Years move slowly as the moment stretches longer. The years feel short when the sands run out. But when time is meaningless, what matters then.
In the dead of night, out of the village and into the woods, where snow is sprinkled on the ground and ice covers the frigid lake water, the moon peers over it's murky depths Shining brightly on the glittering ice. Shards break from the lake's shell as a young boy is given the breath of life, drinking his first taste of air. Blue eyes flutter open behing silver locks. Tattered brown pants and top all he is wearing the color of the lake's mud and as dry as the bitterest of frost. The moon glows slightly brighter.
'Your name... Is Jack... Frost.'
The young boy watched the white floating orb as its' glow softend until he could hear no more. He took a step forward only to slip, his foot touching a piece of wood. Curiously, he touched it again, a fern like pattern decorating the wood. A smile appeared on his face as he picked the wood up. The pattern grew lighter in color with the white frost. Jack propelled himself off the ice and began touching the trees, joy and wonder dancing on his face as he saw the white ferns blossom on the brown bark. A noise bubbled up from Jack's chest to echo from his mouth mimicking the joy only dreams could muster. Without warning he was thrown into the air, only to fall hitting the trees. Laughter rang out his mouth once more as he promised never to forget the feeling of being free.
he let the wind pick him up once more, higher towards the sky. All around was blue, white, brown and a hint of green and... Red. A glow from the ground bathed an open area in a foreign light. Jack zipped toward the light with laughter.
"It would seem it's time," a woman said softly. Burnt orange-brown eyes gazed out her window as she stood from her throne, "Bring me to my youngest son old friend."
The wind swirled around the woman as she was lifted into the air. She darted quickly toward the place of his birth. A pang of ice shook her heart momentarily. So the moon had woke him. Poor child must be so confused.
A stronger pang of ice rippled through her body. Someone walked through him. No doubt he was getting scared. And where there was fear, there was the boogeyman. A dark smile appeared on her face. This was sure to be interesting.
"Young one aren't you?" a dark, smooth voice asked. Jack jumped, his head turning to see a man dressed in black with sickly gray skin and fierce molten yellow eyes.
"You can see me?" Jack asked curiously.
"Of course I can child, we aren't that different."
"What do you mean?"
The gray skinned man opened his mouth only to be interrupted by another.
"Pitch. Leave my son be."
A woman landed with the wind swirling around her. She wore obsidian armor with a silver cloak. The armor trimmed with golden leaves and the cloak with white snowflakes. At her hip was a sword adorned with a yellow sun and emerald leaves. Black hair was pulled out of her face with springy young ivy with tanzanite flower petals. Her skin lightly tanned with a dusting of freckles on her nose. Jack couldn't help but gape at her sudden appearance.
Pitch on the other hand just smirked.
"So he is your winter sprite then Seraphina?" he mocked.
"He is your grandson if he is my sprite father," she replied colder than the winter's night. Pitch looked back at now the horribly confused Jack.
"And how did you acquire another child? You haven't been with another spirit in years," he offhandedly commented. She looked over toward Jack. She motioned for him to come to her. He did, only because the wind began to pull him toward her. Once he was close she placed her arm on his shoulder.
"Does it matter?" she asked, "He is my child, even if not my blood. He holds my magic as well as Tsar Lunar's blessing. It does not matter how he came to be. He is my child. Just like the others."
Time makes all the difference. One generation or a thousand, things never stay the same. The names and faces may change... But life is life.
"Another nightmare?" Pitch asked walking up to Jack. Jack sighed before standing up with his staff. It had been a little over 200 years since his "mother" and "grandfather had found him. A little less than that he was named the "black sheep" trouble maker of the seasons like every other winter before him. A little longer than that he was blessed with his name.
And in record time, he had seemed to create a "permanent" residence in Pitch's lair.
"Yep. Either Sandy doesn't like me, or you're scaring him off," Jack joked to his guardian. Pitch rolled his eyes at his forever adolescent ward.
"Or perhaps it is a memory."
Jack scrunched his nose with a distinctive displeased look.
"I hope not. If so than drowning stinks."
"Drowning Jack?" he questioned. It was a shock to both Pitch and Mother Nature that Jack seemed unable to recall any of his pre-spirit life. A blessing and a curse when it came to explaining to him who he was. Perhaps they should have paid the Tooth Palace a visit. But Jack was too young to go on his own when he was reborn and neither Mother Nature nor Pitch were exactly in Tooth's favor. And by the time Jack was old enough to go on his own, he became a target of a few older spirits.
"Yeah grandpa," he said with a smile, "Though it kind of makes sense. I was reborn from the lake so that would mean I would have had to die in the lake. Or someone through my body in. I really don't know."
"Come play!"
"Wait! We aren't allowed there!"
"But how can we play if you're so far away?"
"Aren't you here?"
" Hehe. No silly. I'm on Earth. Come on. Let's play. We can throw snowballs, create forts or we could even build a snowman!"
"Snowman?"
"Come on! It's fun," the child smiled, teeth whiter than polished ivory glistened in the moonlight, "Mom doesn't have to know..."
Loki jolted up from his bed panting heavily. His chest felt cold and yet oddly pleasant. He rubbed his eyes of sand before returning his mind to his strange reoccurring dream. A boy asking him to play on Midgard in the snow. A boy who referred to his mom (Frigga) as his mother too. But that child wasn't Thor. Thor, for one, was older than Loki and much bigger. And though they had a similar smile, the smirk looked distinctly like his. The hair was light and fair, silvery in comparison to Thor's gold, yet styled flatter similar to Loki's sleeked back hair.
"Another dream?"
Loki glanced at the door and smiled at Thor.
"Yes. And you?"
"He doth asked me to build a man of snow."
"Same," Loki admitted. It was something odd between the two brothers. They always had these dreams at the same time. It was comforting to know that despite how odd Loki turned out in his coloring, there was no doubt they were brothers with their matching dreams.
"Do you perhaps believe that mother's ability has been blessed upon us?" Thor asked. Loki removed his covers, standing in only a comfortable loose pair of pants.
"It is early, but mother should have risen," Loki stated slipping a shirt over his torso. Thor nodded.
"Then we should see her at once."
"After you, mi' lord," Loki bowed with mock enthusiasm. Thor laughed as he pulled Loki in a headlock making him stand up from his bow.
"Enough of that Loki!"
"Loki. Thor. I saw you were to come about your... Visions."
"Yes mother," Thor began, "We have been sharing dreams of a young boy we do not know calling us brother and asking to go to Midgard."
"I see. Well, there is only one way to tell," she said calmly. She held out two bottles to the brothers, "Both of you must drink this potion. If you still have dreams, you have my gift. If not, then a sorcerer has been playing tricks on you."
Both brothers grabbed their bottle. Thor drank his quickly where Loki hesitated a moment before drinking the concoction. Both fell to the floor unconscious and unaware.
"Guards. Take them to their rooms. They will need to let the potion work it's magic In their sleep."
"Yes Queen Frigga."
Once her sons were gone a worried smile came to her face. Why now?
So as you can guess, I like switching things up. Review and tell me what you would like to see next. More Thor and Loki? Jack and his family? The guardians? The avengers? That guy selling tacos down the street? Review please.