzy, but it was also looking down at him with as much perplexity as if he'd just sprouted another head.
Jack got off the ground slowly, watching the yeti as if it were about to attack him. The brow on it's face rose slowly, green eyes hilariously wide.
"Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't see you there." He spoke calmly, trying to keep a joyous panic from gripping him. So he did not care if it was a giant, fat, fuzz monster staring him down. It was staring him down. He grinned, dipping his head so that white bangs fell into his eyes. He knew it was a cute gesture. It always melted… someone he could never remember.
The yeti blinked, then bent to pick up his staff. It looked so flimsy in the giant's paw, even though he was so gentle with it. He did not hand it back, but held on to it, gesturing for jack to follow, saying something is yetish.
"Uh, sorry, but I don't speak grunt." He did not care. The yeti looked back at him with an irritated expression and Jack grinned. The very fact that the yeti was responding was something else entirely. His heart leapt with joy and his eyes prickled with relief. He was not alone.
He followed the yeti for a while, keeping up a narrative all the way until they reached a giant pair of red double doors. The yeti escorted him outside, handed back the staff, then closed the door as he went back inside.
Jack had been mid-sentence. Telling the yeti about how he wanted to meet North. The door slammed shut on his nose. Jack stood outside for a long time as a blizzard blew up around him. That yeti could see him.
He smiled at himself, sitting down against the door. The snow raging around him blocked out the moon. Not that he wanted to see him anyway. The Man in the Moon had made him, but forgot to tell him why. It did not matter that the yetis saw him. They did not care.
Nobody cared for little Jack Frost, bringer of cold and stagnant winter. Not even a creature that could not live without the things he brought.
Afterword: For some reason I was thinking that Yetis was also the singular. Also, my inbox just exploded. Thanks everyone for so many favorites and alerts and the reviews I got. Also, to PrincessinHiding- I read your comment and the first thing I yelled was "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!" Just thought you should know.