Time for the Guardian of Fun to enter! But, I should warn you, he's in a bad mood...
Enjoy!
It was night. The full moon was out. A boy in a blue hoodie, unseen to the world, was forming a snowball in his hands.
Sliding down the roof, throwing the snowball at the passer-by, Jack Frost wore a grim expression.
'That's for walking into me,'
He then shook the tree branches overhead. All the snow poured onto the posh gentleman. He gasped and looked up, shivering. Then he walked off, grumbling about squirrels. Normally Jack would laugh at his little practical joke. But not today.
'Thats for not seeing me,'
He was in a dark mood. He hadn't smiled for some time. Not even Sandman's dreams managed to place a smile on his pale face. Because none of the dreams were of his dream; his dream of being seen.
Jack glared at the moon The Man in the Moon. He told him his name, why not anything else?
'It's your fault. I know it's your fault,' Jack muttered. He soared up and shot of, through trees, over massive lakes, in between mountains and then coming into sight was the sea. Night turned to day. He tried to figure out where he was when he came across a carriage.
'I havent seen one of those in ages,' He said to himself. He swooped as close it it as he could manage. He tried to seee through the window but curtains blocked the view. He then decided to follow it to its destination. Then he heard a bubbly voice from inside.
'You don't talk much do you? Oh, sorry, just, ya know, speaking aloud. To myself. It's not like I went crazy or anything. Heh heh heh... sorrry, I talk a lot, don't I?' There was an akward silence, Jack could feel it. Suddenly the curtains were flung open. Jack looked in. A shrill scream came from inside.
'Elsa, Elsa, there's someone flying alongside the carriage!'
'Anna, thats not possible. Please don't scream like that, you gave me a scare!'
'Oh, sorry, but really, there's someone flying!
Okay, I know it's really short, but I need to pack! I'm going on holiday
-Hilary
