Pieces of me (Chapter I: Introduction)

A/n: I sadly do not own any of the following characters or the storyline that this fan fiction has stemmed from. All rights belong to DreamWorks, William Joyce and the actors and actresses who gave our favorite Guardians and Boogieman a voice, and to the animators who spent countless hours to help us believe in them.

Introduction:

(Burgess, Pennsylvania, 2014)

A young man about the age of 16 walked down the sidewalk of Burgess, Pennsylvania, leaving a trail of ice in his wake. Head down, hands in his hoodie pocket, tattered brown jeans that seemed a bit too short for his tall, lanky figure, hood up, Sheppard's staff on shoulders, barefoot. The young man continued to walk, only flinching slightly when a boy no older than eight walked right through him, you heard right through him. You see this young man isn't like any other introverted teenager; then again you probably figured that out when you read that he left a trail of ice in his wake. You see this young man isn't even 16; he's over 300 years old! Okay, I'll budge; physically he's 16 years old, but this isn't any other young man, this is the rider of the north wind, the bringer of winter, this is Jack Frost.

You see, nearly 300 years ago, Jack was mortal; he had a mother, a father, a sister, all in all, a loving family. Then all that changed one winter day, Jack died, protecting his little sister. The ice, the ice wasn't thick enough, not where she was standing; Jack sacrificed himself to save her. The Moon saw this and honored his bravery with immortality and making him the bringer of winter, but 300 years of isolation and uncertainty, you began to believe that immortality isn't a blessing but is instead a curse. However Jack was never alone, not really, he found solace in the North Wind, the only source of comfort in 300 years.

But as hard as Wind tried, the invisible bi-gender spirit couldn't properly comfort the young winter child. Wind watched every night in silence whilst its rider tearfully asked the Moon, why he was but on this earth, but like every night, his questions went unanswered, always unanswered. Feeling slighted, Jack made his descent off of the roof that he was perched on his staff in hand, as he walked across the power lines, which of course shocked him, but after 300 years he had gotten used to it, okay not 300 years, they didn't have power lines in the 1700's. Still it didn't seem to bother him, will maybe it did a little bit, but he knew that it drove Wind crazy worried that its rider might get hurt.

Jack called out to his friend and partner in crime

"Wind!" there was a pause in his voice as he thought of where he wanted to go, not being able to decide on a location he proclaimed with a steady voice

"Anywhere but here!" he instructed letting his friend pick him up and carrying him to who knew where, 300 years and Jack had learned to trust the Wind.